It's All a Matter of Choice

by Liberty Allure

  Too bad she wouldn’t be here to enjoy him for too much longer. Her father would find her.

  Anita’s body language changed and Emmet felt it. He pulled back from her and looked at her face. Her eyes were so sad.

  “What’s wrong, Anita?” he asked her, “Why do you look like that? So sad?”

  Anita’s eyes shifted a bit, and she smiled at him.

  “I’m not sad, Emmet. Why would I be sad when I have you with me?” she asked him, returning a question for a question.

  Emmet continued to stare at her, his gaze surprisingly piercing. He knew what he saw in her eyes. He could feel it in the pit of his belly. He didn’t want Anita unhappy for one moment.

  “I don’t know why, Anita, but if something is making you unhappy, I wish you would tell me what it was…maybe I could help you,” he said softly.

  “No. No Emmet, you can’t help,” she replied with a sigh.

  “Aha! Then there is something making you unhappy,” Emmet said, moving closer to Anita. His voice dropped low and was filled with passion and sincerity as he spoke to her. The collar was completely forgotten.

  “Tell me what it is. Tell me what’s going on with you Anita. After what we’ve done, what you’ve given me…you don’t have to hide anything from me. If I can find a way to help you…I will. No matter what it is. Please, Anita. Tell me what’s happening,” he pleaded with her.

  Anita stared at Emmet, then her brown eyes filled with tears which spilled over and ran down both her cheeks. Emmet was totally taken aback to see her cry and without thinking, gathered Anita into his arms, embracing her protectively as she began to sob.

  Anita had been dealing with her father on her own for so long, too long. She never had anyone to turn to…no one to talk to about how he kept popping up, taking advantage of her and forcing her to move from place to place to try and get away from him. Or how he kept finding her.

  Emmet listened to Anita cry, stroking her hair awkwardly, trying to comfort her. He could feel her tears rolling down his chest as she rested her face against his neck. Sex wasn’t so important anymore. What was important was that he find out what was troubling Anita.

  “Tell me about it, Anita,” he said softly, “I’m listening.”

  Anita sniffed and pulled back from Emmet, her hair partially covering her face. Emmet gently brushed it back.

  “You’re the most important person in the world to me,” Emmet said to her. “From the first time you spoke to me I knew you were someone special. Trust me, Anita. Tell me about whatever is making you so unhappy. I’ll do my best to make it go away.”

  Anita sighed, and for the first time in her life…she told someone about her father, John Bowen.

  Emmet listened, his eyes locked to her face as Anita told him her life story…how her father had been in jail most of her life and her mother took care of her. And how her mother had died and she was left to fend for herself. Then her father showing up and moving in with her. How she thought he wasn’t so bad at first, how she welcomed him because she was all alone. Then how bad it got, the things he did…

  Emmet frowned slightly as she recounted how she had been forced to move from place to place in order to try and live a normal life. She had lived in so many different places, renting furnished apartments so she could just leave everything behind when he found her again. Finally she finished.

  “I know running away all the time isn’t the answer, Emmet, but it’s all I can think to do. If I don’t take him in, he shows up at my job or at my place and causes problems. So I take him in as long as I can stand it, then when it gets too much…I bail and find somewhere else to live. But he keeps finding me,” Anita said, wiping at her eyes.

  Now Emmet understood why Anita never had a serious relationship. She had to keep moving around because of her father. And when he showed up here…she would leave again. But she couldn’t. Not now.

  “Have you ever thought about a restraining order?” Emmet asked her.

  Anita nodded.

  “Yes, I have. But he’s my father, Emmet. I don’t want to be the reason he gets locked up again,” she said.

  Emmet thought John Bowen deserved to be locked up for stalking his own daughter. But he didn’t say that. He looked thoughtful.

  “He’s doing searches on you using your social security number,” Emmet said. “Probably using it to find your latest place of employment. It takes a few weeks for him to find you, doesn’t it?”

  Anita nodded. Usually he turned up a month or two after she settled in to a new place.

