by Ben Boswell
She jolted. It was the first time he’d used her name other than in jest.
“What…?”
“This is good for Jeff. I was seduced into it.” He paused. “Why are you so desperate to make this about anyone but you?”
Jesus. It was bad enough he was a demon lover. Toe-curling. But even worse was his ability to see right through her. That’s what made him so… fucking… dangerous. Dangerous and irresistible.
“Because if I make it about me….”
She paused. What would it mean?
She giggled. A tear ran down her cheek. She saw his expression. It made her laugh harder.
“Fuck you, Damon. I’m a girl. Sometimes we laugh and cry at the same time.”
He chuckled. “Bitches be crazy,” he noted, his voice suddenly shifting into dialect.
He leaned in and kissed her. “It’s what makes you so hot,” he added.
She kissed him back and nodded.
“I don’t have any regrets,” she said. She paused, thinking. “And I don’t know what that means. I love my husband and my kids. They… are… my… life. But I have no regrets. And all I can think about right now is your naked body. The things you’ll do to me, and I’ll do to you.”
She laughed. More tears.
Damon laughed as well.
“Seriously, this is the sort of shit that makes me wish I were gay.”
“I’m glad you’re not,” she replied.
***
The afternoon passed slowly. More drinks, reading, casual flirting. Being with Damon was, oddly, comfortable as well. Yet, there was that fire beneath the surface as well.
“So where are you taking me for dinner?” she asked playfully.
“Sorry, babe. You only get lobster when I’m first trying to get into your pants. I’m thinking the beach shack tonight.”
Heather laughed. It was actually what she was hoping for. Casual, out by the sand, a guy with his acoustic guitar singing Jimmy Buffet songs.
“I don’t know, D. I don’t want you to think I’m a cheap date.”
He laughed. “Did you just call me ‘D’”?
“Better than ‘Soccer Mom’.”
“Soccer Mom wants the D. I think I saw the vid.”
“I think I lived it.”
“You’re right. You’re not a cheap date. Just easy. There’s a difference.”
She clucked disapprovingly. “And here I was, all ready to suck your dick. Now you’re going to have to woo me again.”
He laughed. “Do I look worried?”
He didn’t. He looked handsome and confident.
She giggled. “Okay, I need to shower and change.”
He took her hand. “Six o’clock on the beach path?”
She loved the sensation of his large, strong hand on hers. She smiled.
“Unless I get a better offer.”
But Heather knew there was nothing in heaven or on earth that would keep her from that appointment.
***
Heather was still in a silly, giddy mood as she left the pool deck. Thinking about Damon, she didn’t even notice Shelby watching her, so she was startled when the blonde stepped out in front of her.
“Kissin’ cousins, I guess.”
Heather startled.
“What do you want?”
“I’m just wondering how your husband feels about you spreading your legs for that big spade? Does he know? Is that some sick game you two play? Or are you just a cheap whore?”
“Are you jealous?”
“Fuck no,” Shelby hissed.
Heather grinned. “You should be, sweetie. Because he’s a great fuck.”
Shelby’s face dropped.
“Later,” Heather said, palm up, as she walked away.
She could feel Shelby’s eyes boring into her back. It felt good. It was probably the first time that slutty blonde had ever been faced down by a five-foot-two, flat-chested, soccer mom.
CHAPTER NINE
Heather took a long, hot shower. She was tingly all over. Her sexual excitement making it hard to bathe. Shampooing made her think of how he’d pulled her hair as he pounded her into the mattress. Soaping her breasts reminded her to how he’d sucked on her hard, little nubs. She ran her fingers over her smooth, shaved snatch. She shuddered at both the memories it elicited and anticipation at what would happen later. She couldn’t remember ever being this sexed up, this ready for anything.
She stepped out of the shower and dried herself, though even that was a challenge. The terry cloth against her skin a reminder of their morning tryst, riding his big cock, swaddled by his bathrobe, watching the sunrise.
Now dry, she remained in front of the mirror. She let the towel fall to the floor and tried to see herself as he seemed to see her. Even with the reddish highlight in her hair and a healthy glow imparted by the sun and the sex, she still felt plain. Her legs were too short, her breasts nonexistent. Her face was cute rather than pretty, girl next door rather than fashion model. She’d always been jealous of girls like Shelby. Big tits, long legs, blond hair. The sort of girl that even Jeff couldn’t seem to avoid turning his head for. Not that she minded, not much. He was just looking. The Shelbys of this world were out of his league too.
She wondered if that’s what this was all about. Landing the Alpha for the first time in her life. Scoring with a guy out of her league…. Except, he didn’t seem to feel that way. She thought he would. She’d had that moment of anxiety when she first awoke, and found herself alone in bed. That sense of being used. Though, if she was honest with herself, it was almost what she had wished for. Having her cake and eating it too. A night of unimaginable passion and the comfort the next morning of being able to dismiss it all as a momentary act of weakness, falling prey to a cad. Forgivable. Maybe even a bit sad. Forgivable and forgettable. An act containing its own penance in the realization of being used and tossed away. Nothing she’d have to mention to Jeff. A private lesson to be remembered with nothing more than a rueful chuckle.
