Cherry Blossoms

by KT Morrison

  “You did not, Nia,” he said.

  “I did, Geoff. I mean it. Do you want one too?”

  “Nia,” he chastised her.

  “Geoff, this game of ours turned me on so bad. I want to suck this hard cock right now, okay? Bathroom or the bushes? Dino picked the bathroom...”

  “Nia,” he said, pulled back and he saw the lust in her wet eyes. She stroked him through his jeans and it all felt suddenly real. She was a tease, and she loved games, but this felt real. She was proving it right now with her bad behaviour. She meant it. She would suck him right now. She’d sucked Dino, didn’t she?

  “Geoff,” she urged, “bathroom or bushes?”

  “B-bathroom, Nia,” he stammered. It was kind of chilly outside.

  She took his hand again and now she lead him down the hall.

  “Nia,” he said, but she didn’t listen. It was his last ditch attempt to bring some sense to this evening. He’d just been in the car for an hour and a half, thinking bad things, then here at this dive, then seeing his wife with a former (superior) lover, now she was leading him to a dirty bathroom to give him a blowjob. This was a whirlwind. This was not what their love life had ever been. But he never felt so alive, so excited, and had such passion for someone before. Not love. Not sweet love and respect. Dirty lust. He thought bad things about his sweet loving wife. By the time they got to the doors at the end of the hall he was all in, practically shoving her through the door to the men’s room ahead of him.

  The bathroom was small and empty and it smelled terrible. Two urinals and one battered and scratched stall. She pulled him into the stall and he closed the door behind him his hips turned to her while she unbuttoned his pants. He put his back against the door now and he watched her hands work and it aroused him to think of how adept she was at this. How she’d done this with many different men. She’d had lots of different cocks in her mouth. It was liberating to address it rather than to sweep it under the rug and let the lump bug you, step over it every day. Just rip the rug up for fuck’s sake, look what’s under there. You might like it, shit, what if it’s a gold coin...

  His wife had a past. His wife had been a wild one and that was what had drawn him to her all those years ago maybe. He wanted that wildness in his life. He’d tamed her in the end, got her to settle down, took care of her and made her into a human being but this was who she was too. She could be both. She could tuck Odie into bed and she could suck a cock in a filthy men’s room in a biker bar.

  “Shit, Nia,” he said as she did his zip down and he watched her hand pull his aching cock out. Brief thought, one from watching too much porn: his cock didn’t look as big as he thought it would in her hand. She didn’t care, her hot mouth was on it in a second. His wife was on her heels, squatted down in a stall, her rump braced against a dirty toilet and her head bobbed on him, her hair swishing vigorously as she sucked him like she wanted only one thing. His come. She wasn’t going for pleasure, teasing or showing off, she wanted him to come. “Oh, fuck, Nia,” he said and his hands went through her thick raven hair. Her hands went into his waistband and she peeled the front of his slim fit jeans down. She yanked and tugged until she got them down to his knees and then she scratched his thighs with her nails and he felt his balls rise up and almost disappear into his body. He let out a soft high moan.

  “Is this how you sucked him?” he moaned.

  She hummed and nodded yes with his cock in her mouth.

  “Is this how you used to be?”

  She nodded again.

  “My bad girl,” he moaned, looking up at the ceiling and feeling the delight she was giving him. Her mouth was warm and wet and wonderful. She was amazing at this. She knew how to make a man come. She knew what part of a penis felt the best for a man. Knew because men had told her when she was with them. She’d got feedback. Men had told her it was nice when she flicked her tongue on the underside, along the frenulum. She was aware of penis anatomy and not from her husband. Why did he think that was so hot?

  She took him deep now, all the way to his balls and he nodded forward, feeling lightheaded from the intense pleasure. Her fingers squeezed at his testicles, made him grunt and buckle, then her hand pushed between his legs and he parted them for her, as much as his jeans would allow. Her finger stroked his underside, stroked along behind his balls and up to his anus. “Oh, Nia,” he sighed and his hands fell and filled themselves up with her beautiful hair. It was soft and silky and he guided the movement of her head, sliding up and down his shaft. She was inc—

  Her middle finger slid up until it found the weakness of his anus and she slipped it up inside his body and he gasped, “Oh, Jesus,” and he felt his insides grip at her. He felt her finger curl and tickle at him and he knew right away he had only seconds before he came into her mouth.

