First Time with the Major

by Mia Ford

  Chapter Eight

  Scarlett

  I feel as if every piece of me is hurting, but I can’t wipe this smile off my face. It’s as if he’s uplifted me into a different zone. One that I didn’t even know existed. Sex with Sam was mechanic, but I thought that it was love. I knew after he dumped me that it couldn’t have been love but the idea of being with someone and having no connection with them. It didn’t make sense to me.

  No conversation or anything and being so blown away by having sex with them is something that I’d never thought was possible until now.

  I curl up in the bed, the one he laid me down in like a delicate flower. I should get up, my stomach’s growling and I just remembered that apart from the text to tell Gretchen that I arrived at the house, she doesn’t know about my whereabouts. Then again as far as she’s concerned I’m at Aunt Betty’s house.

  I sit up and take in my surroundings, which includes my naked body. I’ve kept it hidden under sweats as if it was something to be ashamed about, but he made me feel like a Princess. He delicately touched it and even spanked my ass like a naughty girl.

  I use the pillow to cover my face. As I stand up and move towards the window. I shake my head at the idea of drawing the curtains and discovering that a nosey neighbor could see me in my birthday suit. Then again, what do I care?

  It’s not as if I’m coming back here again.

  I’m sure that once Joshua has finished playing with me then he’ll dismiss me like a piece of trash. I’m pulling back the curtains and not concentrating on the door. Someone’s knocking and by the time the door swings open I do the craziest thing. I use the curtains to cover my body. Just in case it’s not Joshua.

  God! Just say he has a wife or something? What the hell am I going to do?

  “Hello,” a faint voice says as I stand frozen behind the curtains. I don’t even know what side of the house this room is facing, I just know that the woman who’s coming in the room can’t see me completely naked.

  I have no clothes. Damn! I should have run behind the other door. I’m sure that must be the bathroom or something, then again, this room’s as big as Gretchen’s living room.

  “Hello,” I whisper back. “I’m not dressed!”

  She’s by the door, a short Hispanic woman all in white pants and a matching shirt.

  “I’m Asun, Mr. Moore’s housekeeper. He had to go out this morning and he said that I should check in on you.”

  “Oh,” I say, disappointed that he’s not going to stay here the whole weekend and then I shake my head at the idea that I’m thinking about him as more than being someone who loves having sex.

  I couldn’t be any different to any of the other women that he’d played with in his room. I needed to get it out of my head if I thought any differently about what happened between us.

  “Yes, don’t worry he won’t be too long.”

  I nod my head thinking that the idea of being in his house and not being able to see him feels a bit weird, especially because I have no clothes.

  She smiles and I can tell that she’s just as uncomfortable as I am at the moment.

  “I just came to tell you that I’m making lunch.”

  I nod thinking great, I’m hungry but I can’t eat, because I haven’t got any clothes.

  “Okay so there’s towels and a robe in the bathroom,” she points to the right of me.

  “And in the closet, you’ll find all your clothes.”

  “My clothes?”

  “Yes, but how did they get here?”

  She shrugs, “I don’t know but Mr. Moore wanted me to tell you that you have clothes in there.”

  Then there’s a moment of awkward silence as I try and digest it all. He has my clothes in the house, when I told him that I only had that dress. He didn't say anything. Also, the whole thing was nuts, because I jumped in his car thinking that we were going on a date. When he told me that we weren’t I didn’t even think about clothes. There were too many things going on in my mind. Like the fact that he said that we were going to have a fucking weekend.

  “Miss, is there anything else?”

  She’s so small and with her friendly face I can tell that she probably knows everything that goes on in this house, but probably doesn’t tell a soul.

  “No. Oh…”

  She’s turning back to leave the room. I’m too scared to turn to see if the neighbors can see my big ass out of the window.

  “My name’s Scarlett. You don’t need to call me Miss. I’ll be down in about fifteen minutes. I just need to get showered and dressed.”

  “Okay,” she’s still beaming and then turns to leave.

  But then she hesitates and says, “Don’t worry, that window faces the back of the house. So, no one can see you behind there.”

  She read my mind, but she doesn’t wait for me to answer as she shuts the door, I wonder if when she said when lunch was ready. She wasn’t inviting me to lunch. She was just telling me about it. Then it dawns on me.

  Lunch!

  What time is it?

  I race to my purse which I see on a side table and I can’t believe it as I look at my phone. It’s almost two and I’ve been sleeping all this time?

  Well, since I lost my job I still get up at the same time, but at this time. This is when I have my afternoon nap.

  Shoot, I sound as if I’m five years old.

  I walk across the cream bedroom to the closet which is the whole of the wall facing the bed. I can’t believe what I see before my eyes. She’s right about one thing, there’s clothes but none of them are mine. There’s a few dresses, elegant ones like the one that I was wearing when I entered the house, a couple of jeans, shirts and pants too. It’s as if I’m moving in with the selection of clothes.

  Is he sure that I’m only staying here for the weekend?

  There’s underwear and even a few perfumes. They’re a bit strong and I end up coughing as I spray them on myself,. The craziest part, I have a stronger desire to call Gretchen then I do to put clothes on. Especially now I know that I’m facing the back of the house. I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.

