by Ted Evans
"I wrote this piece when I was thinking about you one time."
"Only one time?"
"Well, a lot more than that."
He stretched out his hand and began to play. With no words, the notes told me that we were strangers and then somewhere along the line we became friends. Friends that told each other our deepest fears. It was through Hunter, that I learned the truth about why my mom hated the James. She felt that Brenda, his mom, had stolen Keith, Hunter’s dad from her. They were dating, but then it was clear that mom wasn’t able to be faithful to just one man. I wondered if she was a sex addict at times, but then I realized as I got older that she was insecure. She was my mom, and I loved her, but she had a tendency to always seek attention.
As I listened to him play, as he put every last emotion into the song, I wondered if I suffered from the same need for attention? Maybe that was the reason; I told Hunter that I was pregnant and I was at the clinic knowing that there was a scout in the audience. The game meant the difference between him signing and getting the scholarship that he so desired. He didn’t need a scholarship; his family could afford to send him to college. I remembered that Keith had even offered to do the same thing for me at one point.
As it came to a dramatic end, I realized that Hunter had changed. I turned to look at him, his eyes were closed, and his hands were moving up and down the keys. The song started to make me cry. The tears began to flow uncontrollably.
He didn’t look at me as he stood up and said, “I changed the ending when you left me. The song was completely different before.”
That wasn’t the way that I remembered it. He was the one that dumped me. Not the other way around. I tried to touch him, but I had a feeling that I wasn’t the only one crying as he avoided looking at me. And then quickly left the room mumbling, “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
***
When he came back, his hair was slightly damp. I assumed that he washed his face or something. I put on a fake smile, thinking that I had put a damper on the day. I seemed to do that all the time. Sometimes I thought that I was my own worse enemy when it came to happiness. I didn’t appear to be able to know when it was right to be happy.
He took my hand, “Let me give a tour of the house. I had it renovated when we moved in.”
“Six weeks ago.”
“Now, who’s been spying on whom?”
He had me there. I knew that he was in town. Part of me felt sad that I wasn’t the first person that he came to see when he moved in. When I heard that he had a child, I just assumed that there was a Mrs. James.
“So, this is the living room. Sometimes, I think that it’s a bit sterile.”
I looked at the white sofa and matching rugs that were in the perfect places on the floor. The porch door that looked out to the garden and the many ornaments on the mantelpiece and the fireplace which wasn’t on, made it seem like a home to me.
I had visions of during the holidays; they would put a Christmas tree in the corner and everything that I couldn’t even think about putting in my pokey apartment, and sighed, I could do with sterile any day.
“Come, let me show you…”
“Your bedroom?”
Hunter grinned like a child who was about to get up to mischief.
“What about the kids?”
“Olivia’s with them. She’ll feed them. Play with them, and they'll be well taken care of. For now, it’s you and me.”
Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and started dragging me down the hallway. Then up the stairs. He didn’t even tell me the direction to go in, but as soon as we got to his room, he didn't hesitate in slamming the door shut.
He pinned me against the door and then his hands were on my thigh. I should have told him that I wanted us to talk. Maybe get to know each other again, but as his hands climbed slowly up my thighs, the only thing that I could do was be quiet. I couldn’t keep up the pretense of not wanting him. My heart was beating so wildly that I wondered if others could hear it downstairs. As he drew closer to my sex, I couldn’t fight the feeling, even through my jeans.
He unbuttoned my jeans and got down on his hands and knees. I didn’t hesitate in putting my hands through his spiky hair; it was a bit longer now. Softer, but I always loved his hair. He didn’t hesitate in pulling down my panties and my jeans at the same time. His touch was soft as I lifted one leg at a time as he made me naked from the waist downwards. Then he softly caressed my entrance all the way up. I felt myself growing wet instantly. I sighed as I sunk in deeper into the door. Then he slipped one long finger inside me, to tease me. I opened my legs and then his finger was soon replaced by his tongue. I didn’t even have the chance to make it to the bed or take in the surroundings; my focus was on Hunter as his tongue continued to probe me until he found my G-spot.
“Ah!” I gasped as a wave of pleasure pulsed through me. Hunter’s strokes were slow and rhythmic as everything turned liquid inside of me.
I held onto his head, thinking that he had no idea how wild he was driving me right now.
“You feel so right around my tongue.”
“Why don’t you fuck me?”
“Really?” he was no longer in between my legs. It felt as if there was a space only he could fill. I didn't want him to stop, but I could tell that when he stood up, the only thing on his mind was making me beg.
As he stood up, he put his thumb on my clit and then growled, “You like it like this?”
I wanted to protest and tell him to fuck me. He was doing all these exquisite things with his hands. It felt amazing. His face was so close to mine, and unbelievably, smelling myself on his face made me want to kiss him. But, then as a tightness began to build in my core, I couldn’t help it; I started to come. I couldn’t hold back as I held onto his neck and with the taste of myself on his tongue, my body started to shake and within a few seconds, I had come on his fingers.
