by Irons, Rose
From his letters, she knew that he had saved up all the money he’d made while deployed and invested it wisely. He was now running his own environmental consulting company, and had become a self made billionaire.
Andrea hated to ask for help, but knew she had no other options. She had called Jake and asked to meet with him, now she was on a bus to the airport. She had spent the last of her saving on a plane ticket, and she desperately hoped Jake wouldn’t turn her away.
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Andrea disembarked the plane and collected her luggage; the handful of possessions she’d thought important enough to take with her from her old apartment were all packed into a single bag.
At the baggage claim, a man in a suit held up a sign with her name on it. She’d seen such things in movies, but never thought she’d be important enough to warrant something like that. Normal people just pick each other up from the airport; in fact, it was almost a test of friendship. She wondered if she should be flattered that he sent a driver just for her, or insulted that he didn’t come himself.
She introduced herself to the driver; he took her luggage and beckoned her to follow him. Andrea was a little worried about how far Jake might live from the airport; she was generally a quiet person and wasn’t looking forward to a long drive with a stranger.
Once outside, the driver led her to a limousine and placed her bag in the trunk. Andrea had never ridden in one before; her friends had rented one to take to the Prom, but she’d thought it was much too expensive and insisted on saving the money for college instead.
The driver held her door open for her, and rather than feeling like an invalid, she felt like royalty. The inside was luxuriously furnished with black leather seats and wood trim. An ice bucket held a bottle of champagne, and two glasses were secured next to it. With regret, she tore her eyes from the bottle – she could really use a drink right now. I’m not pregnant anymore, she painfully reminded herself. She popped the bottle open and poured herself a drink.
She was relieved when the driver took his seat and left the partition up as he drove off. She was grateful for not having to make small talk with the man. She didn’t want to talk about herself at all; hell, she didn’t even want to think about her life right now.
Instead, Andrea tried to figure out the best way to plead her case to Jake. She was terribly uncomfortable with the situation; in the past, she’d never been one to ask for charity. She had paid her own way through college, hell, even when she was a kid she never liked borrowing money from her parents. Now she had to ask a man she hadn’t seen in years for more help than she’s ever needed in her life. Andrea had always been so careful to avoid debt, but when you’re pregnant and need medical attention the bills pile up real fast. There was no way she’d ever be able to pay them off now that she was out of a job.
All too soon, gravel crunched beneath the tires, as the limousine slowed to a stop outside a surprisingly modest country house. Andrea had been so occupied running line after line through her head, that she hadn’t even noticed when the car had left the city. The asphalt and skyscrapers had given way to mountains and forests, and the car had pulled off onto an unmarked driveway.
The house was by no means tiny, but it was a still a great deal smaller than what Andrea had been expecting. It bore no resemblance at all to the stately mansion she had envisioned, and she couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or charmed.
It looked to be a normal, well kept country home. The siding was wood, painted white, and the windows were adorned by ornamental blue shutters. Flowers blossomed in beds all along the front of the house, and they were alive with butterflies and hummingbirds.
Not a moment after the vehicle had arrived, the large front door had opened and Jake was standing on the rustic porch. Andrea’s breath caught in her throat. The awkward looking, scrawny boy she had grown up with had turned into quite a man. His time as a marine was evident; he appeared impeccably neat with closely cropped hair, just barely long enough to part to one side. He was casually dressed in just a pair of blue jeans and a T shirt, but she could easily imagine him filling out a finely tailored suit. His biceps bulged from the sleeves of his shirt, which was stretched taught across his muscled chest.
Andrea was grateful for the minute she had to compose herself before the driver came around to open her door. She got over her initial shock at seeing the gorgeous man her childhood friend had grown into. Damn she thought, before pushing it from her mind. She realized that beneath the anxiety she’d been suffering from for the better part of the day, she was actually more than a little excited to be there.
Jake was one of the only things left from her childhood, and seeing him again filled her with a sense of belonging. As she stepped from the limo, he smiled at her. It was the same smile he’d had as a boy, and she’d seen it a million times. Usually right before he got her into some kind of trouble. His eyes were the same too, though as he looked her up and down, she sensed something new in his gaze.
He glanced back up and met her eyes, and knew he’d been caught giving her the once-over. Instead of blushing, he only smiled wider. Jake offered her his arm as she approached the porch steps.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he said. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”
Smiling, Andrea took his arm and climbed the steps onto the porch. Instead of annoyance at being offered assistance for such a simple task, she was glad for the excuse to touch him. Her body filled with warmth as she felt the firm muscle beneath her fingers. With some regret, she reached the porch and had to let him go.