  “How could he do that?” she asked Emmet.

  “He could use the Internet, or maybe he has a connection or something. He’s getting the information from somewhere,” Emmet replied, his eyes dark.

  Anita fell silent. Emmet gave her a couple of moments then moved in. He had to know what she planned to do.

  “So you’re expecting him to turn up soon then, aren’t you Anita?” Emmet asked her.

  “Yes, I am,” she said softly.

  Emmet stared at her for a moment.

  “And what do you plan to do when he does?” he asked her, his stomach starting to feel very tight.

  ”I guess I’ll do what I always do…let him move in with me until I can save enough money to move out,” she said.

  Emmet scowled. He couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of his mouth.

  “No. No, you’re not going to move because of him, Anita. If you moved because you wanted to…that’s one thing. But you’re not going to let him drive you away. That’s no way to live. He’ll always be able to find you because you have to make a living…” Emmet said, then he hesitated.

  “Besides, I don’t want you to go,” he said softly, “I’ve never met anyone like you before and I can’t imagine you just suddenly leaving…”

  Anita gave him a sad little smile.

  “Emmet, there will be other women,” she said to him, “You’re cute, successful. You’ll be able to find someone else.”

  “I don’t want to find anyone else. You liked me when I was a nerd who couldn’t close his own interviews. When I dressed in polyester and wore cartoon ties. You saw past all that, Anita. Why should I have to look for anyone else when you’re in my life?” he asked her.

  “Because I probably won’t stay in your life, Emmet, that’s why,” Anita replied, her eyes sad again.

  “Because of your father moving in with you constantly,” he said to her.

  Anita nodded.

  Emmet looked thoughtful. Anita was going apartment hunting tomorrow.

  “What if he couldn’t move in with you because you already had someone staying with you?” Emmet asked her.

  Anita blinked at him.

  “What do you mean, Emmet? Get a roommate?” she asked him.

  Emmet nodded.

  “That takes time, Emmet. It’s hard to find someone compatible. There is always something to clash over,” Anita said doubtfully.

  “We’re compatible,” Emmet said to her.

  Both of Anita’s eyebrows rose.

  “You, Emmet? You want to be my roommate?” she asked him.

  “Your father would have to think we were more than roommates, but yes. Just to keep you from having to move, Anita. After a while, when your dad moves on or gets the message, I could move out again,” Emmet said.

  Actually, Emmet would have offered to stay with Anita on a platonic level if he had known about her father before. He really didn’t want Anita to leave.

  Anita stared at him.

  “Emmet, living with a person is a lot different than seeing them on occasion. I’m a bit anal about my things…and I can be a nag,” she said to him. “I’m not that easy to get along with for twenty-four hours a day.”

  Emmet grinned at her.

  ”A lot of people are that way, Anita. My mother is one of them, and I’ve been dealing with her quirks for years. I’m really very mellow. You couldn’t do anything to ruffle me,” he said earnestly, “Plus I can cook and cl
ean with the best of them. I can even iron. And I never complain about anything.”

  Emmet really was very even-tempered after waiting hand and foot on June Barrows for years. He doubted that Anita could be anywhere near as demanding and aggravating as his mother.

  His mother. God, she was going to have a fit if he moved out.

  “Are you serious, Emmet? You want to move in with me?” Anita asked him in a low, hopeful voice.

  Emmet nodded.

  “Yes, I really do. I don’t want you to leave Anita. I’d do anything in the world to make you stay,” he said softly.

  Anita smiled at him for a moment, then grabbed Emmet by the collar and yanked him into a very hot, sweet kiss that made his deflated organ balloon so quickly, it almost hurt. Anita pulled away from his mouth, her eyes wet and soft.

  “Emmet Barrows, you have to be the kindest, most generous man on the face of the earth,” she breathed at him.

  Emmet didn’t reply. Instead he drew Anita into another kiss, more passionate than the first, pulling her down into the bed and rolling on top of her.

