by Jessie Cooke
“Yes.”
“No doubts or regrets?”
“No, none.” She had her hands against my chest and she was looking up at my face.
“You’re so beautiful, Rose.”
“So are you,” she said. That was good to hear…I was worried about her eyesight. I reached down and took hold of her shirt and pulled it up as I kissed her again. When I got it up underneath her arms, she raised them and I pulled it off over her head. Reaching around behind her, I unclasped her bra and then I leaned down and kissed her again, trapping it between us. I felt her hands go to my waistband and I shivered again as she unbuttoned and unzipped them while we kissed. She slid her hands in on either side and pushed them down as far as she could reach. I wiggled my legs to get them down to my ankles and she helped me get them the rest of the way off with her foot. I smiled against her mouth. She’s so sexy. All I had left on was my boxers. I pulled on the strap of her bra and took the still dangling accessory off. I had to suck in another breath when I looked at her gorgeous breasts. My palms were itching to touch them.
I pulled her against me so I could feel her, chest to chest and I unbuttoned the cute little cutoff jeans she was wearing. Once they were unzipped, they fell to the floor around her ankles. I pulled back again so that I could look at her standing there in nothing but a tiny little pair of satin panties and I wasn’t lying when I said again, “So beautiful.”
I kissed her on the mouth again while I put my fingers underneath the waistband of those panties and pushed them down, squatting down to take them off her, letting my tongue slide all the way down her body as I did. She was breathing quickly and her legs were shaking just a little bit.
Once I had her out of the panties I stood up and gently nudged her down onto the bed. I just stood there for several seconds looking at her. There was nothing imperfect about her. I leaned down slightly and put my hands on her thighs and slid them up towards her center as she writhed on the bed. I let my fingers brush against her softly and I felt how wet she was…another aphrodisiac.
She found my eyes with her pretty blue ones and smiled. I smiled back, letting my hands run back up from her waist to where her breasts swelled. I cupped them and used my thumbs to caress her hard nipples. She closed her eyes and moaned. I leaned down and let my tongue and lips take the place of my hands and fingers and I kissed and licked all over her chest, avoiding her nipples until I saw her squirming desperately, trying to get me to capture one in my mouth. I finally sucked on in and she arched her back and came up off the bed as I did. Her hands went back to my hair and her fingers wrapped up in it tightly. She pulled me into her tightly and when she was ready for me to lick and suck on the other one, she used her grip on my hair to move my face over. She was rhythmically arching and moaning now and as I kissed, licked, sucked and nibbled on her breasts and nipples, I let one hand come to rest just between her lips, hovering, teasing, and caressing her inner thighs.
I let her breast go and kissed down her abdomen until I reached the top of her mound. I kissed and licked across it and then let my tongue slide up and down her slit. She was so sweet and she arched her back up to meet my mouth. I let my tongue dart out and flick over her clit and then I moved my hand back up and let my middle finger slide up into her. She was gasping and whimpering as I moved my finger in and out of her, now letting my palm rest firmly against her clit and moving it in gentle circles. Her little noises were driving me on. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to make her cum. I knew already that I was going to want to do this again…I wanted it to be so good for her that she wouldn’t want to say no. I had two fingers in her now and I could feel her getting close. Her tight muscles were clamping down on my fingers and her breaths were ragged and uneven.
“Stop!”
“What?” Fuck…No…Please…
Her face was red and she was panting hard. “Stop, please,” she breathed out. I pulled my fingers out of her. I hadn’t wanted to cry so badly since I was four. “Lay down by me.” That was at least a little more encouraging. She scooted herself over and I lay down next to her. She sat up and straddled my legs. She put her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. If she had any doubt about how badly I wanted her…the evidence was there now, in her face.
She threw them off the bed and then let her soft little hands grip and slide up my thighs. When she reached my groin she wrapped her tiny hand around my cock. She moved it up and down slightly while she stroked and fondled my balls with the other one. After several seconds, she put the other hand on the other side of my cock and used both hands to stroke up and down.
