“No, I want to help,” he said.
“Really?”
He laughed, “Yes, really. I’ve lived alone for a long time now. I can cook. It was either learn how or starve.”
“Okay, can you chop?”
“Can I chop? I’ve won awards for my chopping abilities,” he said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes at him. He followed me into the kitchen and I pointed him to the cutting board where I’d set out the vegetables and a big bowl for the salad. “Salad, huh? You don’t believe that I can cook, do you?”
“I absolutely believe it,” I said. “But salad is what I need right now, so work your magic.”
He picked up the knife and started chopping the lettuce. While he was doing that I took out the chicken and started slathering it with the rest of the marinade.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“Okay,” I said as I put the chicken on the grilling pan. “What do you want to talk about?”
“You. Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Like what?”
“There has to be like…a million things that I don’t know about you. What kind of movies do you hate?”
I put the chicken under the broiler and turned towards him. “Hate? Why not, what kind do I like?”
“Because you’re a girl and you’re going to say, romance or comedy…”
“You’re a chauvinist.”
He laughed and dumped the lettuce into the bowl. “I am not. You don’t like romance movies?”
“I do, but that’s not the point. I also like action movies and Marvel Comics movies and horror films…”
“Okay, so what do you hate?”
I shook my head at him and said, “You’re hopeless. Let’s see, I hate subtitles, I hate those artsy, indie movies….”
“Porn?”
“What?” I asked, laughing. “What about it?” I watched him dump the perfectly sliced tomatoes into the bowl and reach for a cucumber.
“Do you like porn?”
I felt my face go hot as I said, “I’ve never watched it.”
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Never? Really?”
“Really. Do you watch a lot of porn?”
“Not a lot, but you know I’m a guy. Guys do watch porn.”
“Hmm, do you like it?”
He finished the cucumber and put that in the bowl. He had a thoughtful look on his face and then he said, “It’s okay…when it’s all you can get.” I rolled my eyes again and bent over to check on the chicken. I felt him move over behind me and when I stood up, I felt his arms slip around my waist. He pulled me back into him and kissed my neck. My body felt like it melted into him whenever he touched me. He let go and I shuddered, I was cold all of a sudden. “Salad’s done. What now?”
“That’s it. The potatoes are finished and we’re just waiting on the chicken.”
“How much time until the chicken is ready?”
“Maybe ten minutes. Are you really hungry?”
“Not really. I just wanted to know if we had time to do this,” he pulled me back into him and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me and then he moved his lips down the side of my face and kissed my neck again and said, “And this…”
Breathlessly, I said, “I think there’s always time for all of that.”
We stood in the kitchen and kissed and touched and held onto each other until we almost burnt the chicken. It ended up turning out all right. He ate two pieces and raved about the potatoes. He of course also wanted me to rave about the salad, so I did. I did have to admit that it was the most nicely sliced and diced salad that I’d ever seen and that was a fact.
The next afternoon after he’d gone to the gym I found him on my doorstep holding an X-box 360 and a bag of video games. “Wanna play with me?” he said with a grin when I opened the door. I did, but I’m not sure we had the same game in mind.
“I’m not much of a gamer,” I told him. He grinned again and said, “Neither am I.” I knew he was lying when I watched him hook the box up to my dad’s complicated television set-up in like five seconds. He handed me a controller and I sat down next to him on the couch. I looked at the game that was loading up. It was a racing game and I realized that I had played it before, with Emma. Emma loved to drive and when she wasn’t driving, she was playing racing games. Damn her! If only she would have driven slower… “Okay, so you’re the pink car,” Ian said, interrupting my thoughts of Emma.
“What if I wanted to be the blue one?” I asked.
“Do you?”
“No, I just wondered why you designated me the pink one. You are a chauvinist, aren’t you?”
“It’s true,” he said putting his palms up. “I admit it. I’m a big, fat chauvinist. I think women are good for two things.”
I smiled at him and said, “And what two things are those?”
“Looking beautiful and being the smartest one in the room,” he said.
“Good answer.”
“I know, huh?” he said.
We played the game and he beat me, three times. No one could accuse him of cheating to let someone else win, that’s for sure. After we’d both had enough of that I said, “Do you have your shorts in the car?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The Simpson’s next door went to Hawaii and while they’re gone I’m watching the house, watering plants, stuff like that…”
“You want me to put on my shorts and help you water plants?”
“No, I was thinking we could sit in the Jacuzzi for a while.”
