Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novella)

by Chris Genovese

  Wife pretty.

  The kind of pretty you take home to meet your parents but not necessarily the kind you brag to your buddies about.

  I took off my work blouse, pulling it over my head, and let it fall to the floor. My skin colored bra was a little too big for my breasts, a result of buying what I could afford, not what was perfectly molded to fit my specific shape and size. It wasn’t Victoria’s Secret—GiGi’s Secret actually—a cheap department store knockoff.

  I unfastened my bra and pulled the straps down off of my shoulders. I yanked down, letting my heavy breasts fall free of the metal rims beneath cheap fabric.

  A quick soothing feeling came over me, like when you’re barefoot on a black tar surface or a hot beach and you run with all your might to reach the shade to be welcomed by such an instant relief that you can almost feel your feet sizzle and an “awww” escapes your lips.

  “Aww,” I said just above a whisper.

  In the mirror, my breasts hung down a little lower than I wanted them to. They weren’t huge, just more than a handful, but after breastfeeding gravity took over and made them look—I don’t know—used.

  I lifted them up with my hands, holding them so they looked firm and fake, like I’d actually afforded the surgery I’d been wanting for so long.

  For me, it wasn’t about fake breasts, it was just about looking how I did before I had a child. Healthy and beautiful and firm. I didn’t want bigger boobs, just better boobs.

  My areolas were dark and my nipples hard. Stretch marks ran across my stomach, the lower part at least.

  Why was I doing this to myself?

  A guy was out there, a handsome and rich and friendly guy who wanted me. He actually wanted me. And here I was in the bathroom doubting myself as usual.

  Maybe I could get into bed without him really seeing me.

  I stepped into the shower and slid the frosty glass door closed. I fiddled with the nozzle until a lukewarm stream finally shot out and then stood beneath the spray, letting it wash my worries away. It heat up quickly. Soon, hot water covered me, hitting my closed eyelids and running down my lips and my chest and between my legs.

  I took the bar of soap, ran my hands over it several times to lather up, then used my soapy hands to wash my body. I closed my eyes as I ran my slick hands over my breasts and while slippery, they felt perfect.

  I felt good, like a real woman.

  I ran my other soapy hand down to my ass and cleaned it good. Then lathered again and cleaned between my legs.

  That’s when I heard the click of the bathroom door. I jumped, terror taking over me. I was completely naked and vulnerable and standing in a strange man’s bathroom.

  I couldn’t stop the Hitchock shower scene from rushing to my head. I pushed it away and focused on the real concern. He might see my naked, completely naked, in the lit up bathroom.

  “Hello?” I asked, knowing I sounded like the dumb chick in a scary movie.

  “It’s just me,” Mr. Cooper responded.

  “I thought I locked the door,” I said.

  “Oh, that lock doesn’t work,” he said. “If you want me to leave I can.”

  I didn’t know what to say. One part of me wanted him to leave and the other part was begging for him to climb into the shower with me.

  “Are you nervous?” he asked.

  I didn’t answer.

  I wanted to but I couldn’t find my voice.

  I realized I was playing with my clit. The soap had washed away and I was still cleaning myself over and over and over again.

  The light went out. And I was there in the darkness. I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face.

  “Maybe this will help,” he said. “We can feel our way through.”

  I was scared and I wasn’t sure why. Was I scared of him or scared of giving in to him?

  I heard him remove his clothes, the sound of fabric sliding over his taught skin and then the thump of his heavy pants and shirt hitting the floor.

  Somewhere there in the darkness, just beyond the door, stood a gorgeous and completely naked man. It took a long time for him to open the sliding door. Maybe he was nervous too.

  “Gina,” he said as it slid open. “I can’t see anything.”

  I reached out and my hand touched his shoulder. “I’m here.”

  His hands found my waist and rested there gently, his fingertips lightly touching my skin.

  “I am nervous,” I admitted.

  “Don’t be,” he said. “You’re so stunning. You’re beautiful. You’re the realest girl I’ve ever been with.”

  The fingertips of one hand traced my stomach up to the middle of my chest and stopped at my left breast. His fingertips touched the bottom of it, like he was reaching out, about to cup it in his hand.

  “You’re so real, Gina. That’s rare nowadays. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in the store.”

  Oh God he’s saying everything just right.

  I’d never had anyone talk to me like this. I felt exposed and could also sense his vulnerability. He was being honest with me. He really did like me.

  “You’re a real woman,” he continued. “And sometimes a man needs a REAL woman. I need to have you, Gina.”

  I gasped as his hand finally did cup my breast and his other hand moved around my body and gripped my ass.