Except, it hadn’t worked out that way. He hadn’t been gone. And now, she was naked, fully shaved, applying makeup and blowing out her new hairdo, to prepare to meet him again. Readying herself for her other man. Knowing already that she intended to give herself to him.
She reached for her skimpy panties. She felt the thin, smooth fabric. So sexy. But not as sexy as…. She dropped them back down on the sink. She lifted her new sundress over her head and let the sheer material drape itself over her naked body. She gave her hair a quick brush, stepped into her high-heeled, cork sandals, and walked out into the warm evening to meet her lover.
***
As Heather passed the pool bar, she noted the time. 6:10pm. Perfect. Just a few minutes fashionably late. She couldn’t let Damon think she was desperate or anything. But her breezy, and unfamiliar, self-assurance faded quickly when she arrived at the path and found that he wasn’t there waiting for her. The problem was… she was sort of desperate to see him, to feel that rush as he took her into his arms, or even greeted her with a gentle put-down.
After another few minutes, she began to feel anxious. He couldn’t have left so quickly. She wasn’t that late after all. But before she could kick herself too much, another, worse, thought lodged itself in her mind. Shelby. The scenario seemed to unspool before her eyes. Shelby angry at Heather’s taunt. The tall blonde seeking out Damon before he left the beach. No flirting. Just a direct offer to go back to his room, to do anything he wanted.
And, of course, he’d accept. After all he’d already had Heather… several times. And anyway, given a choice, he’d make the same decision as almost any man. Shelby.
She paced up and down the path, alternating between anger and sadness, frustration and resignation. 6:30 now. She wasn’t going to torture herself anymore… well, not much longer.
“Hey Soccer Mom, nice dress.”
She turned around, tears in her eyes.
He held up his hands. “Whoa, what now?”
She fo
rced a rictus smile. “Hi Damon.”
“You okay?”
A surge of anger. “You’re late.”
“That is your fault.”
“Shelby?”
He smiled. “What did you say to her?”
“Nothing.”
“Uh huh. Well, she had plenty to say about you.”
“Yeah?”
He laughed. “She actually asked me why I’d want to settle for hamburger rather than steak.”
“She’s the steak?”
He nodded.
“So, you’ve been with her?”
Heather wasn’t sure what she’d do if he said yes. Would she be willing to follow Shelby, not sloppy seconds, but the male equivalent? And what if Shelby was still back in his room, and he’d just come down to fetch Heather for a threesome. Could she go along with that?
“Yeah.”
Heather nodded. Another forced smile. “So, what now? I mean, is she… I mean, are we…?”
He looked confused. “What?”
Her eyes grew moist again.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Heather, I didn’t mean it like that. I haven’t been with her with her, though she did offer. I was just explaining to her that I was spoken for.”
“You turned her down? For me?”
He gave her a queer look. “You know, I can’t figure you out. Are you, like, serious? Why do you keep acting like, you’re what….”
“Hamburger?”
He laughed. “Yeah, that.”
“I don’t know. You know, I’ve never been the girl that the guys go after.”
“How would you know?”
“I think I would.”
“Ha. You didn’t even realize I wanted to get in your pants from the first time I saw you.”
“You really did?”
“Sure. You looked like a little wildcat. And I could tell you were into me.”
“Was not.”
“Was too. I just wasn’t sure if you were just a flirt or what.”
“So, you mean, when you invited me to be your sarge you were hitting on me?”
“Of course. You don’t think my game is that weak, do you?”
Heather giggled. “I feel flattered… and a little used.”
He leaned in close and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He whispered in her ear. “You’re going to feel very used by the time I’m done with you.”
She grinned. She had a feeling that was something she’d quite enjoy.
***
They sat together at the pool bar, eating chili con queso with chips and a couple of beers.
“Seriously Damon, why aren’t you married?”
“What? So it can drive me so crazy that I go off on a Mexican vacation and bang the first stranger to make a pass at me.”
She swatted him playfully. “It’s not all nervous breakdowns and torrid affairs.”
“Go on.”
“It’s also, I don’t know, warm and comforting. Satisfying and fulfilling. I mean, I get the attraction, now more than ever, of being free and spontaneous and….”
“And the thrill of getting to know new and interesting people. Experience their quirks and their surprises.”
She nodded. “But it has got to be lonely sometimes too, right?”
“Yeah, of course. But, I don’t know, every relationship I’ve been in has gotten stale, or worse.”
“Poor baby, did some mean woman break your heart?”
“You scoff, Soccer Mom, but beneath this devilishly handsome and confident exterior is an actual human being.”
“Are you bullshitting me?”
He laughed. “A little. But yeah, you know, things just haven’t worked out. And I know you don’t like it when I bring race into it, but it complicated things.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. If you date outside your race, you always get accused of basically just being a festishist. Hell, you asked me that yourself. Did I have a thing for white girls? So there’s always that weirdness. And don’t get me started on how black women respond to it. Seriously, it’s grim. But then if you date a black woman, it’s a whole other kind of pressure, like suddenly you have to be fucking Barack and Michelle, like a role-model for the rest of the world.”
