A few minutes later my phone buzzes.
Autumn: You’re sweet. And you just made my day. :-)
Me: Looking forward 2 seeing u again I’ll ttyl ;-)
***
At eight o’clock, I walk into Dale’s and see Elliot already at a table waiting for me.
“Hey, hope you haven’t been waiting long.” We shake hands and give each other a few slaps on the back.
“Not too long. My daughter fell asleep early, so I went ahead and drove over here.”
We both order a round of beers and do some small talk. There’s not a lot for me to share other than the fact that my wife is a greedy bitch, and I’d rather keep that to myself. So I spend most of the time listening, which is fine. I realize that I like hearing about his kids and family. It sounds so normal and I kind of envy him for it.
“You said you wanted to run some ideas by me or see if I had any contacts for you?” Elliot asks, getting into the reason I asked him to meet me.
I take a pull from my beer and set it down. “Yeah, I’ve got this idea to start my own business. You work in construction, right?”
“I do plumbing, why? What’s your idea?” I tell him all the plans I have so far and what kind of people I’ll need.
“That’s easy. Most of us guys from high school went into trade jobs and construction. I could put a crew together for you real quick.” I hold up my hand to signal the waitress that we need another round.
“I only want the names of people you think are trustworthy and reliable. I’m gonna have a shit ton of money invested in this up front, so I don’t have time for any fuck-ups. And that means keeping quiet about all of this too. Since my personal life is under a microscope, I don’t need the press catching wind of this and tipping off Val.” The waitress comes over and sets down a couple beers for us.
“I gotcha. When would you need everyone to start?”
“That’s the problem. I need my divorce to be finalized before I put any of this into motion. But I want all the pieces in place so as soon as the ink is dry, we can get started.”
“Sounds good. I’ll talk to a few of my buddies and you can meet them. They’ll probably have questions for you as far as pay and shit goes. Most of them you already know, but there are a couple guys who moved here after we graduated,” he tells me.
“I really appreciate it, man.” A huge wave of relief washes over me as I return to my beer. He’s really doing me a solid, and I think I know just how to repay him for it once this thing gets off the ground. This is going to be a good thing for me, I can feel it. I thought my life was over after football, but this is just a new beginning.
***
To avoid my meddling mother, I stop by the bakery on a day she comes in late. It’s been three long days since I’ve seen Autumn and it’s driving me fucking insane. We’ve been texting here and there, but that doesn’t compare to hearing her sweet voice.
I sneak in the back door hoping to surprise her. Skirting around my mom’s office, I peek around the corner and see her hard at work. She’s got her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly draws something on a cake with some frosting. The expression on her face is fucking adorable and I almost feel bad for interrupting her. Almost.
Not wanting to startle her and make her mess up, I clear my throat. She glances up, and when she notices it’s me, a wide smile spreads across her face. It makes me feel like a fucking king to see someone so sweet and gorgeous be excited to see me. “Hey, what are you working on?”
She stands from her stool, walks over to me and throws her arms around my neck. I haven’t felt this light and happy in a while and I don’t want to let her go for fear that it’ll go away.
“Just an anniversary cake. What are you doing here? You don’t have to make deliveries anymore.” She untangles her arms from around me and steps back an inch. The urge to lean down and kiss her is too strong for me to fight, so I give in. It’s a soft, chaste kiss, but just enough for me to get my fix.
“I came for that,” I reply against her lips. “I’ve missed you and wanted to see you.”
She looks down shyly. “I’m glad you did. I’ve missed you too.”
Lifting her chin up with my finger, I lock eyes with her. She has the most striking eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re the palest green, and pop against her red hair. I tuck a strand of it behind her ear. “Do you want to do something Friday night?”
“I already told you I’d love to go out with you again.”
“Yes, but we never made plans. Are you free that day?” Gently stroking her cheek with my thumb, I await her answer.
“No plans for Friday. Looks like I’m all yours.” She leans into my hand holding her face.