  “Take me then,” I said, offering myself up to him.

  He found my mouth with his, tilting his head just enough, and he plunged his tongue into mine. I met him with heated passion, rolling my tongue around his, loving the warmth and wetness of the inside of his mouth.

  It was lovely.

  As our kiss heated up, he squeezed my ass even harder and I moved my hand around and gripped his, digging my nails into it. He moaned inside my mouth. I loved it. I squeezed again and pushed him against the wall.

  I could feel his cock, half erect, against my navel. It poked me and knowing that it was right there, so close I could reach out and take it in my mouth, drove me crazy. I wanted him so bad. But I needed him to want me as much.

  “Fuck…you do something to me. I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” Mr. Cooper said in short breaths between our tongues.

  He reached down, lifted one of my breasts up to his mouth and rubbed his bottom lip at the nipple, softly licking my erect nub and letting his tongue circle my areola.

  Hot water rained down over us and soaked his face. I couldn’t quite see him even though my eyes were adjusting to the darkness. But I could hear him drinking the water as he sucked on my breasts. It turned me on even more.

  I reached out and found his cock, harder than before, this time almost fully erect, and closed my hand over it. The water was an instant lubricant, making it easy for me to raise and lower my hand over his shaft, jerking him off.

  It was big.

  Bigger than any I’d ever had inside of me. That scared me a little but intrigued me all the same. I wanted to know how much it would hurt. I wanted to feel that pain.

  My pussy ached with longing for it. I knew I could handle it. I would no matter what. And I’d make him come harder than he’d ever come before.

  I worked his cock in my hand, pumping my fist up and down. He’d stopped sucking my breast, concentrating on how good I was making him feel. I gripped his dick, just below the head and rubbed my finger over it, soft at first, but steadily getting rougher.

  “Oh shit,” he said in my ear. “You’re making me crazy.”

  His hand reached down and found my clit. He wasted no time circling it with his fingers.

  He seemed to be trying to keep pace with me, speeding up as I jerked him harder, and then slowing down as I relaxed on his cock a bit.

  My pussy was already swollen before he even touched it and my clit was tender from my own touch just minutes before, so when he touched me, I felt my legs shake involuntarily.

  It was like I’d touched a light socket with wet hands. My arms and legs jolted once, then twice, then a third t
ime. I wasn’t coming yet, I was just riding the wave of electricity shooting through my body as his fingers rubbed at my sensitive clit.

  I moved my hand under his dick and grabbed his balls. I rolled them around in my hand and let my finger drift to the trail between his asshole and his balls. That fine layer of skin there that most men don’t touch.

  The forbidden zone, too close to their asshole for comfort.

  I tickled that spot with my finger, a trick I’d seen once in a porno, and Mr. Cooper lifted up on the balls of his feet. I was in control and I liked it.

  With the hot water pouring down over my face, I dropped to my knees. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, just barely, but enough for me to see the outline of his cock in front of me. I held it in my hand at the base, gripping it firmly in my fist.

  It was big, almost too wide for my fingers to touch. It wasn’t the width that surprised me. It was long. Really long and I couldn’t help imagining myself being skewered on the end of the thing. That sounded really nice actually. I wanted to be skewered.

  When I took him in my mouth, he gasped.

  “Ahh,” he said. “Yeah.”

  I loved his noises. They were cute and sexy at the same time. So far he hadn’t belted out any cheesy porno lines but had stuck with shooting out short outbursts of pleasure.

  I lowered my lips down over him and took him as far into my mouth as I could. Bad idea. He was too big. I gagged. I had to pull off for a second.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I said.

  I did it again, this time being more careful. I sucked on the head of his dick, letting my teeth gently scrape the base of the mushroom I had my lips suctioned firmly around.

  He liked that. He gasped again.

  So I bit down a little harder.

  He slammed both fists against the shower wall.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “It kind of hurts,” he said. “But damn it feels good. Do it again.”

  So I did. And he smacked the wall again.

  “I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he said.

  “Sounds like a dare.”

  So I did it again, then I went back to my up and down movement, taking him as far into my mouth as my tonsils would allow.

  The next time I gripped his head in my teeth, he cried out.

  “I’m gonna come!”

  I quickly took him in my mouth again and started pumping his cock with my fist. I felt his ass tighten in my hand and then he let loose in my mouth. His come shot into my mouth.

  I let some of it seep out, enough to give us even more lubricant, as I continued to ride his cock with my mouth and my hand. I’d swallowed before, but wasn’t a fan. So I spit everything out into the shower.