Heather nodded, then laughed. “You sure this isn’t just a rationalization for womanizing?”
He shook his head. “See, this is what I get for pouring my heart out.”
They stared at each other for a long moment. Then he added. “There is nothing like the rush you get from new pussy.”
“I’m not new to you anymore,” she replied playfully.
He leaned in closer, his gaze fiery. “I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface with you.”
She felt herself flush again, felt a tingle in her belly. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I warned you I wasn’t going to take it easy on you anymore.”
She didn’t know what he meant, and she didn’t care. The wetness between her legs a testament to the fact that she would refuse him nothing.
***
Holding hands, they walked along the beach path. It was still light, but the sun was now low in the sky giving everything a warm, orangey glow. They passed behind the shack that rented out beach toys – kayaks, rafts, and other water equipment. It was closed up for the day, and stepping behind it, they found a private little alcove.
Damon pulled Heather into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately.
“Take off your panties,” he breathed into her ear.
She grinned. Finally. “I’m not wearing any.”
“Soccer Mom!” he exclaimed in mock outrage.
She shrugged.
He stepped back away from her. “Show me.”
She looked around. It seemed private, but they were just meters off a rather frequently traveled path.
“Here?”
“Yeah,” he replied.
His lascivious expression was a wild turn on. Exactly the reaction she’d hoped she’d get out of him. He sat down on a large, heavy storage locker.
“Give me a show,” he added.
She was aware of the madness of it, and the recklessness. The danger was intoxicating. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, slowly, slowly lifting it up. As it rose above her upper thigh, she gave a quick shrug and flipped the fabric upward. It almost immediately fell back into place.
He frowned. “Oh come on. I want more.”
She smiled again. “Ask nicely.”
“You want me to beg for it?” he asked, incredulous.
“Why not?”
He laughed. “I don’t beg for it. And anyway, you want to show me. You know you do.”
She did. She slowly raised her dress again. Higher, higher. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized she wasn’t going to just flash him this time, but instead expose herself to him, give him a good, long look.
“Very pretty,” he announced. “And very fuckable.”
She blushed a deeper red.
“What? That’s why you’re showing it to me, right? Because you want me to fuck you.”
A rhetorical question, perhaps, but she felt compelled to answer. She wanted to answer. “Yes,” she gasped.
“Are you wet thinking about what we’re going to do later?”
“I don’t even know what we’re going to do.”
“But you’re still wet.”
A statement. Not a question. Still she answered. “Yes.”
He nodded. “Now, show me your ass.”
Heather hesitated until Damon mimed a pirouette with his finger. She slowly spun around, bunching her dress around her waist to give him a good view.
“Really show me,” he ordered.
She was puzzled for a moment. Her cheeks felt on fire as she realized what he wanted now. She gasped and then took a deep breath. Keeping her dress pressed up against her body, she now reached back and with a hand on each cheek spread herself open for him.
“Very pretty. And very fuc
kable,” he repeated.
He was right behind her. She startled as she felt his fingertip tickle her anus.
“Have you ever had a man here?”
“No,” she gasped.
“But it turns you on.”
The idea never had before this trip. Before this morning she’d never even had a finger in her butt. It still seemed weird, but no longer unthinkable. Except… he was so big. Even if she wanted to, he’d never fit.
He reached around with his other hand and confidently palmed her abdomen. His finger found her slit and pressed into her pussy easily.
“Fuck you’re wet.”
“Oh God,” she moaned as he played with her pussy and ass at the same time.
Then he was no longer touching her pussy, and a moment later she heard his zipper opening. He stepped in closer still and Heather gasped as she felt his long, hard prick begin to slide between her pussy lips. She bent forward, pressing back against him, trying to will him to enter her, to take her standing, from behind. But maddeningly, he just teased her, sliding his cock against her wetness, but nothing more.
“Go ahead,” she hissed.
“That’s not what I want,” he replied.
His pressed his now wet cock against her puckered anus. The head of his cock felt spongy and cool. Still, she stiffened. He reached around and again pressed a finger into her pussy, but his hand on her abdomen was now holding her firmly in place. It was exciting and terrifying. A quick thrust and he’d be inside her, inside her ass.
“Just relax. I’ll go slow,” he promised.
Heather couldn’t reply. She took a deep breath and tried to relax, to release the clenching of her cheeks. The moment she did, he pressed forward, and suddenly, unbelievably, the head of his cock was inside her butt. The panic rose again. All her muscles tensed.
“Shhh, baby, shhh. Just relax. Breath,” he cooed in her ear.
His finger made slow circles around her clit. Her mind fought to process the conflicting sensations. The warmth and excitement of her clit being gently fondled and the throbbing pain in her ass, already painfully stretched around the tip of his cock. He didn’t move, didn’t thrust further. He just rubbed her clit and breathed gentle encouragement into her ear. Finally, the pleasure won out. She slowly managed to relax again.