  I draw the curtains and true to her word. I see a pool, and some shrubs and a decking area. Considering Joshua lives here alone, this is more of a family home.

  I start to dial Gretchen and I’m shocked when she picks up on the first ring.

  “Aunt Betty driving you crazy yet?”

  I shake my head, “Nope.”

  “So, how you doing?”

  “Okay.”

  “Just okay, because I have a feeling that you called me for something.”

  I smile, but I’m trying so hard to keep it in.

  “Because you hardly call me. Normally it’s a text.”

  “Oh.”

  She can pick up the vibe on the phone and I feel silly for calling her and even worse for trying to keep it a secret. I called her for a reason. A big one and I feel like a little kid as I tell her my dirty secret.

  “I had sex. Not just sex. Mind, blowing hotter than hot sex,” I run to the bed and I kick my legs in the air as I start to tell her about the night. I start from the auction and after every moment all she can say is, “Shut up!”

  “No way! You dirty girl. He didn’t?”

  “Gretchen, I tell you, I’ve never been that into sex.”

  “That’s because you lost your virginity to Sam.”

  I sigh as she mentions his name, not because I miss him. Or even hate the way he treated me, but for the first time since I’ve been dumped I realize that I gave up so much of myself to him. I will never let any man treat me like that ever again.

  “I hope that you enjoyed it?”

  “What do you think?”

  She laughs, “The way that you’re talking right now. It sounds as if you more than enjoyed it. It sounds as if he’s woken my bestie from the dead.”

  “He’s done that in more ways than one. What about you? What are you up to?”

  She chuckles, “Oh
, I feel like getting dressed up going to a bar and having mind-blowing sex with a stranger.”

  “Do it!”

  “He really did a number on you Scarlett. You used to frown at that type of talk. You used to say that there had to be a connection. Even at one point you even told me that there had to be love.”

  I giggle at her quoting me. “I don’t care what I said when I was in love with the fool. All I know is that I’m going to get showered, dressed and wait for Mr. Moore to come back and strap me up again.”

  “Is that his name?”

  I laugh at the idea of it. “Ironic right? That his name is more. Mr. Moore can give it all to me all weekend long. I just need to get my pussy in the bath so that it can sooth a bit. I’m hurting a bit.”

  “Holy crap Scarlett, you’re talking dirty too. Right, that’s it. Fuck this case. Not only are you going to get some. But, I’m going to do it too.”

  “Yes, but I’m getting so much more…”

  “That’s a bad joke. Not really, it’s my reality and instead of spending all my time talking about it. I’m going to get ready just to get it.”

  “You do that. I can’t believe that you’re having sex with a stranger. I was worried about your aunt driving you crazy and you eating two tubs of Ben & Jerry’s instead of just one.”

  I sit up and say, “You don’t have to worry about that. Ben & Jerry and I are officially separated this weekend. Unless he wants to lick it from inside of me.”

  “Damn girl! You’re so nasty!”

  “Catch you later. Bye.”

  I wave as I think about getting ready for when he does come back. I meant every word of it. I intend to enjoy this weekend, there’s only one and a half days left and I want my aunt to get her money back. While I enjoy it on my back and every single position that Mr. Moore wants me in his playroom.

  Chapter Nine

  Scarlett

  After Asun left the room and I soaked in the bath for a while. I could have slept again in there, if I wasn’t so hungry. That was my only driving force for getting out of the tub. I was walking down part of the hallway and I noticed that there were no photos. But, I shrugged thinking that maybe they would be in the living room.

  As soon as I got down the stairs, I noticed the same thing. I suppose not everyone’s as crazy about pictures as Gretchen and Aunt Betty, but even my parents have the odd photos hanging up.

  It just gives a house that personal touch, but then again, apart from Sam, I haven’t really been around guys houses and even then, he had pictures of his folks and the odd one of us in his living room. I wanted to find out if there were pictures in there, but then I figured that this is not my house. I shouldn't really be snooping around.

  Besides, there was only Asun and I wouldn’t want to put her in a compromising position if her boss liked his privacy and I managed to convince her to show me around. There was only one thing that I really wanted to see and that was Joshua.

  Asun never ate lunch with me, she left the food on the table and told me to enjoy it. She can cook, I had to do everything to stop myself from eating a couple of plates of the chicken curry with potatoes and rice that she dished up for me. I can’t remember the last time that I’d had a home cooked meal. Gretchen’s even less of a cook than I am.

  Gretchen feasts on salads like there’s no tomorrow. But Friday night is her night to veg out and eat whatever she feels like. We usually have take out or if I decide to let my hair down and not worry about money we go out to eat. I hate eating alone. Well, not strictly true. I don’t mind eating alone if the TV’s on or if there’s something to distract me from the fact that I’m alone.

  But sitting in an empty white kitchen with its immaculately clean workspace and white tiles, I wondered if Joshua ate that much in there or if at all. Asun said that it had been a while since she had cooked in there and she talked openly about herself, but hardly anything about Joshua.