  “Oh God, oh shit, Nia,” he bubbled, his chest heaved at this incredible unexpected wild pleasure from his dirty, dirty girl. She sucked him hard, he felt the tight suction of her hot mouth, she tickled him with a finger buried in him and her other hand squeezed and played with his balls. He looked down and watched her pretty head between his legs and he fantasized about her doing this with other men. Fantasized about how many men had looked down and seen this view, seen the woman he loved from this angle as she sucked their cocks and squeezed their big balls and stuck a finger up their asshole. He came. He came harder than he had in ages. It was extraordinary. He felt it shooting off into her soft throat, wondered if it stung her it came out with so much force. She snorted through her nose as he kept shooting it into her and she sucked it all down, squeezing his balls and stroking his prostate at the same time. He clutched her hair in tight fists until they shook but he never pulled it. He streamed come forever, didn’t think he could possibly have so much in his balls. She kept him clamped in her mouth until he was done.

  When he was empty he stood there dumbfounded, his ears rang and his heart hammered. She kept sucking very gently, then let it come out of her mouth and she held it between her fingers and gave the head of his cock a nice sweet kiss. She smiled.

  He caressed her face, held the heel of his palm against her flushed cheek and she closed her eyes. He helped her up in her heels and he didn’t know what to say. His stomach churned with so much conflict. He felt enervated, like a flu had just come over him. The idea of her with other men was so exciting but when it was real it came with a heavy price. He would pay it though. He could pay it.

  “This is what you used to be like?” he said softly.

  “It’s not a big deal, Geoff.”

  “It is to me.”

  “A blow job in a bathroom?”

  “That’s a big deal to me.”

  “Yes, I’ve done this for other guys before.”

  “The finger?”

  “I’ve done that before too.”

  “Wow.”

  “It’s just sex, you know.”

  “I know,” he said and he put his arms around her shoulders and she fell softly against him and kissed his neck.

  “It stinks in here,” she whispered.

  “Did you do it? Suck Dino’s?”

  “No, Geoff,” she said but she didn’t laugh this time. She wasn’t being funny.

  “You would though.”

  “Yeah. I thought about it. Tonight. I thought about it and I realized I wanted to.”

  “That’s why you took me in here?”

  “I was horny.”

  “I think that’s hot, Nia. You can feel like that.” He rubbed her back.

  She said, “His wife’s here. If she wasn’t...I might have.”

  He felt himself stiffen at the thought again. She’d drained him, but the thought of her being so bad aroused him inexplicably.

  “His wife’s here?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why’d Angie and that other one try and protect you? They made me think something was up, then I see you coming down the hall with Dino...”

  “Dino and I came out of the bathroom at the sam
e time. I was in the ladies’. We just walked out together. Ang probably thought you were going to make a scene, confront Dino or something. That’s the kind of men they’re used to, and they don’t want trouble. And they’d think he’d kill you if you started something and they like you.”

  “Your friends wouldn’t understand if they found out what we’ve agreed?”

  “No way. They’re wild but they believe in marriage. Catholics.”

  “Nia, I believe in marriage.”

  “I know, but...” she leaned back to look at him, said, “the sanctity...” and she shrugged.

  GEOFF

  Geoff saw Rocco for the first time coming out of the can with Nia and walking down the narrow hall back to the bar. He was standing out in the main area and he could see him toe to top. He was standing next to his brother Dino, and Geoff knew how tall Dino was. Rocco dwarfed Dino. He was handsome too. In a big guy kind of way. He had a big thick neck and traps and shoulders. He was enormous like a pro wrestler and he looked like a villain too with all his tattoos and his black hair and black eyes.

  “Come meet Rocco,” Nia said to him and he could hear the happy excitement in her voice and there was that tension in his belly again.

  “Rocco!” she called out, high and breathy and she pulled Geoff behind her. “Rocco,” she called again and she got his attention. Geoff noted the smile on his face hearing Nia’s voice calling him.

