by Xyla Turner
Lisa laughed as she got up to get a wet nap to clean both her and him. Rich continued to lay there, utterly exhausted. Lisa discreetly went into the kitchen, secretly congratulating herself on a job well done. Her stomach was signaling to her that it was hungry, so she scrambled some eggs, put bacon in the oven and bread in the toaster. As she stirred the eggs, she felt arms come around her stomach. His smell invaded her nostrils, causing her to lean back into his warm and naked body.
“Why’d you leave?” he breathed into her neck, before kissing that spot which sent her crazy.
“I didn’t want you to die, before breakfast at least,” Lisa snickered.
He squeezed her mid-section tighter and smiled in her neck. “Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I wouldn’t mind going out like that.” He kissed under her ear. “Your mouth on me, kissing me, sucking on me. Shit, what a way to go.”
Lisa laughed. “You’re ridiculous!”
“I’m serious.”
“How do scrambled eggs, bacon and toast sound?”
“Not as delicious as you right now.”
“We’ll have time for that later after you eat.”
“Can I eat you first?”
“No, I should be later, as a breakfast dessert.”
He slid his hands up to grab her breasts, “Now that I can do.”
“Ridiculous.”
Rich held on to her while she finished scrambling the eggs.
“Can you grab two plates?” she asked him.
“Anything for you.” He let go and she felt cold without him surrounding her.
Lisa pulled the bacon from the oven, put the eggs and toast on a large plate and put them in the middle of the kitchen table. Rich laid the two smaller plates on the table with forks and butter knives for them. Lisa grabbed the jam and butter from the refrigerator and they sat down at the table.
“Thanks for cooking breakfast, but next time, I will cook.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “State Senator Wells knows how to cook?”
“That’s sass, right? You just cannot help busting my balls, huh?” He smiled.
“It’s natural, I’ll work on it.” She held up her hand with her index and middle finger crossed over each other.
“I won’t hold my breath,” he said before he popped a piece of bacon in his mouth.
Lisa ate some a forkful of eggs, then sighed.
“What was that sigh about? It seemed loaded.”
“Nothing much, just trying to figure out how we got here.”
“You ran from the ball, I followed you and pounded on your door until you opened.”
Lisa balled up a napkin and threw it at him. “You know what I mean.”
Rich popped the last bite of eggs in his mouth and looked at her intently. “I don’t care how we got here, as long we are committed to staying.”
She looked up at him and noticed that his playfulness was gone and he was serious. Feeling a little nervous, she stood up and collected their plates to put in the sink. But Rich said, “Stop.”
He stood up and came behind her, but only moved her hair to one side. “Why do you do that?”
“What?”
“Run, like that.”
“I was not running, Rich.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Because I’m not sure what to do when you get all serious and intense like this.” Lisa turned and put the plates on the counter.
“Darling, you don’t have to do anything. Just be in the moment.”
“Even if it makes me uncomfortable?”
“Why would it do that?”
“Because I’m not used to this. I’m full of snappy and witty remarks. I challenge, I’m sarcastic, not sentimental or romantically intense. Passionate about my kids and things I love, but in a different way.”
“So, I make you uncomfortable?”
“No, Rich. It’s just that I’m not used to this.”
“Okay, I get that. So, by means of breaking you in, I’ll tell you ahead of time what I’m going to do, all right?”
“Uh, I’m not sure if that will help.”
“Watch, it will,” Rich assured.
He put both of his hands on the counter and blocked her in. “I’m going to take that little tank top off and suck on each of your taut nipples until they ache.”
Lisa put her hands on his chest to move him, “Rich.”
“Lisa,” he replied.
“That won’t help.”
“Why not?”
“Because it just gets me hot and bothered.”
“Good because, next I’m going to drop to my knees and make sure you are wet and slippery.”
Lisa involuntarily arched her back and leaned over the counter further. “That’s my girl, she likes it when I talk dirty to her.” He took off her tank top and her titties bounced from the elastic suddenly letting them free.
Rich took one of them and squeezed the nipple slightly until Lisa moaned. Then he bent down and took it in his mouth. Lisa held onto the counter while he assaulted her sensitive nipples. It felt so good, and he was making her so wet. He switched to the other nipple and she could not help but grab his head and hold him to her. He liked that because he growled and lifted her up on the counter, so her titties were eye-level to him. She opened her legs, so he could fit between them and he started his assault again. Lisa could not take it anymore. She breathed, “Rich.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Lisa held on, as he descended on her bed with her tucked tightly under him. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?” Rich asked.
Lisa wrapped both her arms around his neck and murmured in his mouth, “As long as I’ve waited for you.”
“I didn’t know if you were coming back or not. My only hope was that you kept writing your articles. That was my only connection.”
“I’m here now,” Lisa whispered in his ear, before nipping it.
“Yes and I’m not letting you go,” Rich said and he slid down Lisa’s body and pulled off her pajama bottoms and red thong.
