by Jesse Jordan
I feel good kneading the dough, working in the chilled butter chunks, putting the cut pieces of butter back into the fridge to stay firm while I work them in piece by piece. When I'm done, I roll the whole thing out to an even piece and use a knife to cut the dough into six roughly equal rectangles. Not quite good enough for a restaurant, but it should taste good.
I hear Andrea stir just as I get the sausage going, the fat rendering out so that I can mix it into a good gravy, taking the time to mix the pork fat with another chunk of butter before making a roux base with some flour, then adding milk. It's better with cream, but I just need to reduce the gravy down longer to make it thick enough. Just as I turn the heat down to low to let the gravy do its magic on its own, I feel a set of gentle, loving hands wrap around my chest and a warm head on my back. “Are you making me breakfast in bed?”
“Only if you go back to bed,” I joke, Andrea, hugging me tighter. “Or not.”
“Thank you. I love you, and last night, staying up with me while I was going nuts... you're amazing.”
I push away from the stove and turn around, hugging Andrea closely. “You're amazing. By the way, Mama was wondering if you'd like to share bedrooms with me, she says that your room might be better for Angel to have his own space.”
Andrea smiles, purring. “And what do you say?”
“I say that waking up this morning, I could see the future. Many, many mornings with you right where you were, snoring the way you were.”
Andrea stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me, her tongue sneaking out to taste my lips and I open up to her, pulling her closer. We both wanted to last night, I'm sure of it, and now we've got the whole house to ourselves, and we're well-rested. I reach back and fumble for the stove and oven controls, Andrea letting go when she realizes I could hurt myself. “I'll just turn it all off. The biscuits can finish cooking and stay warm right where they are, and I can finish the gravy off later.”
I take Andrea by the hand, leading her back into the bedroom where we kiss again, hungrier now for more than biscuits and gravy. I lift her shirt up, slipping my hand underneath her bra to massage her breast even as she massages my cock through the light sweatpants I changed into last night. “Joey... mi amor...”
“You're sexy when you speak Spanish,” I tease, lifting her shirt up. She raises her arms over her head and I pull it the rest of the way off, devouring her beautiful breasts as soon as they're free and open to my eyes. I love her nipples, the way they grow tight and hard under my tongue and the sounds she makes when I suck hard, biting gently and licking the tangy taste of last night's sweat and essence from her skin. We fall onto the bed, our arms wrapped around each other as I keep licking, reaching for the button on her jeans to push them down her legs.
When I start to kiss down her body to her stomach, ready and willing to lick her tender pussy, Andrea shakes her head, grabbing my hair. “No, Joey. Not this time. I have something special in mind.”
“What?” I ask, seeing the gleam in her eyes. She's turned on, and she's feeling friskier than I've ever seen her, it's powerful and beautiful.
“Go into the kitchen, get the little bottle of olive oil and a dishtowel. Come back while I get ready, and I'll tell you,” Andrea says, smiling. “I promise, it'll be fun.”
I nod and get up, my cock making my sweats stick out ridiculously, but I don't really care as I walk into the kitchen and get the olive oil. I wonder what she wants it for? A massage? Sexy, I could spend hours just rubbing the golden oil into her flawless skin, but from the naughty look on her face, I don't think that's what she has in mind. I turn and go back to the garage, stopping when I see Andrea on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, smiling over her shoulder at me. “Andrea?”
“Can I tell you a story? Chad.... when he got me drunk, he got me to do some pretty freaky things. And I hated them. Not because of how they made me feel, but because of who I was doing them with. Joey, I want to feel pure about it all, and I want to give everything to you. So, I'm wondering... I believe the word is culo?”
I nod, shocked. It's not that I haven't ever wanted to, and Andrea's ass is amazing, but I'm... “My love, I'm a virgin in this.”
Andrea smiles and sits back, showing me just her back as she turns around, her breasts caught between her arms as she folds her hands in her lap and looks at me with love and devotion on her face. “Then I need to ask properly, don't I? Joey... I love you, and I want to give everything I have, everything I am to you. It would be a great honor to me if you would let me give this to you.”