  She must be close to him otherwise he wouldn’t have left instructions for me with her. I pondered for a little as I tried to figure out how to work the dishwasher after I finished and I knew that if I spent any longer in the kitchen I’ll be asking her for another plate. She caught me and told me to relax. She directed me to the living room and said that there was a library, but it was also Joshua’s study.

  “Go ahead, I’m sure he won’t mind. After all you’re waiting for him to come back.”

  I shrugged, thinking that I couldn’t tell her the truth. That I’d won him in an auction and even though I was naked in the room. He’s seen my whole body. He even knows what I taste like down there, but I know nothing about him.

  “I’m still a little tired from late night,” I stretched out and faked a yawn.

  “Oh, go and lie down. Sorry, there I was talking and talking. I’m sure he’ll be home soon and then you can catch up.”

  That’s the main reason why I need to lie down. If he has as much energy as he did last night, then I need to sleep for a while.

  “Sure,” then I walk up to her. I’m not sure why but I kiss her on both cheeks and say, “Lunch was great, it really filled me up.”

  “I’m glad you liked it. If you want any more then all you have to do is shout or you can just help yourself if I’m not around.”

  “Oh, you don’t live here?”

  She shakes her head, and I’m so relieved because when I saw her I did worry that when I was screaming through the night she must have heard me.

  “No, I just come for a few hours every day.”

  “Every day?”

  He lives alone, what’s to clean every day? I realized that as much as I said that I didn’t want to pry, I was doing it because I had no one else to talk to and I was curious like crazy about Joshua.

  “Yes, Mr. Moore loves his house to be clean. Anyway, I need to get with it, so that I can get home early today.”

  I smile and wave at her, she does the same to me. I ponder for a minute about the playroom. I wonder if she cleans in there?

  Some things are best not thought about. I start to climb the stairs and as soon as I get to the top, I start to feel sleepy. I knew that I’d eaten too much even it wasn’t on purpose. Or maybe it was because I hadn’t slept for a while, but I was so sleepy once I hit the sack. And within a few seconds I’m fast asleep.

  Something wakes me up which feels like forever, or maybe it was a few minutes later. I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m wearing a cream flowery summer dress. I couldn’t be bothered to take it off when I came to lie down. That’s when I feel his hands on my feet. It feels ticklish, and then it surpasses as his hands start to stroke my leg. I should face him. Even have a conversation with him, but I know that he’s here to play with me.

  Tease me.

  And then at the end of it, please me.

  I let him take control as he plays with my leg, wondering if he’s going to take my dress off. It’s as if the element of surprise is missing and I look up to see if I can read him. I’ve just met him, but I have a feeling that he’s keeping me at arm’s length. Not just because my aunt bid for him at the auction but for another reason.

  I shut and open my eyes as I think that my mind is playing tricks with me again. A man has taken me to a new level sexually and again I’m confused about what it all means.

  He looks different today, not only because he’s wearing a black polo shirt and matching pants, but he seems relaxed but then he’s still tense at the same time. He hasn't even said hello yet, but then again, neither have I.

  “Close your eyes.”

  I’m about to say something, but then I change my mind as I remember the rules. His house. His rules and his games.

  I feel something soft and moist tracing lines up and down the inside of my thighs. It’s definitely not his fingers, it feels too smooth for that, and then I smile imagining it to be his cock. As it becomes moister, I realize that it’s his tongue. It sends tingle sensations up and down my body knowing that he can’t stop tasting me. Earlier I used
the strawberry bath salts that were in the bathroom, after he made a point of saying that I tasted like honey. I couldn’t think why, but I thought today I’ll try and taste of something else. It seems to be working because he’s lacing my body with his tongue. Not leaving one part untouched, but then he stops for a minute as he gets to my navel area.

  I start to arch my back slightly, as I feel him peel away my dress above my head. I still keep my eyes close. No longer tempted to look at Joshua knowing that it’s his tongue that he’s using all over my body.

  Even when he puts his hands at my back and unclasps my bra leaving me exposed once again, I can feel his tongue circling my nipples.

  He breaks away for a second, “I could lick you all day.”

  I smile, “Please do.”

  “Did you miss me?”

  I don’t hesitate in whispering, “Yes,” as he starts to suck on them like he’s sucking a drink through a straw. He’s sucking on them so hard and making primal noises.

  “Arrh!”

  And then his sucking turns to a bite, not an aggressive bite, but more of a tease and then he starts to moan and so do I as his movements are so gentle and slow.

  Nothing like yesterday, it’s as if he’s a different person, he’s not touching my body with his fingers. It’s as if he just wants to taste every part of me.

  I wonder if its been on his mind all day?

  It that was the case then why did he leave me?

  Why did he have me eating alone?

  I hate the way that he’s making me feel. I crave his touch, body and most of all his lips. I want him to kiss me. That’s the only thing that he hasn’t tasted since he’s been exploring me. Why won’t he kiss my lips?

  As he moves above me. I can feel him breathing over my face. In my darkness, I cup his face and then he moves away from me.

  “This time I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Like…”

  But he has his finger on my lips. I open my mouth and suck it. Seeing as he doesn’t want his lips near mine.