by Jemma Bell
It’s a beautiful spring afternoon, so I decide to get outside for a bit today. Grabbing Clyde’s leash, I go in search of my furry friend.
“Clyde. Come on boy let’s get out of here and go for a walk.” Of course, the stubborn dog won’t come when called, so I have to track his furry butt down. Aha, just where I thought he’d be; in his blanket nest otherwise known as my bed. Popping up and tilting his head, he gives me a “what do you want” look. “Come on, lazy bones, it’s a beautiful day out and we need some sunshine.” Clipping the leash on to his collar, I turn to walk out of the room. The stubborn dog won’t budge. All he does is grunt at me when I try to pull him off the bed. “Please, Clyde, I know you feel neglected this week and I’m sorry for that.” Clyde is an extremely sensitive dog and I have been preoccupied this week. My mind has been full of what if’s for when Derrick comes home. I guess he was waiting for my apology. No sooner do the words leave my mouth, he’s up off the bed, both front paws on my chest, licking my face. “Thank you, boy, I love you, too.” Scratching behind his ears and letting him lick his fill, we’re best pals again. Urging him to get down, I ask again. “Want to go for a walk?” His answer is a single ‘woof’, and then he’s dragging me to the front door. “Hold on boy, you’re going to pull my arm out of its socket.”
Opening the door and trotting outside into the sunshine we walk up and down our street. Listening to the birds chirping, saying hello to the neighbors and being at peace. The smell of freshly mowed grass and the smokey scent of grills barbequing tells me summer is on its way. Since we’ve been walking for a while, I’m concerned about Clyde’s panting. Thinking he might be thirsty, I turn around and head back up the street. It’s then that I notice the black Challenger parked in my driveway and Derrick sitting on the hood staring at his lap. I stop in my tracks. Clyde, see’s him as well, and gives a small, low growl. What the hell is he doing here? He’s supposed to be away filming his commercial. I know he said he wanted to talk when he got back, but I wasn’t expecting him for a few more days. I’m not ready yet. Glancing up, he sees me and hops off the car jogging over to where we are. My feet feel like they’re cemented to the sidewalk.
“I was… I was hoping I’d find you home,” he stutters. Clyde doesn’t like Derrick being here. He knows Derrick is the reason for my tears lately. He strategically places himself between us, growling a warning for Derrick to keep his distance. Derrick’s concerned eyes bounce between me and Clyde. Ha, I’ve got nothing to worry about buddy, you, on the other hand, different story. “Can we talk? I miss you, Amy. I need to explain some things to you and apologize.”
“I think we’ve said all that needs to be said, Derrick.” I want to hear him out, but there’s no way I’m making it easy on him.
“No, please, I need to make things right with you.” His eyes are full of hope and determination.
“There’s nothing to explain, I figured everything out when Mitzi answered your front door in her underwear.” Starting to sniffle I continue, “what I don’t understand, is why? Why would you put all that time in, making me love you, making me feel significant to you if you were simply going to go back to being a man whore?” I’m still not entirely sure that’s what happened, but the whole scene was very incriminating. Clyde notices me getting more upset and loudly howls at Derrick.
“Amy, nothing happened with Mitzi that night.” Derrick seems very wary of Clyde at the moment. Keeping is voice soft and doing his best not to rile him up any further. “After your accident at the party, I went home and tried to call you, you didn’t answer, so I started doing shots with Riven and got drunk off my ass. I don’t even remember letting Mitzi in the house. I later passed out on the bathroom floor. That’s where I woke up when I heard you knocking.” He seems to be sincere with what he’s telling me. But I still have lots of questions. I guess I’m going to hear him out and decide where to go from there.
“Why was she in your house and why was she in her underwear? I’m not an idiot Derrick, although I know you think I am,” I say, cocking out my hip and crossing my arms. Clyde is still sitting between us glaring at Derrick. “Oh, and by the way I didn’t spill my drink on my dress that was all thanks to good old Mitzi.” He nods his head, finally understanding the fault lies with Mitzi.
