ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories)

by Michelle Woodward

  Jen decided that it would be best to text Rick for awhile before going on a date with him. Although he'd never specifically mentioned going out with her, she knew that was what was on his mind. Not that Jen was stuck up or full of herself, but she knew how the world worked. Rick wouldn't even be speaking to her if he didn't want to taker her out. So they started conversing back and forth. Rick was in waste management, Jen learned. When she inquired what all that entailed he told her that it meant he was in charge of all the trash pick ups in the city where they lived, and a bunch of other stuff that sounded really complicated. His job had him working odd hours, so sometimes he wasn't available to text back and forth. Also, she found, Rick more or less hated talking on the phone. He'd speak with her on the phone only rarely, and he explained this as his aversion to how his voice sounded while being recorded; not that he thought that Jen was recording him, he went on to explain, but he just couldn't shake the sound of his own voice the few times he'd recorded it himself just to see what it would be like.

  Jen found herself becoming more and more intrigued with Rick. He seemed like a nice, intelligent guy who was just trying to make a living. She knew that he was making quite a bit of money, but wasn't sure how much. Not that Jen cared about stuff like that, she was well enough off without needing anyone to help her along. Rick and her talked about all kinds of things, from films they'd both seen and liked, and didn't like, to music and literature. He was a very well read man, and also enjoyed all kinds of music. Politically she could tell that at one point he'd been very active in the community, but that it had burned him out and he just didn't have it in him anymore to get all fired up about politicians that were so phony they might as well have been a three dollar bill. He was a down to earth guy, Jen could tell, and she really liked that about him. She had a special disdain for people that walked around with their head in the clouds, or up their own asses, as was more often the case.

  After a week or so of texting back and forth, and a few scant phone calls, she decided that it might be time to go on a date with him. He hadn't asked yet, though, hadn't even hinted that he wanted to spend time with her in real life. But he had talked about his schedule a little bit, and how even though he was busy he could always break away to hang out with someone special. Jen guessed that was a heavy handed hint that he was down to spend some time with her, so one day she asked. It was over text, so there was no way for her to know if he'd really received it or not. Of course it's easy to assume that someone receives the text, and her smart phone showed her that indeed he had, and even read it. But Jen tried not to put too much stock in what her smart phone told her, it just messed up too many times a day for her to get mad at Rick if he didn't shoot her a text back right away.

  So Jen waited. And waited. It was a full eight hours later, in the evening, when Rick finally got back to her. When she received the text she lost her breath, and didn't know what to do. She paced around her apartment trying to figure out a way to look at the text without really looking at it, to open it while leaving it closed. Jen hadn't known how strong she'd felt about the entire thing until that very moment. But maybe it wasn't a strong feeling for Rick as much as it was a strong desire to never be rejected again. Jen chided herself as she sat on her couch trying to breathe in a way that would bring on a sense of peace. What had gotten into her? If she was feeling this strongly about him so quickly made it was a mistake all together. But she couldn't turn her back on the idea, and pushed forward.

  Rick, would you like to come over tonight to hang out? I've got a couple of DVDs I've rented but haven't watched yet and I was wondering if you'd like to join me?

  She waited every second for his reply text. First a minute went by. Then another minute. Then another minute. She couldn't believe that he had her hooked so early on in the relationship, even though she'd hooked herself and there wasn't a relationship to speak of yet. Jen was excited, though, she had to admit. Even with all of her misgivings about how eager she was, she was also excited that she was so eager. It was often that a guy got her all worked up so that she barely knew what to do with herself. She imagined what the sex would be like but it made her way too hot and bothered to think about if he was going to come over right now. But why not? They were both adults and it wasn't like they had any religions that they had to pay attention to, or anything else like that to worry about.

  I'll be right over, was his reply.

  Jen wondered if Rick had sent it thinking that he was going to get some ass. She hoped that he was. She tried not to think too hard about it but she couldn't help but get wet thinking about Rick in the gym, how fucking good he had looked. She wondered how hung he was, and if he knew how to use it. She hoped that he was well hung. Jen wasn't a snob about cock size, but at the same time she surely appreciated it when a man was well endowed. It made it so that he could get away with not knowing all of the little tricks that lesser endowed men had to know. What if he wasn't hung though? Jen decided that that didn't matter to her, not as much as the need for Rick to bend her over the couch and paddle her ass while he fucked her from behind. Jen hoped that Rick was into hair pulling and stuff like that because she was, in fact nothing turned her on like getting her hair pulled.

  There was a knock on her door. Jen didn't remember giving Rick directions to her place but she must have because who else could it be? She got up off the couch and opened the door and there he was, dressed in gym shorts and a t-shirt, with hard on tucked up in his waist band. Jen couldn't help but grab him around the neck and kiss him, then sink down to her knees as she kissed his chest, pulling his cock out of his waist band and giving it a tonguing it before putting it in her mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it like it was an ice pop or some other sweet, icy treat and it were the middle of the summer. After doing this for a few seconds Jen realized that they were standing in the door with it open, so she pulled Rick by the cock into her apartment, letting the door close behind them. She pulled him over to the couch and pushed him so that he sat down, then dropped to her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock and started to suck on just the throbbing head of it, while stroking it up and down with both of her hands. His dick was big, really big.