“All mine, huh?” I lean into her ear and whisper, “I like the sound of that.” I watch as the goose bumps spread across her neck, which makes me feel satisfied that she reacts to everything I do to her.
Running my nose up her neck and behind her ear, I inhale the sugary scent of her shampoo. “You smell so good.” Hearing her breathing pick up pushes me to continue. “Good enough to eat.” I move slowly toward her lips where they’re already waiting for me parted. Sticking out my tongue, I run it along her bottom lip, teasing her.
“Just kiss me already,” she whispers.
“Kiss you where?” I’m millimeters from her lips now, challenging her to make the first move again.
“Anywhere you want.” Her reply makes my dick hard, as I think of all the places I could kiss her and make her beg for more.
“You sure about that, sweetheart?”
“Do your worst, Stone.” She sounds like a fucking vixen and I want to throw her down on top of this table and fuck her until she can’t walk.
“Lay down on that table, Autumn.” I point to the other table that never gets used. She hesitates for a moment before finding her resolve and walking to it. Watching the sway of her hips as she heads over there makes my cock twitch in response. This is going to be fun. Once she’s laid down, I walk over to her and pull her ankles toward me so that her legs dangle off the edge of the table. “Last chance to back out, love.” I trail my fingers up her legs slowly.
She swallows and says, “I’m not backing out. Show me what you’ve got.”
Challenge fucking accepted.
“You won’t be needing your pants for this. Take them off.” With eyes still locked on mine, she unbuttons and wiggles out of them. Once I see what she’s wearing under them, I’m convinced this woman is trying to kill me. The tiniest black, lace thong covers her perfect pussy. I groan in anticipation. “Hang on and sit still,” I warn her before dropping to my knees. Placing one leg over my shoulder, I run my fingers up her seam. Her panties are soaked and my dick is throbbing, knowing how wet she already is for me. Each time my finger passes over her clit, I hear her trying to hold back a moan. Well, we’ll just have to work on that. Pushing her panties to the side, I get my first view of her shaved pussy. It’s glistening from her arousal, begging me to bring her pleasure. I place a few kisses to the inside of her legs, making her shake in anticipation. Finally sliding her panties off, I dive in and get my first taste of her. When my tongue touches her, she gasps.
“Fuck, your pussy is so sweet. I could eat and lick you for hours.” She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me into her. Message received, my little tiger. I continue with my tongue, biting and sucking and paying extra attention to her clit. Right when I think she’s close to coming, I back off a little. She whimpers in response, needing release. I slide one finger into her wet heat while continuing to swirl my tongue around her bundle of nerves. Slowly, I insert another finger into her dripping center where I feel her clench around me. My sweet girl is a greedy thing and I love it.
“God, baby, you taste so fucking good. You like that? You want me to make you come, sweetheart?” I continue to finger fuck her as she places her feet on my shoulders and bucks her hips up off the table. Placing my other hand on her stomach, I hold her down as I punish her with my ton
gue.
“Yes, yes, Landon. Make me come. Please, I can’t take anymore,” she moans out. Hearing her beg and feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers has my dick so hard it’s about to explode.
“Then come for me, sweetheart.” Pumping my fingers into her faster, I flick my tongue over her clit bringing her to climax. With one hand tightly grasping the edge of the table and the other fisted in my hair, a violent orgasm rips through her. She tries to push me away, but I make her ride out every last wave of ecstasy. Once the pulsing has stopped, I remove my fingers and stand up. Looking at her, I lick her off of my fingers, not letting a single drop go to waste.
The satiated look on her face makes me grin. She doesn’t move, just lays there in her black thong and shirt. “You alright there?”
Her breathing is starting to return to normal. “Yes. Holy shit, Landon. That was—I mean you are—holy shit.”
I let out a chuckle. “At a loss for words, I see.”
She swats at me but misses. “Don’t be cocky.”