I go over to the bed and kneel, kissing Andrea's plump lips. “Andrea, I love you too, with all my heart and soul. And if this gives you pleasure, I have only one request. I want to look in your eyes and have you on your back when I do this.”
Andrea smiles and shifts, laying back down and spreading her long, beautiful legs, her pussy gleaming with arousal as she shows herself to me. She raises her hips a little, and I can see the pink puckered bud of her asshole, inviting and so impossibly tight. How am I supposed to fit my cock in there, won't I tear her open or hurt her? Andrea seems to read my mind and takes my hand, putting it on the warm lips of her pussy and gasping lightly.
“You won't hurt me, Joey. First, take a little bit of oil and rub in around there, while my fingers take care of my pussy. It'll help relax me, and when you're ready, just slip a finger inside.”
I nod, uncapping the olive oil and drizzling a little on the cleft of Andrea's pussy, watching as it trickles over her skin. Andrea smiles, rubbing it around her pussy until her lips gleam and she's moaning softly, the oil running deeper between her legs to dip into her ass crack. I reach down, running my fingers over this most taboo of areas, shocked at the smile that spreads on her face as my middle finger finds her hole and I start rubbing. She mewls like a kitten, her hips shimmying as I rub carefully, putting slightly more pressure as I feel her relax, and suddenly the tip of my finger slips in, and I stop, surprised at how easy it was. Andrea was right, this is fun. Sexy and intimate and fun.
“A good start, my love. Now, just like if you were fingering me, go nice and slow, adding oil when I start to feel a little dry or tight. Remember, there's no such thing as too much oil right now,” Andrea moans, her fingers still rubbing her pussy, a blush starting on her chest and working up her neck as I slide in deeper until I'm fully finger-fucking her ass, her eyes rolling up as she clenches around my finger and I realize she's coming on my finger. “Joey... oh God yes.... mmmm, you're a natural at this.”
When she loosens up a little I add my ring finger, her breath catching at first but I remember what she said, going slow until her ass relaxes enough and I slide in, filling her even more until both of my fingers are deep in her ass, pumping in and out slowly. My cock is hard as steel at how naughty this feels and I lean down, kissing Andrea's upturned lips as her lust-drunk eyes look into mine, she's so lost in what I'm doing. “I love you, Andrea.”
“I love you... please Joey, I need your cock,” she moans, biting her lip as her body starts to clench again. I watch in amazement as she comes a second time, the flush in her chest turning deep pink and her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she opens them again, looking me in the eyes. “Please... one more time, with you inside me. Fill me with your cock.”
I nod, taking my fingers out and realizing what the dishtowel was for. I wipe my fingers clean and push my sweatpants off, my cock already oozing precum as I lube it up with the olive oil and get myself ready. Andrea's asshole has slipped mostly closed, but her fingers haven't stopped at all as I push her knees farther back towards her shoulders, bringing her ass better into alignment with me. “Andrea... are you ready?”
She nods, still smiling as I start to push. Her ass resists at first, and I'm worried I'm hurting her when suddenly her asshole relaxes again and I slide in, the head of my cock gripped tightly by the tight ring of her muscle. Andrea nods and I push in deeper, my cock gripped in a tight warm embrace it's never felt before. “Wh
at do you think?”
“I think you're perfect,” I whisper, relishing the feeling of my cock sinking into Andrea's tight, heavenly ass. I add a little more olive oil as I pull back, pushing in one more time to the hottest, most mind-blowing feeling in my life as her ass encircles my cock with the sexiest, kinkiest sensation I could imagine. “Andrea... my love...”