“Oh fuck, Rose…oh my God!”
She squeezed it slightly with both hands and then still straddling my legs she leaned in and kissed the head of my erection and then kissed down the shaft in tiny, sexy little pecks. I was grunting and growling and writhing across the top of the bed. I felt her tongue come out then and flick around the swollen head of my cock. I hissed…I wasn’t going to last much longer like this. I felt her graze the shaft lightly with her teeth and just about the time I thought I was going to have to pull her off me or I would die, she took me into her mouth. One of her hands encircled the base and her tongue and lips sent me into another dimension. I was trying to match her movements with my hips but I was too excited. This was too fucking good…
“Rose, baby…” My voice was hoarse. I put my hands on her head and pulled her up. She looked at me and grinned.
“Yes?”
I laughed as much as I could with my shortened breaths. “You have to stop that…I need to be inside of you…”
She grinned again and slid forward, not letting my cock enter her, but sliding up and down on it with her wet slit. I reached up and caressed her breasts and let my hands slide across the smooth skin of her shoulders and sides. She was still sliding on me and I already felt the flood coming. “Condom…” I croaked out. She stopped and looked at me with a panicked expression. “In my wallet.” She leaned over, deftly stretching her body like a gymnast until she reached one leg of my jeans with her hand. She pulled it towards her and then she slipped my wallet out and handed it to me. While I fished out the condom, she wiggled around on me, painting my lower abdomen with her moisture. So—Fucking—Sexy!
I found the condom and opened it. “May I?” she said.
I handed it to her and said, “Yes, please.”
I watched as she scooted back, took the condom in her thumb and forefinger on both sides and slid it over the head and rolled it down. I was moaning and grunting just from that light touch. Once she had my raincoat on, she climbed back up on me and reached down with one hand and pressed my cock up into her. She slid down on me and wiggled me into her. My light moan turned into a deep growl that even to my own ears sounded like a wild animal.
“Oh baby, oh fuck, oh my God! You’re so hot, so wet, so tight…oh fuck!” I put my hands on her hips and helped her ease all the way down on me. I wanted to be all the way inside of her. I wanted to hit bottom. When I did, my breath hitched and I felt her lift herself on her knees to adjust to my size and length. I was trying to hold still until she was comfortable. I didn’t want to hurt her. I felt her settle her sweet butt down against me and wiggle again.
“You doing okay?”
She nodded. “More than okay…” she breathed out in her sexy, breathless voice.
She put her hands against my chest them and started lifting up until I almost fell out of her and then letting herself take me all the way back in. I moaned and started using my hands to move her up and down as I moved my own hips now, thrusting slowly still, gradually creating a momentum. She moved too, falling into a rhythm with me until we were thrusting and plunging and every time I hit bottom she’d give her hips a sexy little grind…I was in heaven. This was the definition of ecstasy.
As we slowly sped up our movements, I could feel a fire beginning to burn in the pit of my belly as her moans got louder and her movements faster and more urgent. I was grunting
and growing with each thrust…I was loud, glad she lived in a house, not an apartment. I felt my orgasm building already. I didn’t want to come already but at this point, the only way to prevent it would be to pull out and there was no fucking way I was doing that.
Rose started grunting louder too and I felt her smooth walls tighten more around me with each thrust. We moved frantically for the last few seconds before she finally exploded. She cried out, not a scream…but close and that was what finally pushed me over the edge. I grit my teeth to keep from yelling out as I exploded too. Fucking amazing! Rose folded her body into me and lay against my chest. Her body felt so amazing against me. I loved the way her silky hair felt against my skin too. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest and my own pounding inside of me as if it were trying to get out.
When her breathing calmed down I used my hands to lift her face. She was smiling.