Instantly, the regret vanished as he wrapped her body in his powerful arms. His muscled torso pressed against her, and she loved the way he held her tight. It had been ages since she’d felt a proper embrace, even her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend, she reminded herself) had hardly touched her once she began to show. People were always cautious about hurting the baby, so they tended to keep her at arm’s length, and maybe give her a peck on the cheek. It was strange how lonely you could feel, even with someone you loved, without their touch. Despite the uncomfortable situation she was in, and the desperate circumstances that drove her here, this was the most normal she’d felt in months.
The embrace eventually came to an end, and Andrea was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest. God, it feels so good to be touched, she thought before returning her focus to the man who stood before her.
“I’m so glad you had time for me to visit.” She forced herself to say something, to take her mind of the way his body had felt pressed against her. “You must be so busy these-”
“Actually, most of the day to day oversight has been delegated out to various department heads.” He interrupted.
“Most days, there’s only a thing or two that needs my attention. I work from home now, more often than not.”
He smiled at her and gestured to the house. “I’ve been living out here at my country house all spring, and I’ve hardly seen a soul. I’ll be glad for the company.”
His head turned slightly, and he looked past her to the driver. “Peter” he said, “please take the lady’s luggage into the guest room.”
Jake took her by the hand and led her through the open door. Inside, the house had a beautiful rustic look with exposed beams and a vaulted ceiling. A large stone fireplace dominated one wall of the living room, and an array of comfy looking chairs and couches formed a half circle around it. The dining area was filled by a large table made of dark, gleaming wood. It was only separated from the kitchen by a high counter, lined with tall stools on this side. Everything appeared clean and orderly.
He led her through a hall off to the left, and into the guest suite. The room was largely empty, the only furniture being a king sized canopy bed, a single nightstand, and a dresser. There was a door off in one corner.
“You’ve had a long day of traveling, why don’t you soak awhile while I prepare dinner.” He pointed toward the far door. “Then we’ll catch up.”
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re she could respond, he had turned and left. She closed the door after him, and pulled off her shirt. A bath did sound good…
The door opened as she had her hands behind her back, unfastening her bra. Peter froze in the doorway, and Andrea could feel his eyes upon her exposed flesh. She hugged the cups of her bra to her breasts and suddenly felt very self conscious.
After she’d gotten pregnant, her boyfriend had seemed less attracted to her. She had felt oddly ashamed, as if it were a deformity and not something wonderful. Now that she was free of the cheating scum, she realized how ridiculous it was for her to feel that way. Bearing children was one of the most beautiful things a woman could do.
Peter apologized profusely and set her bag down just inside the room, and then he disappeared behind the closing door.
Andrea let her bra fall to the floor and finished undressing. She dug through her suitcase, found her nicest sundress, and laid it out on the giant bed. It was a bit wrinkled.
She found a hanger in the empty closet and hung the dress from it, and then she carried it over to the bathroom door. She opened the door and froze. White marble tiles led the way to the biggest Jacuzzi tub she’d ever seen in her life. On the opposite wall, a large walk in shower area was segregated by a chest high stone wall.
Andrea hung her dress from a hook to let the steam work out the wrinkles, and ventured over to the tub. There were half a dozen knobs; she tried one and a jet of water shot out across the room and splashed against the mirror above the sink. She screamed in shock and turned the knob the other way, but the water kept coming.
She scrambled to make it stop, and was soon interrupted by a knock at the door.
“Andrea, are you okay in there?” Jake’s voice asked from the other side of the door
“Uh-yeah, little problem though!” she called out. “I turned the wrong knob...”
A laugh answered her from the bedroom.
She scrambled around, looking for something to cover herself with but she’d left all her clothes in the bedroom. Except for the sundress, which was now soaking wet. The water continued to spew from the tub, so she quickly pulled it on.
Andrea opened the door, and Jake was standing there in a trim black suit, an amused smile on his face. Then his eyes took in the sight before him.
Her dress was white and yellow, designed to be loose fitting and summery. Now the wet dress clung to her shapely figure, and her fair skin showed through even the yellow fabric. Her body shivered, and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material. Her hair was soaked and plastered around her face.
Jake stared at her, taking it all in. Before the moment turned awkward, he squeezed through the doorway, brushing his body against hers as he entered the bathroom. He moved purposefully toward the tub, the water spraying against his chest as he moved in. He turned off the flow, and took a few sodden steps back towards Andrea, still frozen in the doorway. His leather shoes squished as he walked.
Their eyes met, and for a moment they looked at each other. Then they both exploded in laughter. Andrea couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed this hard; she felt young again. The two of them, all dressed up and soaking wet, this was exactly the kind of situation they’d have gotten into back when they were kids.
Jake leaned in and kissed her. The laughter stopped.
His tongue was insistent, it slipped into her mouth and she moaned. She hadn’t been kissed like this in ages. She returned his passion and kissed back deeply.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his, harder than before. Her nipples rubbed against his chest through the wet fabric and she shivered in delight. He felt so solid, so real, as he hugged her tight.