  When Mr. Cooper was finished, he pulled me up to him. He buried his face in my neck.

  “You’re unbelievable,” he said.

  I took the bar of soap in my hand, lathered it up, and cupped my hand over his balls again, squeezing the soap into his skin. I took more soap in my hand and fisted him a few more times, making sure he was drained and the soap cleaned every inch of him.

  Once we were clean, I stepped out of the shower first. I felt along the wall for the towel rack and grabbed the nearest towel. I dried myself off quickly, wanting to get out of the bathroom before him and under the blankets. I still didn’t want him seeing me naked.

  I opened the bathroom door and a sliver of light shone in on us.

  “Hey where you going in such a rush?” he asked.

  I turned to see him and the light shone on his awesome body. His cock was shriveling up but still looked long and delicious.

  His body was amazing. His long hair hung down in front of his face. He shook off his head, spraying me with water.

  “Close the door,” he said.

  I wasn’t sure if he meant with me still inside, but I figured he did, so I closed the door. He felt his way over to me and took my towel away.

  There we stood, face to face, in the pitch dark bathroom. He moved closer, pulling me in for a hug, and I could feel his cock against me again.

  I was so horny. I’d done all the pleasing up to this point. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me. And I didn’t have to wait long.

  He gripped my ass in both hands and lifted me up, setting me down on the bathroom counter. I reached out for something to grab and found a sink nozzle and the counter edge.

  I held onto both as Mr. Cooper lifted my legs so that my feet rested on the counter too. My pussy was in prime eating position, open wide and out front.

  Mr. Cooper knew what he was doing.

  I couldn’t see a thing but I could feel everything. He gripped both of my knees in his hands and began kissing my inner thigh. His lips were wet and his kisses were deep. He sucked a little each step of the way like he was trying to plant little hickies for me to remember him by.

  The closer he got to my pussy the more I ached for him. I sucked in my ass, feeling it pucker, the muscles in my groin clenching. I needed him inside of me damn it.

  He moved lower and lower until I could feel his chin touch my shaved pussy. My light stubble providing a little bit of friction. His chin found my clit before his mouth did and the pressure of his face between my thighs felt so good.

  I felt him inhale, smelling me, and even that was incredibly arousing.

  He wanted to soak me up, to remember me, to know every part of me, even my scent.

  I felt his nose on my clit and I wondered if he could feel my juices flowing. Could he smell the wetness pouring out of my pussy?

  Finally, he touched his tongue against my clit.

  His tongue was open wide and he licked me, touching the top of my pussy lips and my clit all at the same time. He licked upwards, fully tasting me, breathing me in.

  I loved this guy. He did everything right.

  Fuck I loved him.

  Whether or not I loved him tomorrow would be a whole different situation, but right then on the bathroom countertop, I fucking loved this guy.

  He slid one of his hands down and took my clit between two of my fingers. He pinched me.

  “Rememeber what you did to me in the shower?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  He pinched me again and it hurt. It was a pleasurable kind of pain though. I wanted him to do it again and again.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned.

  He pinched me again, but this time, as he did, he opened my pussy wide with his other hand and buried his tongue inside of my pussy. He licked upwards, concentrating on the hood of my pussy, just below my clit, hooking his tongue and pulling it out.

  My legs shook.

  My heart sped up and felt like it was beating out of my chest. My throat felt dry. I couldn’t breathe so well. It was almost like too much oxygen, like I was trying to breathe with my head out the car window while going a hundred miles an hour.

  I couldn’t breathe. Then I realized I was holding my breath.

  I’d been waiting to feel a man’s tongue inside of me for so long that I’d gone into sexual shock.

  It was actually happening.

  And I needed to breathe.

  Lightning hit me again as he pinched, hooked, and pulled. How was he even able to do that? His tongue must’ve been so long.

  Holy shit.

  Pinch, hook, pull.

  Pinch, hook, pull.

  I was about to come already. I wanted to.

  My mouth was shut and I grunted, if you can call it that. I moaned internally. It was a silent scream. My mouth opened halfway through it and I screamed out loud.

  “Oh God, yes!” I cried.

  Mr. Cooper got the hint and kept going, quickening his pace, concentrating on the spot that was driving me wild.

  With my feet on the counter, my legs open as wide as they could possibly go, Mr. Cooper tongued my pussy, fucking me with his mouth, digging into me and loving every minute of it.
r />   “I’m gonna come!” I warned him.

  “Do it,” he said. “Come like a real woman. You deserve to come. Fucking come.”

  He slapped my inner thigh, an inch from my pussy, and I liked the pain.

  “Yes, again!”

  He slapped me again.