  “Rocco, this is Geoff.”

  Rocco turned, he looked Nia up and down, then over at Geoff. He was a head taller than him, he was huge.

  “Ay, Geoff,” he said, “you drive all that way just to come to this dump?” He shook Geoff’s hand and Geoff felt the power. He wasn’t trying to hurt him, didn’t hurt him, but Geoff could feel the restraint in him, like he was trying to be soft because even his firm handshake grip would break Geoff’s delicate hand.

  “And, Geoff,” she said, “this is Rocco,” turning and putting herself standing next to Rocco, her hand going behind him and rubbing on his back. Nia was thin, her body tight and its shape evident in the slim skirt and top she wore. She was so small next to Rocco. Her waist was like his thigh.

  He felt Rocco’s hand, hard as stone in his soft grip, his thick fingers, his muscled palm. He was like a different thing than a human. He gave Rocco a friendly grin and Rocco looked him in the eye and something about it unnerved him.

  This was the big man that his wife spent every day with now, five days a week. The handsome brother of her ex-boyfriend. It equated a friendliness or an openness different than if they were just boss and employee. She said she wouldn’t fuck him but had said he was handsome. She’d checked out the bulge in his pants. She saw him sexually. He aroused her. Geoff knew he aroused her.

  Then Dino was over, standing behind his brother, something to tell him. Rocco turned and Dino caught Geoff’s eye, knew who he was, and didn’t acknowledge him at all. He was sullen and blank, he looked in Geoff’s eye then coldly away to his brother. They talked close and conspiratorial.

  Nia said, “Geoff, do you want a drink? Let’s get you a drink,” and she led him to the bar.

  NIA

  There had been a fight. It was short lived and had no real winner. It was at the front of the Tavern and it spilled outside into the chilly porch light yard. The door was left open and after a scuffle and someone getting jerseyed and punched but not knocked down, there were a lot of shouted threats and finger jabbing. Two grown men too, rough and grey haired and beer bellied.

  She saw the malaise it put into Geoff. This wasn’t her kind of place either but she was here with Rocco and she felt safe. Geoff was hunched at the bar, sitting on a stool and she knew he was trying to keep out of trouble. He’d pulled her aside about an hour ago and asked when they were going. She said another hour; she was having fun and he said okay but he reminded her of his punchable face. She laughed but she could see it. In a bar like this he was prey and a lot of the alphas here, the unstable ones would pick on a guy like Geoff to raise their rank amongst the stable alphas. Stable true alphas wouldn’t give Geoff a minute of their time.

  She walked, beer in hand, a warm sudden feeling of love and sympathy for the man she married, and went to him, ran her hands up his back, felt him flinch.

  “Thought one of these big burly guys was coming on to you?”

  “Ha ha, no, you tickled me,” he laughed.

  “Having a good time?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he lied, raising his eyebrows high and smiling wanly at her. She knew he wanted to go, that this place made him nervous but she was having fun. It was a long week and she and Rocco worked hard and she’d been looking forward to blowing off steam all afternoon.

  Then, as if sensing her thought, Geoff raised his beer and clinked it to hers and said, “This is a lot different than watching TV on the couch isn’t it?”

  “It is,” she said and she took a swig from her bottle. Working with Rocco was proving to be less intimidating than she had thought when she first started. He was big and scary and loud but all you had to do was your job and he wouldn’t bug you. There was a bit of a tension, like a worry that if you fucked up and got caught, or didn’t move fast enough that he was going to call you out on it in front of everyone. She’d seen it many times but he’d never come down on her. He’d been rough with her a few times, letting her know she was close to pissing him off but she got a grip of herself real quick and straightened herself out and did what he wanted. And there was something celebratory about making it through a long and brutal work week and doing it with Rocco. She cared about Rocco and she cared about his business. Coming out and celebrating like this was important and it felt really good.

  And, speak of the devil, just then a hand on her back that could be no other. She didn’t need to turn, felt its size pressed against her, felt its carefully restrained but immense power.

  “There’s my Nia,” Rocco’s deep bass travelling through her like the rumble of a motorcycle.