The cool air rushed between them as he broke off the kiss and drew his body back.
Jake looked into her eyes.
“I’ve always loved you.” He said.
Andrea looked back at him, her oldest friend, professing his love in a soaking wet three piece suit. That’s just like him, she thought as a smile crept across her face. He grinned back, and a moment later they were laughing again.
Through the laughter, they kissed, and it gradually subsided. Soft moans and whimpers took its place as they gave in to their passion.
Jake began exploring her body with his hands, running them over her back and then down to her butt. He cupped her flesh and marveled at how she could be both soft and firm. His hand slid beneath the hem of her dress, and she moaned at the warmth of his touch.
Andrea took a step backwards, and then began to peel the wet dress off her body. Jake watched as she pulled the material up off her thighs, then higher, until her pussy was exposed. She hesitated, and then continued to lift the dress up over her stomach.
She looked to his eyes as she exposed her belly, waiting for some sign of rejection, but none came. Soon her dress was pulled up over her breasts and they bounced free. She tossed the dress to the floor, and looked back to Jake.
Silently, he took in every inch of her body, and seemed to be appreciating all of it. Not once did she catch a look of distaste clouding his expression.
Jake smiled at her adoring, and then scooped her up into his arms. He lifted her easily, his muscled barely straining, and carried her the short distance to the bed. He laid her down on her back and stood over her.
Andrea shivered as he ran his hand alongside her face, and then down her neck. His fingertips brushed over her erect nipple, and then he gently cupped her generous breasts. Her pale flesh spilled over his pale fingers; even his large hands were unable to hold all of one breast.
He released her breast and the flesh rippled as it came to rest against her chest. His hand trailed its way down to her belly, and he stroked it lovingly.
Andrea gasped as his hand moved lower and his fingertips brushed over her mound. He stroked her gently, and her back arched in pleasure. A single finger slid between her lips and slowly rubbed against her clit. She moaned in response.
She felt the bed shift beside her and the finger disappeared from between her lips. Andrea whimpered in protest, and opened her eyes.
Jake stood beside the bed, stripping off his wet suit. The jacket was already crumpled on the floor, and Andrea watched as he slipped off his vest. The white oxford button down clung to his muscular torso, outlining every ripple. He removed his tie and began undoing the buttons. Slowly, his gleaming chest appeared and hey eyes drifted down over every muscle until the shirt joined the jacket on the floor.
Her eyes fixed on the muscles below his stomach that formed a V; it disappeared below the waistline of his trousers and she ached to follow it all the way down to his groin.
He stepped out of his shoes, and then undid the button on his pants. They dropped to the floor. He bent down and smoothly removed the pants as well as his socks. He stood back up, clad only in a pair of tight fitting briefs that outlined the large bulge beneath them.
Jake moved to her, then grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the foot of the bed. Her legs hung over the edge, and he knelt between them. She draped her legs over his shoulders as she felt his warm breath upon her moist lips.
He hesitated only a moment, as if he had considered teasing her first but couldn’t wait, and his tongue slipped between her lips.
Andrea whimpered as his tongue found her clit and began darting teasingly over it. Then she moaned as his lips closed over her. His mouth was talented; his tongue felt as if it was everywhere all at once, and occasionally his lips would brush against just the right place.
Then he began to suck gently on her folds, pulling first one lip and then the other into his mouth, before reaching her clitoris. Her back arched in pleasure and she couldn’t help but scream. An orgasm washed over her but he didn’t let up.
Finally, when he hated sated himself with her juices, he climbed to his feet. Andrea watched hungrily as he slipped off his briefs. She gasped as his cock bobbed free; it was long, thick, and beautiful with a well tended thatch of hair at the base. She ached to fee
l it inside her.
Jake climbed onto the bed and she eagerly wrapped her creamy thighs around him. She took his thick cock in her hand and marveled at its girth, knowing it would soon be stretching her to her limits. She stroked him gently, spreading the pre-cum from the engorged tip along the shaft. He grew harder in her hand with every stroke, but he appeared patient.
Andrea drew him closer and gasped as his thick head brushed against her lips. She held the base of his cock and slowly rubbed the tip between her lips. Her fluids mixed with his and he glided easily over her soft skin. She softly moaned each time it brushed over her clit. She smiled at the look of ecstasy on his face as he felt her lips parting around him.
When she was ready, Andrea slipped his cock lower and felt it pressing against her opening. Taking his cue, Jake slowly pushed the tip inside her. She moaned as her flesh parted around him. He drew back and slowly reinserted the tip, just a little bit further than the first time. She opened more easily with the second stroke, and with the third he went deeper. Her fluids coated his length and soon he was buried to the hilt within her tight cunt. He gently rocked against her, and his pelvis pressed against her clit. She moaned.