“You are incredible…that was amazing…I’ve been with…I mean I’ve been…fuck…I’ve never felt that good.” Nobody ever tongue tied me before either.
“I agree…on every point…only you’re the incredible amazing one in my head.”
“Finally!” She laughed. When she stopped laughing I brushed her hair back off her face with the back of my hand and looked at her. “You are seriously so beautiful that I could just look at you forever.”
She blushed. She started to say something when all of a sudden we both at the same time heard the sound of the front door and then a man’s voice,
“Hey Rosie!”
“Fuck!” she whispered before putting a finger to her lips. Her eyes were wide…she looked scared to death. What the fuck? Does she have a boyfriend she forgot to tell me about? Was I about to get my pretty ass shot?
“Rosie!”
She took a deep breath and said, “I’m in here Tommy! I just got out of the shower though, give me a second!” She looked back at me as she gently slipped off me and she mouthed, “My brother.”
“Whew,” I said with a grin. She stood up next to the bed and leaned forward and grabbed it to steady herself. Now that I knew this wasn’t some maniacal boyfriend with brass knuckles and nunchuks, I enjoyed lying in her bed, watching her get dressed. I rolled off the condom and she pointed to the left side of the bed. I tied and tossed it and just as I was coming back up on my back there was a knock on the door. Rose looked like a blood vessel was about to bust in her head. As the knob turned and the door started to push open she reached over and grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over my head. That was only seconds before I heard a tiny little voice say,
“Hi Mommy, Uncle Tommy brought me home because I missed you.”
6
Rose
“You had sex with Kyle Case?”
“Shut up! Someone is going to hear you?”
“Someone is going to hear what?” Tommy walked into the kitchen at that precise moment, of course.
“Nothing, girl talk,” my dear, big-mouthed sister Lynn said.
“I don’t want to hear it then,” he said. Tommy grew up with two sisters. He knew when to quit. I shudder every time I think about how close Kyle and I came that day to getting caught though…by my son. Kyle was smart enough to stay covered up until I ushered Carlo out of the room. He got dressed and once I got Tommy out of the house and Carlo into the kitchen for a snack I went back and found him looking a little nauseated and perched on the edge of my bed.
“I’m sorry, but can you leave now while my son is in the kitchen?” I asked him. I’m sure that is just what every guy wants to hear after sex.
“Um…yeah, okay.”
I went first, leading him quietly towards the front door. It was awkward when we got there. We both went back and forth and then finally ended it with him kissing me on the cheek. I closed the door, leaned up against it and breathed a sigh of relief. I’m pretty sure I’ll never hear from him again…but who am I kidding? I wasn’t going to hear from him again either way.
“I’m starving,” Tommy said, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“It’s almost ready. Will you call the kids in to wash up?”
“Sure.” He stepped out through the back door and as soon as he was gone Lynn said,
“Details, quick! Is he as hot in bed as he is everywhere else?”
“Shh! And…Oh-God-Yes!” We were giggling when Tommy came back inside with four ragged looking kids. I herded them out onto the service porch to wash them up while Lynn and Tommy set the table. It’s Mom’s birthday and we were giving her the night off. It was hard to get her to sit still and do nothing. We practically had to post an armed guard at the door to keep her out. I was happy for the distraction. I hadn’t gotten any work done all week because I couldn’t think of anything other than Kyle. I would find myself in the middle of writing an article, suddenly flipping over to the entertainment pages, and reading more about him. He’s been linked with more than one beautiful celebrity over the years…more like twenty of them. I’m sure that’s not counting the groupies that he’s had casual sex with. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I’m twenty-seven years old and I do very little other than take care of my child and work. I’m not glamorous by any standards. I would never fit into Kyle’s world and I needed to find a way to convince myself of that and get him out of my head.
“Okay ragamuffins, go sit down for dinner. And be nice to Nona! It’s her birthday.”