  “No kinder than you are, Anita,” he said, falling to her mouth again. Anita wrapped her arms around Emmet and let his hungry kisses take her over. Of his own accord, Emmet moved to her throat, his hands caressing her freely now, running them over her breasts and sides as he pressed his lips to her skin, tasting it, his senses whirling as she responded to him with soft moaning and encouragement. The thought of Anita possibly leaving made Emmet more ardent, more needful. He needed to memorize her body with his hands and his lips, learn every curve of her, every indentation and swell. He moved down her body, then when he reached her apex, he rose on his knees, grasping her leg gently and running his mouth along its length, from thigh to ankle. He even kissed the ball of her foot and her toes, sucking on them lovingly, Anita gasping, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he switched legs and repeated his actions. Then he stopped and moved back on his knees in the bed.

  “Turn over, Anita…I want to kiss every inch of you,” he breathed down at her, helping her to turn. When she was positioned on her belly, Emmet held himself over her back as if doing a push-up, lowering himself only to move her hair aside, then rising again, pressing his lips to the back of her neck softly.

  Anita shuddered and moaned as only Emmet’s lips moved over her skin, sliding over her shoulders, then planting kisses down her spine, across the small of her back, moving over the globes of her ass, Emmet worshipping her body, the slight fear of losing her egging him on despite their plans. Suddenly, Anita pushed herself up to her knees and looked over her shoulder at him.

  “Fuck me doggie-style, Emmet. From the back,” she said softly, though her eyes were practically glowing.

  Emmet stared at her smooth, rounded ass. He could see the plump lips of her pussy clearly. They were glistening with her lubrication and his cock throbbed in response. He couldn’t help thinking he had barely got fucking from the front right, but if this was what she wanted…

  Emmet’s hands clenched a bit as he figured out how to hold her. He grasped her waist with one hand and his cock with the other. Biting his lip in concentration, Emmet pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, then ran it up and down trying to find the proper indentation, dragging it over her clit in the process. Anita hissed, jerked and shook her ass invitingly, making Emmet lose his position and his concentration for a moment. He gripped her waist tighter to hold her steady and applied himself again. This time he found his mark, both he and Anita letting out groans of pleasure as he once again slid his thick cock inside her.

  But this time…this time Emmet could clearly see his penetration, Anita’s stretched flesh puckering around the girth of his pale shaft, and the pinkness of her inner skin. He let out another groan at how erotic the view was, Anita’s hot, willing body impaled on his cock.

  “Oh God, Anita,” he breathed, running his hands up her back and over her shoulders, before drawing them back down over the swell of her ass.

  Emmet reflexively squeezed her plump cheeks and thrust deeper inside her, hitting bottom, his loins slapping against her buttocks, which jiggled and rippled from the impact. Emmet groaned as her heat pulsed around him, looking down at his cock buried between her cheeks.

  “I don’t think I’m going to last like this,” he thought as he pulled back, poised to strike again.

  Still, he’d do his best.

  Chapter 29 ~ Meeting Mrs. Barrows

  Emmet slid his hands over Anita’s smooth back before sliding them to her waist. It was the perfect place to hold her as he thrust into her body, her warmth gliding over him, and her body jerking as he hit bottom.

  “God,” he groaned, pulling back and thrusting into Anita again.

  “Yes, Emmet,” Anita breathed, her head hanging, her eyes closed in pleasure as he began to stroke her slow and deep, parting her flesh over and over, groaning, his hands clutching at her waist.

  “Pull me into you Emmet. Make me feel it,” she gasped. “Harder, baby. You can do it harder.”

  “Anita…you’re…driving me crazy,” Emmet hissed at her as he tried to do as she asked, moving faster and harder. She began to shriek a bit as he hit bottom. Emmet slowed.

  “I’m hurting you,” he said, struggling to hold still.

  “No…no you’re not hurting me Emmet. You’re giving me what I want. I want you to fuck me hard,” she gasped, “It feels good to me. I need you to do it that way.”