“Fuck!” I shouted out as I felt like a leaf in the wind, being blown about in unknown territories. He pressed his body against mine and then he kissed me delicately on the shoulder. Again, he started to strip me as he backed away for a second and lifted my arms up. He dropped my shirt to the floor and then my bra fell to the ground. He ran his mouth delicately down one shoulder and then the other. He changed the pace, slowing down as he started to stroke my hips with his fingers.
Then he moved away from me, “I want to look at you.”
His hands moved to cup my breasts, and he started to knead them gently while rolling my nipples between his fingers. One of his hands stayed to roam my chest. The other began to inch slowly down my stomach. He slipped inside my panties while parting my folds.
“Why is it I just came, and I still want more?”
“That’s not what you said in the hall.”
He stopped for a minute as I grabbed his hand.
“I just don’t want to get hurt again.”
His eyes were fixed on me, and as he kissed me for that one minute, I wondered if he would do that again? Or was I the one that had done it?
His kiss was fiercer this time, and he grabbed my shoulders as his tongue plundered my mouth. He pressed me against the wooden door, my heart was racing as he seemingly ignored the question. My back was banging against the door like a tennis ball every time he thrust into me making me scream louder.
I didn’t know where the kids were and we should have kept the noise down. He was breathing heavily into my mouth as he tried to leverage me against the door.
“Yes!” he yelled and then this time I was the one that was kissing him. I held on to him for dear life. He fit inside me as if I was made for him. There was never an uncomfortable moment when it came to being with Hunter. I felt complete as he entered me. It was as if I’d never been with another man. He entered me, and every sense of insecurity that I had, had become a thing of the past. He thrust his hips deep and hard; my body shook on impact. It was exactly what my mind needed and what my body required as a bundle of pleasure rolled thr
ough me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he gasped as he thrust inside me.
“Harder!”
I needed to be fucked, all the pain and memories of our past would go away. Afterward, they could come back to me, eventually. But for now, I wanted Hunter. I needed to enjoy him. Remember the way that he made me feel.
“Like this?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
I didn’t want to come. I wanted us to keep going on and on. There was a raging fire that was burning inside of me, and it was impossible to ignore. His hardness was sending me over the edge as it was stretching and claiming me.
“Yes,” I moaned whenever he thrust inside, and I felt as if I was about to explode as I struggled for air as his mouth moved on mine. It was as if he was silencing me with his kiss. His fingers dug deeper into my butt as his speed increased.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth as he was reaching to the point of no return. I knew that it wouldn’t take long for us to be at the same point as I started to shake and knew that I had already come so damn hard that it frightened me. I felt his release shoot inside so deeply, I would swear it hit my spine, and I welcomed it with open arms.
Hunter laughed, “I wondered if I would ever take off my pants before we got busy.”
“Well, if you weren’t so impatient, then maybe you would have given us the chance to enjoy your bed.”
My eyes darted across the room. The idea that we had just fucked on his bedroom door and not his bed, should have made me feel cheap. But there was something exciting about being taken like that. As if he couldn’t wait to have me.
I wanted to see all of him.
He let go of me gently and then pointed to his king-size bed that could easily sleep my whole family. His room was big. No, it was fucking huge. The bed only took up a fraction of the cream-colored room. I expected him to have a dark room, just like he did back in high school. Instead, one corner had photos of Gia. It was almost like a shrine to her. Pictures of other family members were hung randomly on the wall. In a corner of the room, were a sofa and a few books on a shelf. I was taken aback by the hugeness of the room, as I wandered around like Goldilocks in the three bears’ house. Only I was naked in his room, and our kids were downstairs.
“That’s Gia and my corner.”
“You play in your room?”
He laughed, “Sometimes, when she doesn’t feel like hanging in her room. We come up here and just chill in that corner. It has some of her books, toys, and everything.”
That was when I turned around and realized that I wasn’t the only one that was naked. He was too, and he held on to me and said, “Now, do you want to try out the bed?”
I took his hand and smiled, “I thought you'd never ask.”
He kissed my hand, and I knew that this time things were going to be more gentle. We were going to take it slow. The way that we should have done from the start. That way neither of us would feel that we left this relationship with a broken heart.
Chapter Nine
Hunter
I held her in my arms all night and I didn't want to let her go. I had made a mistake back then, and I had no intention of repeating it. Nia was here to stay, and she should realize that I was serious about us being together.
Olivia was the perfect angel. She made sure that the kids were well-fed and entertained while I did the same thing with Nia.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I said as I pulled the covers from over her head.
“I should have gone to work.”
I was disappointed that that was the first thing that she thought about after we had such a magical night. Well, it was from my point of view.
I started to get out of bed and then she grabbed ahold of my hand, “I was kidding.”