“I don’t think you’re an idiot, I never have. Even though ridiculous things seem to happen when you’re around, I’ve never once thought that about you,” he pleads. “Amy, I don’t know what time she showed up that night, but I know I didn’t touch her, let alone fuck her.” His eyes are drilling into my own, imploring me to believe him.
“I want to believe you; you fucked up big time, you know that? I’m not sure if you’re worth the trouble or heartache that comes with being your girlfriend.” He looks tired and has bags under his eyes, I guess he hasn’t been sleeping well either. “If you weren’t going to take our relationship seriously, why did you pursue me? You knew I wasn’t that kind of girl.”
“Amy, I’m standing right here, begging you for another chance. I don’t want to live without you in my life; I can’t breathe without you next to me.” I can’t believe my ears and I can’t believe my eyes, is that a tear running down his cheek? Taking the three steps that separate us, Derrick grasps my shoulders in his hands, staring into my eyes.
“I lo-” his words are cut off by the screeching of tires as a bright red convertible comes speeding up to where we’re standing. Both of us look to see what the commotion is as Mitzi jams on her brakes, leaving tire tracks on my street and angrily hops out of the car.
“This is not happening! No way, there is no way I’m letting you walk out on me for this, this little twerp,” Mitzi says as her hand flaps up and down indicating me. Mitzi’s abrupt and rather violent arrival sends Clyde into full protection mode. He’s howling at her and lunging to the end of his leash, trying to get at her.
“Mitzi,” Derrick shouts over the barking dog.
“Derrick!” Mitzi shrieks.
“Clyde!” I yell, trying to calm him down and pulling him further away from this fight.
“Holy shit, well now that we’ve had Mousketeer roll call, can you please tell me why I tracked you across town, only to find you here with Little Miss Nerd Girl?” I guess Mitzi has been using her super sleuth stalker skills again. “I was under the impression this little joke was over. I mean, come on Derrick, look at her.” Derrick rolls his eyes at Mitzi’s words, but he looks at me. “Is that what you want? You can do so much better than her.” She says jerking her thumb in my direction. I’ve had enough of her bull shit; it’s time for me to tell her off once and for all.
“By better, I assume you mean yourself? I have bad news for you, you’re a cold hearted bitch. I have a feeling Derrick would rather cuddle up to a nerd girl at night than risk frostbite from an ice queen.”
“Mitzi, I’m trying to patch things up with Amy. I’m in love with her and you need to let go of whatever you think is or was between us. It was fucking, nothing more and it was a long time ago.” Wait a second did he just say that? I’m dreaming, I have to be dreaming. I guess Mitzi’s a sore loser. She ignores Derricks last statement and braves the wrath of Clyde to get in my face.
“You are nothing compared to me, you’re pathetic, I’ll always be beautiful and you’ll always be mediocre; plain and geeky.” She pokes me in the chest punctuating each word. “He deserves so much better than you,” she snarls at me, her venom dripping from every nasty word.
“Nothing, huh? Well, I think he just chose all the “pathetic” qualities I possess, over anything you’ve got to offer. I’m the real deal, Mitzi, I make him happy, and we’re better people when we’re together. What can you offer him?” I argue with her, going head to head.
“I promote his carreer and I don’t embarrass him.” Derrick looks like he’s about to jump in and say something, but I put a hand on his arm stopping him. I don’t need his help, this face off, between me and Mitzi, has been a long time coming.
“Do
you love him? I mean, really love Derrick, the man, not Derrick, the sex symbol, model, or meal ticket that you’ve been using him for?” Mitzi looks confused and unsure how to answer. “Not a hard question, Mitzi, I can answer it without hesitation, I love him!” That sparks a fire in her eyes, and she attacks again.
“Whatever, I refuse to lose to some bookish geek. Anyone else would be better than you!”
“The thing is, Derrick wants me and theres nothing you can do about that. So go ahead, throw your tantrum, shreik to high heaven and damn me straight to hell.” Roaring in frustration she slaps me across the face. My cheek is stinging from the impact of her hand. Snapping myself back to attention, I lunge and push her off the curb. She loses her balance, her body flailing backwards in her super high heeled shoes and falls on her ass.