  “What do you want me to do with this thing?” Jen asked as she held onto it with both hands, a tendril of saliva leading back to her pouted lips.

  “Whatever you want, baby,” Rick said.

  Jen got up and started to strip for Rick, slowly and sensually. First she danced her way out of her pants, then she pulled her shirt up over her head. By then Rick was on his feet and helped her undo her bra. Jen's big, heavy breasts fell out of her bra as she pulled it away. She was proud of her tits because they looked so good. Then she stepped out of her panties to reveal her perfectly shaved pussy. Rick ran his finger through her slit as he kissed her, pulling her close with his other hand as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Jen could feel herself melting in his arms, squealing a little less each time he tweaked her nipples. Jen stroked his cock, twisting her hand slowly as she drew it up and down his shaft. She was always careful to avoid the head most of the time, but every so often she would fondle it all by itself. She loved the way it turned him on, made him crazy for her. She loved that about sex and men, how much they wanted her. She fell back on the couch and could feel her pussy get as wet as an ocean as Rick knelt before her and rubbed the head of his throbbing cock through her slit.

  “Fuck me Rick,” Jen said. “Oh please fuck me. Stick your big, thick cock in my pussy Rick. God damn you look fucking sexy right now. Look at you! Fucking stick that big cock on me, please! I want it!”

  Rick rubbed his cock up and down her slit, then slapped his meaty stick against her slip a few times. It drove Jen wild that he was being so vulgar about it. Most of the guys she'd slept with hadn't been bad boys in the bedroom and had just been meek and followed her lead.

  “You want my fucking dick, baby?” Rick said. “You want me to fuck you with my fucking dick? Do you? Well all right then, baby. I
'll fucking fuck you with my big dick.”

  Rick slid his cock into up and down through Jen's slit. She arched her back and thrust her hips up into him to try and prolong the pleasure since he kept pulling away, as if he had changed his mind. Rick took her by the ankles and held them back behind her head so that her arms were pinned behind them to the couch, then, by shifting his pelvis, rested his cock head on her pussy. He slowly started to sink into her, inch by inch. It was a feeling she loved, to be split open like his big cock was doing to her now. Jen's thing for big cocks was taking her over and all she wanted was for Rick to pound her pussy, really give it to her. That was what she really craved and longed for, to be used like a little fuck doll in her own apartment.

  “Fuck me Rick,” Jen said. “Fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me silly, until my eyes cross and I can't see straight anymore. I know that's what you want to do to me, isn't it? I bet you want to fuck me so hard that it makes my legs bow so that I can't walk straight anymore! Fuck me Rick! I want to feel you pound my pussy like you mean it, like it's the last fuck you're ever going to have, like you want me to come harder than I've ever come before!”

  Rick started to increase the tempo of his rhythm, really giving it to her stroke after stroke. It felt great to slam into her pussy over and over like he was, knowing that she was loving every little second of it. Normally Rick was a lot more careful when he fucked a woman, but he knew that some women liked it a little rougher—Jen could tell because of how he was tentatively fucking her harder and harder. Jen could feel an orgasm building up inside of her in a way that she never had before. She loved how it made her feel, the way that ecstasy was literally building up in her pussy to discharge in a toe curling explosion that would blossom throughout her entire body.

  “I can feel it,” Jen said. “I'm going to come soon. Fuck me harder Rick. Please fuck me harder! I need you to make me come as hard as I can! It's been so long since I've gotten off. I need this!”

  Rick panted as he increased his tempo. She could tell that he was really giving her his all. She appreciated that he was willing to put in the work necessary to get her off. A lot of guys just didn't have it in them to hold of coming long enough to get the other person off. Jen didn't know if it had to do more with their fear of creating a kind of intimacy, even if it was only as brief as the orgasm, or if they really just couldn't handle waiting that long. Rick was seeming like he was going to stick it out, though. And it wasn't going to take much longer.

  “Here it comes!” Jen said. “I'm coming!”

  An explosion of pleasure rocked Jen's body. She moaned as she came, a deep moan that came from the center of her very being. She knew that she would have been embarrassed under normal circumstances, but right now she just didn't care. The waves of pleasure racked her body and she lost control of her muscles. It was like she couldn't stop herself from arching her back and locking her body. The whole time Rick kept fucking her, hard. Jen reached up and clung to his shoulders while he fucked her and she came. The waves of pleasure kept rolling through her one after the other. Jen hadn't had an orgasm like this since her college days, back when she'd mixed drugs into her sex life pretty freely. She hadn't needed any drugs for this sexual high, though. It was just good old fashioned awesome sex. Jen could feel the orgasm subsiding, and for the first time in her life she was thankful for it. The orgasm had been so intense that she wasn't sure if she could have taken much more.

  Just when she stopped coming she looked up from staring at Rick's abs and saw that his impending orgasm was written all over his face. She could feel how hard his cock was inside of her and knew that it would only be a matter of time now before he blew his load deep inside of her. She was thankful that she decided to keep taking her birth control even though she hadn't been seeing anyone for awhile and hadn't planned on getting laid; she'd figured that's what birth control was for, for when you didn't plan on things, and kept taking it anyway. Now it was going to come in handy as Rick's cock went hard as steel the moment before it started to spew rope after rope of his come inside of her.