I look down at my massive hard on. “A little hard not to be, sweetheart. You’ve got me so turned on I’m about to explode. I’ve never seen anything sexier than watching you come.”
Her cheeks redden and she points at my dick. “Oh, do you need me to…” she trails off.
“No, I’m good. Nothing a cold shower won’t cure.” I adjust myself in an attempt to relieve some of the discomfort, but to no avail.
“I’m going to pick you up at seven on Friday.” I start backing away toward the back door. I need to get out of here to ease the ache of the massive blue balls I’ve got.
“Yep, Friday sounds good.” She’s still lying on the table completely spent, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Her dazed expression makes me chuckle.
Mission fucking accomplished.
At that moment, we hear the bell chime from the front door and my mother talking to the girl at the register. Autumn jumps up, scrambling to fix her appearance in a flurry, and I rush out the back to avoid my mom.
My clothes are barely in place when Brenda walks into the back room. I’m slightly out of breath from the massive orgasm I just had at work and the effort it took to get my pants back on quickly.
“Hi, dear. Everything okay back here?” she asks me as she sets her stuff down in her office.
Still too frazzled to form full sentences, I respond with a simple “Mmmhmm” before going back to work.
“We have a lot of orders to fill for the weekend, so I’m going to need you to stay late Friday night to make sure they’re done for Saturday morning deliveries.”
Friday. Didn’t I have something planned for that day? Oh! “This Friday?” I turn around on my stool to look at her, only to see her sitting on top of the other table. As in the table that her son and I just defiled. I press my lips together tightly to hide my smile and look down as my cheeks heat up.
“Yeah, do you have plans or something?” She tilts her head, no doubt trying to figure out why I’m acting so strange suddenly.
“Well, yes—I mean, no—I can always reschedule. It’s not a big deal.” I shrug and turn back around to my workstation, continuing to decorate the cake that should’ve been done with by now. Damn Landon and his toe-curling distractions.
“These plans wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with my son, would they?” I snap my head around as the question catches me off guard. Oh God, what if word got around that I almost molested him on my front porch the other night? I will never be able to look that woman in the eye if she knows about that.
“Um,” I stammer, not sure how to answer that. We’re not really together and I don’t know if you’d consider us “dating” or exclusive, since we’ve never really talked about it. Plus, we’ve only been on one date. Jesus, I’m starting to ramble in my own head. I need to get a grip!
Hopping off of the table, I look everywhere else but at her. Brenda walks by and puts her hand on my shoulder as she laughs lightly. “It’s okay, Autumn. Landon told me the other night you two went out.” Relief washes over me since I’ve dodged the slutty bullet.
“Oh, yeah. He asked me to hang out with him Friday, but I can always cancel and tell him you need me here. I’m sure he’ll understand.” To be honest, I don’t want to cancel on Landon and I’m really excited to go out with him again. But I don’t want Brenda to think that I don’t take my job here seriously or expect special treatment just because I’m dating—or whatever we’re doing-- the owner’s son.
She squeezes my shoulder with the hand that still rests there. “That’s okay, I think I can manage. If we get ahead the next couple days, it won’t be a big deal. Besides, I wouldn’t want to upset Landon by ruining his plans with you. I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time.” She gives me a warm smile, leaving me wondering if he talks about me. I quickly dismiss the thought. Why would he be talking about me? Brenda starts walking off toward her office when she says over her shoulder, “He’s mentioned you a time or two.” I must have a dumbfounded look on my face, because she continues with, “I can see the question sitting on the tip of your tongue, so I thought I’d put you out of your misery and let you know.” She grins at me and closes her office door. I hate that I’m so transparent, but I have to admit that the knowledge that he talks about me makes me feel all giddy inside. Then, she pops her head out of her office door and says, “Plus, word around town is that you and my son were necking on your front porch.”