The four of them ran into the dining room and I took a minute to shake off the thoughts of Kyle that Lynn had put there. I followed the kids out as they scrambled loudly into their places. I love my chaotic, crazy Italian family…most of the time. I took my seat and as we ate my father said,
“So, Rosie, what are you working on these days?”
“I’m writing a piece for magazine about a fighter who passed away. It’s a tribute to his life…kind of like a grand obituary.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’s much better than that. You never give yourself the credit you deserve.”
“Thank you, Pop. I think you and Ma gave Tommy too much confidence. Lynn and I were cheated out of our fair share.”
“Lynn cheated out of confidence, are you kidding?” Tommy said with a laugh. “Just two weeks ago she was telling me how Kyle Case made eye contact with her while he was on stage and the two of you were sitting in the nose bleed section.”
“Hush, Tommy!” Lynn was looking at me wide-eyed. I just wanted them both to stop.
Tommy laughed. “She said that he looked out into the audience and out of eighteen thousand people, his eyes landed on hers and locked there….”
“Shut up Tommy!”
“Lynn!” Ma said, “The kids.”
Tommy was still laughing and now Pop was too. “I don’t know who this Kyle Case is, but he’d be stupid not to notice my beautiful girl,” he said. Lynn was still staring at me. I was trying to ignore her but I could see her looking at me out of the corner of my eye. She looked like she was going to cry. Shit!
“Carlo, did you tell Nona and Papa about your surprise?” I said, desperately trying to change the subject. There was nothing that my parents would rather do than talk to or about the grandkids, so it worked. While they were talking to Carlo about his surprise, which was a song he learned to play on the piano for them this week, I gave my sister a warning “drop-it” look. She looked away, finally and dinner went on with no further discussion of Kyle.
After dinner, we had cake and the kids went back out to play. Pop and Tommy went to sit on the porch and watch them and once they were all out of the house Ma looked at Lynn and I and said, “So what was that about?”
Lynn and I looked at each other and seeing the distress on her face I said, “What was what about, Ma?”
“Those looks at the table when your brother was spouting off at the mouth. The men may have missed it, but I didn’t. We don’t have a repeat of Bobby, do we?” Mom was glaring at Lynn.
“No Ma! Why would you even think such a thing?” she looked like she was going to c
ry. My head began to hurt.
“I’m not an idiot girls. I know something is going on. If you’ll just tell me what it is, I won’t draw my own conclusions.”
“It’s nothing, Ma, really.” I tried. My sister could never be a spy or a terrorist, or even a P.O.W. She can’t keep a secret to save her life. They wouldn’t even have to whip out the water board to convince her to talk.
“I didn’t do anything this time, Ma…honestly. I wouldn’t do that to Rosie again after she forgave me last time.”
“Lynn, hush!”
“No Lynn, tell me what’s going on.” My mother is the best mother in the world…except for that one little issue where she thinks she has a right to know all our business no matter how old we get.
“Kyle Case likes Rosie. I like his band mate Guy. I told Tommy all that stuff before I knew Rosie liked him. I didn’t sleep with him, I promise.” She spat that all out in one mouthful. I wanted to kill her, and even more so when she turned to me and said, “I didn’t sleep with him, Rosie. I wouldn’t do that to you again.”
Ma was standing there with her arms crossed and her brow furrowed. “Who is Kyle Case?” she asked.
“He’s a really famous singer, Ma. He’s the lead singer in a band called Stone Mother,” Lynn told her.
“Stone Mother?” The lines between Ma’s brow became deeper. My head began to throb. “Is that a drug like ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?’”
“Oh Jesus! No Ma. It’s a big rock near Pyramid Lake in Nevada that looks like a woman. There’s an old Paiute legend about it. That’s what they named the band because Kyle is Paiute. And, I don’t care if you sleep with him Lynn. He’s not mine to care about.”
“I didn’t sleep with him.”
“Good to know,” Ma said, “Since I don’t see a ring on your finger. You see what your sister has had to go through.”