Rich wasted no time with foreplay and latched on to Lisa’s bundle of nerves. She gasped as he sucked and bit her clit intermittently, lapping up her juices. She moaned and squirmed under the clitoral pressure. He looked up and said, “Eyes on me.”
Lisa opened her eyes and looked at Rich sucking on her clit. She could feel her orgasm building with extreme intensity. She leaned forward, grabbed his head and started to gyrate all over his face, increasing the pressure. Rich moaned in her soaked pussy, causing the vibration to increase, which prompted her to grind on him harder. As the climax started to grow, Lisa’s moans grew louder and eventually turned into a scream as she erupted on Rich’s face. He licked every drop, then uttered, “I think you woke the neighbors.”
Lisa laughed and fell back on the bed, the orgasm completely exhausted her. “That felt so good, I don’t even care.”
Rich grabbed his wallet from his pants, slipped on the condom and rose over her naked body. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes, I’ve been ready.”
“Open wide for me.”
She did and then he pushed her thighs back, so they were on her chest. “I want full access to that sweet pussy.”
“Yes.”
Rich looked down at her and said, “God, you are so beautiful.”
Then he plunged into her wet channel to the hilt and Lisa gasped. “You are so tight, darling. Just for me, right baby?”
“Yes, Rich.”
Rich started to stroke in, putting all of his weight on his arms. He stroked in and out, caressing her walls with his long, thick cock. Every thrust was to the hilt and Lisa felt like she was in heaven. Rich started to speed up faster until they were both out of breath. Yet, Lisa did not want him to stop. She moaned, “Yes, Rich. Take it. Yes.”
Rich was panting, “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
“Y
es, Rich. It’s yours,” she exhaled.
That did it!
Rich started to pound harder, only the sounds of their bodies smacking together could be heard. Lisa was out of breath and Rich was about to cum. He leaned up, and said, “Cum baby, cum all over my cock.”
He pulled out and slapped Lisa’s glistening pussy and plunged back in while playing with her clit. Two more strokes and she clamped down on Rich’s cock and dug her nails into his arms as she had a mind-blowing orgasm. Rich was right behind. He pumped into her twice, pushed all the way to the hilt and stayed while he released his seed in the condom surrounding his cock.
Rich looked into Lisa’s eyes and said, “Do you know what you do to me?”
Lisa sighed breathlessly, “Probably the same thing you do to me.”
Chapter 10: The Outside
RICH:
Rich wanted to take Lisa out on a date. They were official now, so he wanted them to go public too. For their first outing, he did not wish to go to a fancy ball or business event, but a nice dinner with just the two of them would suffice. Lisa was finally his woman and he wanted her, of all people, to know it was real. He was working on a plan for her father because he knew that would be no easy feat. Rich was not sure about her brother or her friends, but he would figure out where his stood soon enough. After his life-altering epiphany a few years ago, his friends started to make moves to exit from his life. On one level that hurt him because he grew up with these guys and up until that point, they had the same shared experiences. However, there was no way he could be exposed to this other world and act like it did not exist. His father had already unofficially cut him off and he was glad his mother was not alive to see what had become of their relationship. Although he thought his father had turned into this man after her death, he now knew this was no excuse for physical and emotional abuse. He was also glad that he would not have to expose Lisa to the likes of him.
The two of them had spent the entire day in bed. Rich told her she had to make up for three years. She thought that was funny and said he could not last until dinner. Rich loved a challenge, so he made his own wager, which was if he won she would pay for dinner, but if she won, he would pay. Either way, they were going to dinner. Rich had won because he was in great shape and Lisa was out by 3 PM. He gave her orgasm after orgasm. At one point, she was climbing up the headboard to get away from him. When she woke up around 5 PM, he carried her to the shower, where they played some more. Afterward, they stopped by his place so he could get some clothes.
They arrived at the restaurant, which was one of his favorites in South Philly, called Kalons on 7th Street. Lisa was holding on to his arm tight as they walked in like she was nervous. She had also been fidgeting in the car, not focusing on the conversation and seemed unsettled. He was not sure what was wrong, but he did not want to ruin the mood, so he figured since she was an outspoken woman, if there were a problem, she would say something.
Big mistake.
After they had been seated, the waitress took their drink orders and Lisa kept looking around.
“Are you looking for someone?” Rich asked.
“Oh, no,” she smiled, “just checking out my surroundings.”
“Ah, I see. Are you one of those people that need to sit facing the door, see all the exit signs and keep your hand on your Glock that’s hidden in your thigh at all times, John Gotti?”
“Ha ha, hilarious, but I don’t keep my Glock in my thigh. Thank you,” she answered sarcastically.
Rich thought the funny thing about that statement was that he wondered where she kept it because he would not be surprised if she did have one. He started to remember the encounter they had in the parking lot when she told him if he’d touch her, she didn’t want to put his head through a window. Even then, he thought she was sexy when her ‘sole mission’ was to ruin his career.
Rich shook his head and said, “I don’t even want to know.”