“How dare you put your hands on me! You’re nothing!” Continuing to insult me from where she landed on the ground, I lean down to quiet Clyde. He’s almost as worked up as Mitzi is. Petting his head and shushing him he settles. Derrick is hanging in the background with his hand covering his lips, trying to hide his smile. I guess some of this would be funny from his point of view.
“You’ll pay for that, you little bitch. I’ll sue you for assault.” Does this bitch ever shut up? “I hope he cheats on you and leaves you out in the cold.” That’s it! Time to bring out the bigs guns, because I’ve had enough of her bullshit! I shoot Derrick a quick devious smile and use the one and only command my dog understands.
“Right Turn Clyde.” Perking up his ears, wagging that happy tail, Clyde trots to the end of his leash close to Mitzi and lifts his leg. Enjoy your golden shower Mitzi, you nasty cunt! She starts squeeling in disgust and trying to wipe off the dog pee running down her legs. I’m sure those designer shoes are ruined now. Derrick loses the battle to hold in his laughter and bursts out in mirth. “I’m so sorry Mitzi, but Clyde has no manners.” I’m so full of shit, but she doesn’t know anything about my dog. She stands up and dusts off her rear end, eyes sparking fire. She’s really pissed off right now. Ironically she’s been pissed on as well.
“I’m gonna get you for this, you little geek, and your ugly dog, too,” she snarls at me with a scowl on her face. She almost reminds me of the wicked witch. All that’s missing is an evil cackle. Derrick comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses my cheek and yells to Mitzi as she gets ready to leave.
“Hey, Mitz? I just wanted to let you know, you’re fired!” I look over my shoulder at his face and he smiles back at me.
“Whatever, Derrick, you’re a fool. We’ll see about this.” Is her nasty reply as she gets in her car and peels out, leaving us in a cloud of dust. I unhook his arms from my waist and turn around to look at him.
“Were you serious? You just fired her?” I know I heard him say the words, but I can’t believe my ears.
“I did and I’m very serious. I can’t have her in my life, always trying to drive a wedge between us. I’m in love with you, Amy. I want you back.” He grasps both my hands in his and pulls me in for a hug. It feels so good to be in his arms again. I hold him tight and start to sniffle.
“I’m in love with you, too, Derrick. I have been from the very beginning. I’m sorry I believed the worst of you. If you promise always to be honest with me, I promise never to doubt you again.” With his fore finger, he tips my chin up to look him in the eyes. He leans down, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.
“I promise, baby. You’ll never have a reason to doubt me again. We belong to each other.” He kisses me again, only this time his kiss is filled with devotion, promises, and all the love in his heart. We’ll get past this hurdle and everything will work out fine.
*****
Needing some alone time, Derrick and I went back to his townhouse. I dropped Clyde off at home and treated him to a handful of Milkbones first. The damn dog deserves a steak for being my furry hero. I’ll be sure to reward him later. I kissed Pops on the cheek and told him to tell GG not to expect me for dinner. His response was a crooked grin. Derrick held my hand the entire way to his house and as soon as we were behind closed doors he had me pressed up against the nearest wall. His lips are devouring my own. His tongue is invading my mouth, dueling with mine. He’s hungry for me, that’s for sure.
“I’m sorry Amy, I’ve just missed you so much. I can’t seem to kiss you enough, touch you enough. I think I’m hopelessly addicted to you.” He whispers each of these sentences between kisses and soft bites to my neck. His words are causing my panties to get wet with my arousal and my core to clench with need. He’s right, it has been to long. I need him now.
“God, Derrick, shut up and fuck me already.” Ha, my need for him brings out my inner slut. Who would have thought? Derrick stops kissing my neck long enough to pull back and look at my face.
“Did you just say that?” His smile is a mile wide, and his eyes have a mischievious sparkle in them. “Say it again, because that was hot.” Reaching my arms up and around his neck I pull him down into my kiss.