I put my head in my hands to hide my embarrassment and grumble, “Oh God, kill me now.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. You’re young, have fun! And we all know how this town likes to gossip and exaggerate things, so I’m sure it was innocent. You have nothing to feel embarrassed about.” Peeking through my fingers, I see that she’s back in her office and out of sight. Little does she know that word on the street is very accurate. There’s no need to elaborate that story since it was juicy all on its own.
Getting back to work, I let my mind drift to the events that happened moments ago on that table behind me. Landon brings out things in me that I never knew existed. He has the ability to make me feel sexy, desired, things that are completely foreign to me. Since losing the weight, I’ve had guys pay attention to me when I’m out, but I still feel self-conscious in my skin, like the old me. The fat me. In high school, the idea of a guy seeing me naked was absolutely paralyzing. It’s not like they were lining up at my front door to take me out, but the thought of having to take my clothes off and be that exposed would send me into a panic. Since becoming thinner, I’ve been with a couple guys and kind of hated every second of it. I kept worrying about the way I looked or if they noticed a certain flaw. The constant thinking kept me from enjoying myself. Hence, why a man has never given me an orgasm either. I couldn’t escape my head long enough to let go. Weirdly, with Landon those thoughts aren’t present. He can make me forget all about my past and the lingering doubts I have about myself. And don’t even get me started on the orgasm.
Holy. Shit.
I’m pretty sure my vision blurred and I went temporarily blind when it hit me. I’ve never felt something so strong, so intense, and he was able to do all that with his tongue. I can’t imagine what he can do with other things. Just thinking about it has my panties growing wet again as I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache. I’m never going to get any work done at this rate.
***
Two weeks have passed since my encounter with Landon’s tongue, and I’d be lying if I didn’t think about it regularly. But right now, I’m on my way to workout. Going to the gym is second nature to me now, and I make it a point to not skip any days. The fear of slacking and gaining all that weight again is what keeps me going. After my eating disorder, I researched everything I could on weight loss, keeping it off, and healthy ways to maintain a good body. I found that with good eating habits, cardio, and some weightlifting, I could achieve my goals in a good way and be in shape. I’ve just finished re-racking the weights I was using to do my squat
workout when I hear snickering behind me.
“I guess when she lost all that weight she was finally able to fit something between her thighs, right, Rob?” Turning around, I see a few guys I went to high school with laughing and grinning at each other like they’re the funniest people in the world. They would always jump on the opportunity to make fun of me back then. Looking at them reminds me of the time they taped a WIDELOAD sign to my back. Of course, I had no idea it was on there, but I quickly figured it out when people would call out ‘Beep! Beep! Beep!’ whenever I’d get up to walk somewhere. Apparently, Rob and his goons haven’t grown up since.
Rolling my eyes, already tired of their shit, I ask, “Can I help you with something?”
“Yeah, you can give me some of what you were giving Landon. If I had known you’d give it up that easily, I would’ve taken you out long ago.” Rob’s eyes trail up and down my body, making me feel sick to my stomach.
“Right, man? And I’ll bet she kinks it up in bed too. Fat girls always have to compensate for their lack of looks,” Charles, the other guy says. They start high fiving each other as I look down at the floor. I’d like to say I’m stronger than I was in high school, and in certain ways I am. But having them gang up on me brings me right back to all those years ago and I’m humiliated again. I know what I did with Landon was out of character for me and I’m just as shocked as anyone else by my brazen actions. Having it thrown in my face with the town gossip makes me want to crawl back into myself like I used to.
Suddenly, I hear a thud followed by a few grunts. Snapping my eyes back up, I see Landon has Charles pinned to the mirrored wall with his forearm pressed firmly against his throat. He’s inches away from Charles’ face, which flashes from utter shock to a little fear.
“You wanna repeat what you just said to her?” Landon warns through gritted teeth.
“N-no, we were just joking around. It’s cool.” Stumbling through his words, Charles looks at his two friends for help. They both just stand there motionless.
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