“Take me, Joey. I'm yours,” Andrea moans, her fingers not stopping as I start thrusting in and out of her ass. I can't believe it, this is the most beautiful, hottest woman I've ever known and I'm all the way into her ass, a fantasy that I've never imagined would happen. Andrea's perfect, intelligent, and smart, strong, tender, and loving, but also showing me a naughty, kinky side of her that stirs the deepest animal instincts inside me. She's whispering dirty, naughty things as my cock spreads her ass open over and over, the image of our glistening skin burning my brain it's so hot. I've never been this hard and I'm just thrusting faster and harder, my balls aching with the load that's building inside me.
I pound her ass, my hips slapping into her over and over while I consider Andrea's beautiful face, she's loving every shock, every inch of my cock going deep into her ass and back out, rubbing her pussy the whole time until we're both gasping, groaning with every stroke, we're both ready to come soon. “Yeah... Joey, that's it, fuck my tight little asshole.... oh papi....”
Her use of Spanish turns me on even more and I kiss her hard, my cock hammering her ass as I go over the edge, slamming into her so hard I hear both of us crying out, Andrea biting my lip while we both come, her ass clamping on the base of my cock and squeezing it painfully as I fill her with my hot cream, fully in this instant.
When she lets go, we're both smiling, Andrea purring happily. “Three times. You made me come three times. I owe you two.”
“You don't need to,” I reply, tasting blood on my lip. I lick it away, smiling. “That was better than I ever imagined.”
“Oh, I do owe you, Joey. But we should get cleaned up, that's the one bad thing about this. Cleanup. Thankfully the washing machine's in here.”
I laugh softly and kiss her lips again. “Go get showered, I'm sure that helps too, I'll strip the bed and start the laundry before joining you.”
“Si, Papi. I love you.”
I growl lightly and feel my cock twitch, still in her ass but softening. “Keep calling me Papi, and you may not be able to handle what you get.”
I pull out of Andrea and she gets off the bed, the dishtowel between her legs to make sure she doesn't cause a mess. At the door she pauses, looking back at me with a naughty smile. “I love you... Papi.”
Mama clicks the box, and I read over her shoulder as I look at the printout one more time. “Okay, so you updated the structural drawings?”
“Yes. Scanned and uploaded.”
“You have the contractor's certificate?”
“Scanned and uploaded.”
“Your PDF form?”
“Submitted.”
“A partridge in a pear tree?”
Mama smiles at my joke, leaning back in her chair. “Not until Christmas, hijo. But if you want, maybe we can get one.”
I smile, patting Mama on the shoulder. “I think we're good, Mama. Let's print out everything for your file folders, and we just have to wait for the men from the fire station down the street and the city inspectors to give us a call.”
Mama sighs, smiling and stretching. “Thank you, Joey. I know you must be tired of dealing with women and our Internet problems.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Mama, I love all of you. So, no, I don't mind helping you out with your issues.”
We're alone in the back room, while in the backyard I can see Maria and Andrea playing with Angel, who's still got plenty of energy after the babysitting job. Apparently, Maria's clients decided to 'treat' Angel with two stadium-sized churros. Just what a four-year-old needs, half a pound of fried dough and cinnamon sugar. So yeah, he's wired, and I'm glad they're playing outside with him in the fading evening light.
Mama turns and watches too while the printer starts spitting out paper, patting my shoulder. “Have I told you again today that I think Andrea is a fine young woman?”
“I know, Mama,” I reply, watching. I swallow, looking outside. “Mama.... what would you say if I told you I've started to think about Andrea as... well, I'm wondering if she'd become mi esposa?”
“Married, huh?” Mama asks, nodding. “What is stopping you from asking her now? You love her, she loves you.”
“I'm not sure,” I admit, watching. “Everything she does, everything she is, she feels perfect for me. I guess I'm waiting on a couple of things. One, I want to make sure that I'm not just caught up in the momentum, what with Rocky's wedding, the holidays, all of that. I don't want this to be a short-term thing for her, even though we've... well, never mind Mama. You don't want to know. And second, I don't want to freak her out, think we're rushing things. Aren't we supposed to, I don't know, take it slow?”