  “Hey,” she said, holding back the fun-loving smile he usually brought out of her, but her eyes sparkled just the same. Geoff looked up at Rocco, standing now with his arm around his wife, and he looked, she could see it cross his face, like this was more than he could handle.

  Rocco went behind Geoff and around him, across the other side so he could face Nia with her husband between them. He leaned his enormous bulk into the bar, his shoulder coming up high around his ear. His eyes were narrow cool slits, his face sly and confident. He said to Geoff, “Look how lucky you are.”

  “I know,” Geoff said, turning to him, dwarfed by him, sitting hunched on his stool.

  Rocco smiled wider, said, “One lucky son of a bitch, all right.”

  Geoff held his hand out to her, nodded, and Nia put her hand in his and he rubbed the back of her fingers, said, “I know. Every day I know.”

  “You ever tasted her chicken parm? I have. I tasted it. Best chicken parm ever,” he said, smiling slyly at her. She laughed, getting very uncomfortable for Geoff. His innuendo was clumsy and obvious. And unwelcome.

  She laughed to lighten it up, said, “He loves my chicken parm,” and she rubbed her hand on Geoff’s back, over his black cotton sweater.

  But she left herself open and Rocco said, “What man wouldn’t?” and he took a swig from his beer bottle.

  She saw Geoff grimace and he clutched his beer he’d been nursing for an hour now, his hands wringing the brown glass as this night was eating him up inside. But he did like that. He said he liked it.

  So she bumped her thigh into him, leaned herself against her husband, said to Rocco, “That’s why I’m careful who I let taste it.”

  A dangerous flirtation with someone who was your boss but this was for Geoff. She did get a little tingle though too, knowing it would turn both of them on.

  Rocco smiled, kept her eyes, said, “Hey, Canada Day weekend. I’m having a party at the cottage. You two come up, bring Odele.”

  “Yeah, that’s great,” she said, “what
do you think, Geoff—take Odie up to the lake?”

  “Where’s your cottage?” he asked, looking straight ahead across to the mirror behind the bar. She could see the energy drained from his body.

  Nia nudged him, said, “It’s in Haliburton.”

  Rocco said, “Come on up, it’s a good time. Get this one in a swimsuit,” he said to Geoff but he was looking at her the whole time. He was a big guy and he held his alcohol but she could see that this was how he could be when he drank. She was seeing what was underneath all that boisterous control. He had desires. Of course he did. All men did. But she was seeing what she used to see right now. She liked it too. What she could do to men. Make them irrational and primal. Turn them on and swipe society out of their vision and want to just fuck and not give a shit about consequences. She felt a tingle and worried about it. Seeing Rocco like this was turning her on and she liked it. She just received the message from Rocco that he was sending her. It was undeniable. Rocco wanted to fuck her.

  Bad idea, Nia. He was her boss, he was married, he had kids. Maybe Geoff and her were dancing around the idea of experimenting but Rocco was a fucking landmine.

  Then, laughter behind her. Bubbling drunken girl energy. Angie and Sheila stumbling behind her, shouting, There you are, slurring and happy, then dragging her off to dance. She felt herself pulled back and saw Geoff and Rocco watching her. Geoff plaintive, Rocco sinister.

  GEOFF

  Standing there watching his wife dance with her pretty friends, he felt an uneasiness melt over him. He could lose her. She could fall in love with another man. Watching her body move, her sweaty skin and her graceful legs below her short skirt... But they were best friends and they were in love and they had a baby girl they were raising up. Still, she was a drop dead bombshell with long legs and a sexy smile and charm and humour. Maybe he was never good enough for her. Maybe all he ever was was her best friend. Maybe they never should have been a couple, like he was just in the right place at the right time all those years ago. A timing eclipse where he appeared good enough and safe enough for her and she was tired of all the macho dick-slinging she was getting, tired and hurt and fed up. If she’d stuck it out maybe she’d be going home tonight with a different man she’d call her husband, some tall rugged beefcake whose arm she’d look wonderful on. He’d take her home and give her the big old pipe she craved and do all those manly things in bed that Geoff only dreamed of. Maybe he’d still be her friend and meet her for coffees on Sunday mornings or come to her house and bake her some sweet treats.