She smiled, which was a first since they arrived.
“So, tell me about Maryland?” he tried to lighten the mood.
She told him about her program and how she loved it. The experiences she had on campus, in her classes and even at a keg party she went to one time. She had to mace a guy because he was drunk and squeezed her ass.
That’s my girl, taking no fucking prisoners, he thought to himself.
She proudly explained how the NSPPF group she implemented on campus was still going strong. It was evident that she really missed some of the people. She said, even their country accents. Rich thought that was funny.
“No boyfriends that I should know about?” he chided.
“I went on a few dates, but no, there are no boyfriends.” She smiled at him, “What about you? How did you go from being a public defender to publicly defending the youth, to No Fear to State Senator?” Rich could tell she was proud of him. The look on her face said it all and he always wanted to give her that look. Had hoped for it, even fought for it.
“Um, well that’s a long story.” He started, but the waitress came and took their orders.
“Continue,” she said after she left.
He told her about the injury, which led to Tilda, and all of the catalytic events that happened up until she came over that day. She put her head down, in what seemed like guilt or shame. Rich reached over the table, picked up her chin with his crooked index finger and said, “Darling, head up.”
Lisa picked her head up and looked into his eyes. Rich hoped that he was conveying that he forgave her for leaving. On some level, he knew that he was not fully ready for her at that time, so it was probably good that she did because he would have pursued her relentlessly and possibly lost her for good.
She sighed and her shoulders relaxed. Therefore, he let go and continued to tell her about the data that he found involving the cases he had shown her that day. Rich told her it took him a month to realize that she had gone, but since she kept writing her column, somehow he knew she was coming back. He laughed when he said he felt like Mel Gibson in Signs, trying to read the paper for signs and decipher the code, just in case she was sending him a hidden message. Even though it sounded crazy, it kept him sane and on some level connected to her. He did not go into the whole thing with his father and friends but said that because he started to publicly pursue inactive or closed cases, he ruffled some feathers and lost some friends. What he did not expect was that he gained some other friends in the process. That led him to start No Fear, which took off almost immediately after he left the DA’s office. They collaborated with him, then the Police Department, once they realized he was not out to demonize them, but give kids a fair shake and getting them the necessary resources. He told her how he made Tilda his Vice-President because she was very instrumental in the project growing the way it did.
Lisa’s face was bright and she was showing all of her teeth. He’d rarely, if ever, seen that expression on her face when talking to him. God, he wanted it to stay like that. She looked content and in awe. Rich kept telling her about the various transitions and the places Tilda would take him. He even told her about the guy who tried to cut him and how Tilda basically punked the guy. Lisa was laughing so hard, tears were coming down her face. Now, he thought it was funny, but when it was happening, he knew the woman was crazy. He finished by telling her of his father’s original plan, which included him being a State Senator because his father was a State Representative. His life had been constructed with this plan, including the wife, Grace, the schooling and even the job. He confirmed that she was right in her assessment of being a public defender. She asked why he decided to pursue the Senate chair if he had changed. Rich told her it was because of her that he decided to continue it with a different angle.
Lisa gasped at that. “I was not even here?”
“No, but I always got the distinct feeling that you didn’t like me, not only because you thought I was a racist that didn’t care. But you didn’t like me more because I was in a position of power and chose to do nothin
g when I had that privilege.”
“Hmm,” she pondered.
“Am I right?”
“Yeah, you not liking people because of your ignorance was one thing. However, actively being a part of a problem that impacted and idly ‘doing your job to get to the next level’ made me madder.” She looked at him. “I felt it would have been worse to have someone else who just wanted to be in a position of power than make any significant changes with that authority.”
“Yeah, somewhere along the lines I got that from you. Then I really thought about how much change I was able to make at the DA’s level and even with No Fear, so I started to imagine how I could impact change from a higher level. Then I decided to run and I gained more ally’s than I lost because it was a landslide victory.”
“Wow, Rich. That’s an incredible story. You should write a book. More people should hear things like that.” She smiled.
“I never thought of that, but I’d consider writing one if you wrote it with me.”
“What! No Rich! That is your story to tell.”
“Naw, darling, that’s our story. You are completely intertwined in almost every fiber of what has taken place.”
Lisa shook her head.
“No, Rich. This is all you.”
Rich looked at her for a moment, then said, “You know my mother was a teacher. I don’t know much about her, but I do know that she was an educator and a damned good one. She would have liked you. She’s no longer here, passed away from cancer shortly when I was you, but I get the feeling she would have really liked you.”
Lisa was not sure what to say to that but decided to share as well.
“I’m sorry to hear that. My mom passed away when I was young too. It was an aneurysm, but from what I hear, the woman was a crusader for justice. She would have liked this Rich,” She pointed to him. “Yeah, this one, I think she would have liked a lot.”
The waitress returned with their food while Lisa excused herself to the restroom. As soon as she left, Grace and her mother walked in the door. Her mother spotted him and headed straight for his table with Grace in tow.