“Probably, but that's okay, Joey. My question is, do you truly love her? With the same sort of love that I still feel for Tomás?”
I nod, blinking as I watch her and Maria talk. “I do, Mama. But what about you? What about Maria and Angel? Who's going to be the man of the house when I'm not here?”
“We'll get by the same way that we got by the past three tours,” Mama says with a laugh. “Joey, we're not helpless. You've taken good care of your family, but that doesn't mean you have to sacrifice your future happiness to give Maria and me a roof over our heads.”
I laugh, nodding. “Okay Mama, we'll see how it goes. In the meantime, I have a plan to handle problem number two.”
“Oh? What's that?”
“Make enough money as a guitarist that I can buy a ten-bedroom mansion. Then you and Maria can each have your own wing of a house, all to yourselves if you want.”
Mama laughs and kisses my cheek, giving me a hug. “Te amo, hijo.”
“Te ama, Mama.”
I hug Mama until there's a loud knock at the door. “Hmm... wonder who that could be?”
Andrea
Watching Angel charge after the soccer ball that I just kicked across the wide yard, I feel an instinct building inside me that I didn't think would kick in for another few years. I wonder what it would be like to have a child of my own, and even though I know Maria has struggled as a teen mother, she looks happy as we watch her try to get the ball back. “Don't you feel bad that we're basically playing fetch with your son?”
“What do you mean?” Maria asks, kicking the ball after Angel brings it close enough, sending him running towards another far corner of the back yard. “He likes chasing the ball, it gets him running, and we're enjoying ourselves. What is there to feel bad about?”
“Good point,” I counter, kicking the next ball. “So how was babysitting?”
“Good, but I am looking forward to being open here instead. I'm getting enough of a client base now, that sometimes both Mama and I are at different houses, and I know I'm passing up clients. Unless I can talk you into doing babysitting for me too. What do you say, I can give you ten dollars an hour?”
I laugh, nodding. “Tell you what, keep me as an emergency third option, and I'll take it. But only if Teresa promises to teach me cooking. She was supposed to the other day but... well, you saw what happened to my website.”
“Your website comes first,” Maria says, kicking the ball. Angel's tiring from this game, and he doesn't chase the ball as hard, going instead over to the strider type bike that he has to roll around the yard on that. “I totally get that.”
I shake my head, thinking about the feelings going through me since this morning. My ass is still pleasantly sore, Joey was strong but not too rough, and honestly, it's the best anal sex I've ever had. Still, I'm not planning on doing any hard running until tomorrow at least... but if Joey wants it again, I'd let him back in my ass in a heartbeat. But the soreness has been a constant reminder of the other feelings I've ha
d, the ones that have nothing to do with just the sexual release I had this morning. “I'm not so sure anymore, Maria. I think... well, I'm wondering if maybe Joey's supposed to come first to me.”
Maria stops in mid stride over to Angel's play area, giving me a deep look. “You are his one, aren't you?”
“Cora said the same thing when she first met me. What do you mean?”
“You're his perfect equal,” Maria says with a soft smile, so much like Teresa's it's easy to see their relationship. “Cora and I talked about it back when she and I got to know each other. Joey's a giver, a strong man, and someone who will devote himself fully to whatever and whoever he feels he should. The only woman who would be right for him is a woman who is just as much of a giver, a woman who is just as strong, and a woman who would give up any and everything to be with him. Because he'd give up everything to be with you.”
I blink, swallowing. “Yeah, something like that. Even though sometimes I feel like all I do is take from him. Part of being a giver means I can't ask Joey to give up everything.”
“Which is what makes you perfect for him. You know you could ask him. You could go in there right now and demand he gives up the Fragments, that he give up me and Mama and Angel... and I think he would, Andrea. For you, he would. You're his one, the one woman who can be both strong enough to resist the urge to demand everything from him since he's so wonderful and strong enough to share that wonderfulness with the rest of the world.”
I grab Maria and give her a hug, squeezing her tight. “Thank you. I love you, Maria.”