Damn, I was such a wuss for thinking that she was serious about not enjoying her time with me.
“I knew what you were after the way you were screaming the house down. Shoot, I thought that the windows were going to shatter!”
She threw the pillow at me. I laughed as I caught it in my hands and threw it back to her.
“I’m going to head into the shower, and today we can take the kids out.”
“Don’t you work?”
It felt kind of funny hearing it from her, especially after she had just called in sick to spend time with me.
“Yes, but mainly from home. I go to the office maybe once or twice a week. But, there’s no point having people working for me if I’m going to be doing all the work.”
“Wow, you’ve come so far.”
“Gia’s my priority.”
She nodded, and I watched her on the bed. I knew what was going through her mind. The fact that she didn’t have that luxury. I always believed that it was the upbringing that allowed a child to be successful as an adult and from the word go, Carol, didn’t put that much into Nia’s education or anything else. She never had a chance, losing before she even started.
“Well, I think that you should join me in the shower.”
Our bedroom time was just moving to another room. But I wanted more of her. We had exactly eight years of catching up to do.
“Really?” she said as she lifted an eyebrow. “I should go and check on Alex.”
“You did that last night, and he was all right.”
She sighed, “He asked me if we had to leave.”
I know I could see it on her face. She was feeling guilty about Alex not wanting to go home. Well, if things carry on like this then everything's going to work out a lot quicker than I'd hoped. It felt so natural being with her; I don't want it to end.
“Are you coming or not?”
She seductively got up from the bed, I took her hand, and in an instant, I knew the answer to her question.
“Maybe Alex is right, You don’t need to leave.”
She gently kissed me on the lip and said, “One step at a time.”
Nia had a point; we had just got to this stage. We hadn’t even had a conversation about where we were going next. All I knew that everything I had dreamt about her being back in my life was far from a fantasy. I wanted her to stay here with me. Not just for the weekend, but forever and she could pretend that she didn’t feel the same, but I knew that she did.
Chapter Ten
Hunter
The last few days I had been going to the office and even showing up at Alex’s school to help Carol with the school runs like a love sick teenager. To say that things were going well between Nia and me was an understatement. We were talking on a different level. I suppose neither of us was kids and we couldn’t keep behaving like that anymore.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked as I came to pick her up from work. I just dropped the kids from school and seeing her tired eyes made me know that she didn’t have a good day.
I had a rose hidden behind my back, brought it out and said, “This is for you.”
She smiled, “How sweet,” as she reached up and gave me a kiss and crushed the rose that I bought her to put a smile on her face.
“Well I know that you work hard and I thought that you could do with a treat.”
“Hunter, we talked about this, I need to work. I can’t leave my job. I want us to do this, but slowly.”
I nodded my head, “Damn, I was just going to take you out for breakfast.”
She shrugged, “Okay. Sorry, I thought that we were going to have the moving in talk again.”
We had it, but the impatient man inside me was arguing with the one that wanted to cuddle up to her every night and not think about anything but having her by my side.
She left her car in the carpark as I promised to bring her to work the next day. I hadn’t told her that I had a little surprise for her back at the house. One that I hoped that she would enjoy. She was talking about a customer that wasted her whole night, and she spent most of it looking into the details only to discover that his claim is invalid.
“I hate things like that.”
“I know, the
medical system in this country is so fucked up.”
I nodded, “But it works.”
“Sometimes, for people like you. But to tell someone that the hospital has the right to refuse treatment on his wife because it’s not covered by the insurance. It just rubs me up the wrong way.”
“What do you think needs to be done?”
She smiled at me, “You can’t save the world.”
I knew that much, “But I could make a difference if I had the right person to show me the way.”
I kissed her hand, and she looked at me, probably trying to figure out if I was genuine or not.
“I meant it. Just don’t be so hard on yourself.”
I opened the car door for her and I was excited about the surprise I had for her back at my place. The truth of the matter was, every time she came over. I felt bad about her going back to her place. It wasn't in the best part of town, and I knew that Alex loved spending time with Gia. They got on like a house on fire.
I told her, “Alex and Gia make me laugh. They were even talking about going to the same pre-school. There are only a few months between them.”
She put her head back as I started to drive. “The irony of us having kids with different partners so close in age.”
“Tell me about it.”
I knew what she wanted to know and I told her before she even asked. “I don’t even really know who Gia’s mom is.” I glanced over at her, and her eyes were watching me waiting for me to tell her the story. “I kind of had bad spells. I would come out of a game. Celebrate carelessly at times. I should be thankful that only a baby came out of my carelessness and nothing else.”
Nia sighed, “I suppose.”
“Don’t get me wrong; there weren’t plenty of women. I had the odd one night stand whenever I felt lonely, so I tried dating, but then there was always something missing. The chemistry that we had, no one could replace. I felt as if I was looking for love in all the wrong places.”