  Emmet began to fuck Anita again, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as he focused on penetrating her fast and hard. Ooh, it felt so fantastic and Anita sounded like a living wet dream. He looked back down, watching his thick cock disappear up to the hilt in Anita, her ass bouncing back against him. He could see the little puckerhole of her ass, small and rose-like as he slapped against her.

  “Pull my hair,” Anita gasped.

  “What?” Emmet panted. She wanted him to what?

  ”Wrap your fist in my hair and pull my head back, Emmet…be obedient,” she gasped, her body bouncing back and forth.

  Emmet stopped moving, embedded deep in her body, and with both hands gathered Anita’s long hair into both hands and pulled her head back as she asked.

  “Now fuck me…keeping a tight hold on my head…don’t let it drop forward,” she groaned.

  Emmet put it to her again…feeling a bit like…like…he was mistreating her. But the way she was crying out and slamming her hips back against him, impaling her pussy on his cock, she liked it. He began to plunge into her as hard as he could and Anita let out loud shrieks of appreciation…so loud Emmet worried someone would come running to her aid.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes Emmet! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ram me with your big cock!” Anita shrieked, Emmet completely losing it, releasing her hair and hunching over her, fucking Anita for all he was worth, trying to give her what she wanted from him before he blew…and he was close to coming, his mouth stretched in a grimace, his face contorted and sweat pouring off of him.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Emmet grunted with each deep, penetrating stroke now, every nerve in his body seeming to be connected to his cock and the sweet, wet softness that was swallowing it down, his hips flying as he gave Anita all he could of himself.

  Suddenly, Emmet felt her clamp down on his cock again like a vise and felt as if he couldn’t draw another breath as she boiled over him again, her pussy pulsing and squeezing his shaft, sucking on his head, massaging every inch of him.

  “Yesssssss, oh god….yessssss Anita,” Emmet groaned, his hands moving over her body as he shuddered trying to hold back. He managed to get in a few more wild, ramming thrusts before he came, slamming into Anita up to his balls and letting out a long groan as his balls tightened to stones and his release poured through him.

  Anita fell forward and Emmet collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding against her back as he panted. He pulled Anita’s hair aside and kissed her neck and shoulders over and over as he whispered how amazing she was. Anita l
ay sated, her eyes closed and a little smile on her face as she listened to Emmet’s praises and felt his soft, appreciative kisses. Emmet was still inside her and she could feel his cock softening as his body rested on top of hers. Anita didn’t want him to move. Sex was never like this for her. It was always a quick fling or two, then goodbye. She felt so connected to Emmet.

  He didn’t want to say goodbye.

  Anita’s last memory before she drifted off to sleep was Emmet’s soft voice whispering in her ear “Anything. Anything at all, Anita.”

  *

  Emmet and Anita had one more round of sex, this time slow and face to face, Emmet covering her in kisses and caresses as he took her slowly and reverently, telling Anita how beautiful she was over and over. They fell asleep in each others’ arms, Anita’s head resting against Emmet’s shoulder.

  In the morning, Emmet understood what Anita meant about old pussy. He reeked of sex as did Anita. They took a shower together, playfully soaping each other up and sharing a few very wet kisses. They were doing all right until Anita decided to give Emmet a blowjob as she knelt under the spray, Emmet holding on to the rod that held up the shower curtain as she pleasured him. Emmet groaned in pleasure as he watched Anita swallow him down…but when she made him come, Emmet’s whole body locked up and he pulled the rod down as he spasmed, the curtain falling over Anita. After he extricated her from the curtain, Emmet found he had ripped the holder out of the wall and the rod couldn’t go back up.

  “Good thing I’m leaving today,” Anita said looking at the broken rod holder. “Hopefully,” she added.

  She let Emmet use her toothbrush, since he didn’t have his own. He had to dress in the same clothing because he hadn’t known he was spending the night so hadn’t brought anything to change into. He would have to go home and change before driving Anita around to check out apartments. At first he wanted to go home, then come back and pick her up, but Anita said it was a waste of gas and wanted to ride with him. She wanted to see where he lived.