  After they were done they showered together. It was a sweet moment, both of them standing together naked showering, laughing and joking about how good they both were in bed. Jen laughed and ran her hands up and down Rick's body. After the shower they toweled off and Rick went home because he had to work early. Jen drifted off to sleep thinking of him.

  In her dream Jen knew something was very wrong but she couldn't put her finger on it. It wasn't the kind of dream where terrible things happen or you hear some voice that imparts cryptic wisdom. Instead it was a simple dream, where Jen was in a big supermarket, lost. She kept trying to find the right aisle but couldn't, but eventually she found the manager. He was in the dairy section mopping up a gallon of milk that had fled the shaky hand of an older woman and plunged to the ground.

  “Hey, could you help me get out of here?” Jen said as she approached.

  The man kept on mopping like he couldn't hear her. All she could really see from his back was his broad shoulders. As Jen moved around the puddle of milk to try and get his attention again she saw more and more of his face as she walked. Suddenly she realized it was Rick.

  Jen wasn't a superstitious person, but whenever she had bad dreams they always meant something. She wasn't sure what it could mean that she had seen Rick mopping up a bunch of spilled milk in a supermarket of her dreams, but she knew it meant something. Jen went to a psychic and told her what was going on. The psychic listened carefully, then bent over Jen's palm to read the lines.

  “There is something about this man's job, you said it was waste management? In the dream he is cleaning up waste, but something is wrong. He is trapped in a job he wishes to leave, and you are there as well. And you are pregnant.”

  Jen almost fainted. She couldn't be pregnant. She texted Rick on the way to her doctor's office. When she got there she saw she missed a few phone calls from Rick. She called him back and got his voice mail a few times. Then he called her back.

  “Baby,” he said. “I have no idea why you think your pregnant when there is no way you can tell. First of all, you said you were on birth control. Second of all, it's the day after so there is no way to tell for sure. But if you want to keep it you can, but we have to keep it a secret.”

  Jen hung up without saying anything else. There was something for sure wrong, and she knew it now. There was no way that Rick would call her and say something strange like that if the dream hadn't meant something real, it was just all around too strange. What if Rick was into something much more sinister than he'd let on. Jen's mind raced and she thought of all the gangster movies where the guys were all part of “waste management,” but really they were out there extorting people and doing all kinds of crazy stuff. Some of the stuff they did was scary even—violent. She didn't want anything to do with someone like that. But surely that wasn't the case for what was going on with Rick. It just couldn't be. He was too great of a guy, and he was also too good looking, and too good in bed. Suddenly Jen's mind went a new direction with everything: What if Rick was so full of shit he was married?

  But of course you would think all of these terrible things, Jen though to herself, and you would go to the doctor's office the day after.

  Rick was right, there was no way for her to tell if she was pregnant the day after sex. It just wasn't possible. So she headed home instead of wasting anyone's time. She was just glad that she hadn't made an appointment. As she climbed back into her car she felt her phone vibrate against her side in her purse. She ignored it, knowing it was Rick trying to get a hold of her. She didn't want to put him off but she just didn't want to talk about it right that very second. It was one thing to know, but it was a whole different thing to know and not know at the same time. She didn't want it to be this way. She knew that she was pregnant. The whole ride home she knew. When she walked into her apartment she knew. When she realized that it was Rick on the couch she knew. When they embraced and she threw her arms aroun
d his neck she knew. When when he asked how she knew and he didn't have an answer all she could tell him was that she knew.

  So they waited a few days and bought a test from the store. It was positive. After that things changed between them, but not drastically at first. It wasn't until the talk they had a few days after the test came back positive.

  “Jen, there are a few things I've kept from you,” Rick said as he sat on her couch with her, holding her hand. “First of all, I don't know how else to say this so I'm just going to go for it. I'm in the mafia. That means the whole waste management thing is more or less a cover for all of the other stuff that I have to do for the mob. It's a pretty good paying gig, but there is a bunch of unsavory practices that I didn't mind so much when I was younger, but as time goes on I hate it more and more.”

  Jen wanted to recoil but didn't. She didn't want to offend Rick. It was shitty that he'd lied to her, and it sucked that he was in the mob, but maybe they could get over it. Maybe there was a way for them to reconcile what was going on between them with what the world wanted them to do.

  “There is something else,” Rick said. “Besides that, I'm married.”

  Jen recoiled this time, and the wail of a banshee left her lips before she could even think of suppressing it. She got up and ran out the front door of the apartment, then down the hall, then down the steps, then out the door. She just kept running and running. She figured she'd know when she was supposed to stop, but she couldn't. Something about moving away from the entire situation made her feel like she was getting some kind of resolution to what was happening. Like if she put enough distance between her and Rick maybe she wouldn't have to face it. Maybe, just maybe, if she ran forever everything would go back to normal for a change instead of being so shitty. So she ran, without looking back. All the way to the end of town. Then she collapsed.