“Fuck me, Derrick,” I whisper against his lips. He quickly dives in and starts to kiss me with desperation. His hands are everywhere on my body. He moves back and forth between squeezing my ass and palming my breasts, almost like he can’t decide which he wants to feel more. I reach for the hem of his shirt and lift it up and over his head. Our mouths are only parted for the seconds it takes to rid his body of the shirt. Like magnets, we’re drawn back together. Derrick brings his hands around to the front of my body and starts unbuttoning my shirt. He slides it off my arms and admires my pretty gray and pink bra.
“This is nice,” he says, running his finger along the edge of the pink lace. “Are you wearing the panties that match?”
“You’ll have to take my pants off to find out,” I tease. With a frustrated growl, he lifts me off my feet carrying me further into the house, yanking off my jeans before sitting me on the kitchen island. The cold granite is a shock to my overheated skin, causing me to yelp in surprise. Derrick and I have only ever had sex in a bed, so this very different for us. The island puts my pelvis conveniently at the perfect height for his cock. He stands between my spread legs and eases me back to lay on the flat surface.
“Look at you, baby, you’re so perfect. I love every inch of your body,” he praises me as his hands skim over the hills and valleys of my body. He pushes my bra up over my breasts and leans down to suckle on one of my nipples. I’ve come to realize my nipples are incredibly sensitive and generate the strongest response from me when they are stimulated. Derrick switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I couldn’t help but arch my back, offering up more for him to devour. All of a sudden he stops his ministrations to my chest and straightens up looking down at me.
“Do you trust me?” What kind of question is that?
“Yes!” Is the only answer I can give him. He looks so sexy just standing there in his jeans. They ride just low enough to show his impressive “V” leading down the happy trail to his groin. His chiseled chest is a piece of art, and his pierced nipples make me want to reach out and play with them.
“Do me a favor, turn around, so your head hangs off the counter.” I have no idea why he wants to do this, but I do as he asks and flip around, hanging my head off the edge of the counter. Derrick circles the island I’m laying on running his hands up and down my body and then finally peeling my panties off. I’m completely naked, save for my bra that is pushed up under my chin. As his circuit ends back near my head, Derrick undoes his button and pulls down his jeans causing his beautiful cock to spring out and bounce off his stomach. Stepping out of his pants he gives his cock a few hasty jerks and then moves in closer, rubbing his tip across my lips. I open up and take him in as deep as I can. He tastes so good. I suckle and lick his delicious cock.
With one hand busy palming my breast and pinching my nipple, he uses the other to rub quick circles around my clit. I reach my arms up and around his body pulling him in closer, so I can massage hi
s fabulous ass while I lick him almost to climax. Derrick throws his head back and pants, enjoying our mutual satisfaction. He must be getting close because the pressure of his pinch on my nipple increased to an almost painful ache. Derrick taps on my cheek for me to let go of his cock, pulls out and swiftly flips me back around, so he’s standing between my legs. He leans down and fishes a condom out of his jeans pocket, tears open the packet, and rolls it down over his cock. Lining his cock up with my drenched pussy, he thrusts inside me balls deep and I wrap my legs around him for leverage. His mouth crashes down on mine as he thrusts in and out quickening his pace. I reach my hands out grasping the edges of the counter, so I don’t get pushed further away. I need to be as close to Derrick as I can. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he pulls me in for each thrust, yanking me onto his cock. I can feel my inner muscles tightening, getting ready for an intense climax.
“Oh, baby, fuck you feel good. I’ve missed you so much, missed this. Promise you’ll never leave me again.” He moans and grinds his pelvis right into my clit, setting me off. My whole body shivers and my mouth drops open in a silent scream as I cum. Derrick pulls out to the tip and thrusts inside me once more before he growls out his own pleasure and erupts inside my body. Exhausted, Derrick leans down over me, his body covering mine like a warm blanket and kisses me. Holy shit is all I can think right now. I’m not that experienced, but I think that was some phenomenal sex. Derrick lays his head between my breasts and we both try and catch our breath. I love this man with all my heart and wrap my arms around him, trying to stay in this moment for as long as I can. Our own safe little cocoon. Derrick and I never have a problem when it’s just us together. When you bring in other outside influences or other attitudes, that’s when we have a problem. By firing Mitzi today, Derrick proved to me that I’m his choice.