He grinned one of his lecherous grins and said, “I’ll be right back.” He went out to the car and grabbed his shorts. I sent him in the bathroom to change and by the time he came out I had slipped my suit on underneath my shorts and t-shirt. We went out the back door and through the gate to the neighbors. The Simpson’s were an older couple who were both retired now. I’d known them my whole life and when I was younger they used to pay me to house sit. Emma would come over and we would sit in the Jacuzzi sometimes until the middle of the night, eating junk food and dreaming out loud about who we would marry and what our lives would be like when we were grown. I looked over at Ian. Sometimes it was surreal to me that I was doing the things with him that I used to do with her…only on a very different level.
I checked all the plants and watered the ones that needed it, while Ian waited out on the patio for me. When I got back I found him already sitting on the side of the deck that surrounded it with his shirt off and his legs dangling into the water.
“Someone’s ready for a dip,” I said.
“I’ve been ready,” he said, “What’s taking you so long?”
I stripped off my shirt and shorts. His eyes widened when he saw me in my bikini. I felt my face flush and as I climbed up and into the water I noticed that he was still staring. Smiling, I said, “You’ve seen me naked you know.”
“I know. Believe me I haven’t forgotten a single inch of it either.”
We both sat down in the warm, bubbly water and he slipped his arm around me and pulled me over closer to him. We sat there like that for a long while and I would have been completely okay if that was as far as it went. It had been a week though and we saw each other every day. The tension had been building a little bit each time. I wasn’t upset when suddenly I felt his lips graze my neck. I leaned my head back to give him better access and he licked his way across it, stopping to suck or nibble every so often. He let his hand slide up and started feeling my breasts through the bikini top. It felt good, but I wanted more. I reached back and untied it, letting it fall down so my breasts were bare. My nipples were already hard and he didn’t waste any time going from my neck with his tongue to one of my nipples. As he sucked it and rolled it around on his tongue I slid my hand over and rested it on top of his erection. I let my hand move back and forth slowly through his shorts while he sucked and licked and nibbled on my nipples.
“Take these off,” I told him, tugging at his shorts. He didn’t hesitate. He stood up and sli
pped them off, laying them over the side of the tub. I moved closer while he was still standing and kissed his hard cock. He moaned and I slid my hand deeper between his legs and began gently massaging his balls as I opened my mouth and let his cock slip in between my lips. He groaned and reached for my hair. He wrapped his hands up in it and he used it to guide my head back and forth and he thrust himself in and out of my mouth. I was sucking hard and running my tongue along the underside as I did. I hadn’t taken my hand from his balls and I could feel them begin to grow and swell as his cock started twitching and swelling in my mouth.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum. You need to stop, Alexa…baby…” I didn’t stop. I continued my sucking and his resistance lasted all of a half a second before the hold he had on my hair tightened and he began moving in and out harder and faster. He let out a loud grunt as he came and I continued to suck and swallow him through the orgasm. When he finished, he dropped back down next to me. He pressed his forehead to mine and I could feel his body trembling. I loved knowing that I did that to him. His breathing was still labored as he looked at me eye to eye and said, “You’re incredible.”
I smiled. I was so glad he thought so. He kissed me, just rubbing his lips over mine softly and sexily. The warm water felt good and I leaned back into him again, still topless and enjoyed his hands rubbing across them as the water lapped against me. I felt his hand slide down across my belly and come to rest between my legs as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He let his fingers run up and down across my swimsuit clad pussy. My breathing quickened against his mouth and I spread my legs open further. He smiled against my face and slid his fingers around the leg hole of my bikini bottom and slipped two of them inside. I shuddered hard when I felt them come into contact with my engorged clit. He touched me, for a few seconds and then I felt him take his hand out and I wanted to scream.
“Take these off,” he said. I stood up and pulled them down. He let out a little growl as he looked at me and then putting his hands on my hips he turned me so I was facing away from him and then pulled me down on his lap. I felt his lips go directly to my neck and his left hand came up to cup my left breast and his right hand made its way back to that sweet spot between my legs. The first contact of his hand with my throbbing pussy caused me to gasp. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him. I could feel his cock growing hard again underneath me and his fingers making contact with my sensitive clit. He began rubbing in slow circles and pressing down against it.
"Oh...yes!” I breathed out. It felt so good. Ian was so good. “Oh God Ian! Oh yes baby, right there!”
He had his mouth pressed against the side of my face and as he rubbed me he said, “Does that feel good baby? Do you like it?”
“Oh God yes, oh my God, I love it!”
“Relax baby girl, let me make you feel good.”
I was trying to relax, but with his fingers rubbing against my clit and one hand still groping and massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples, it was hard. He slid a finger inside of me then, taking me up even a notch higher.
“Oh Ian!”
“What baby, you like that?” His voice was low and husky and oh so sexy.
“Oh fuck, oh yeah!”
“Tell me baby girl, tell me what you like.”
“I like your fingers inside of me…oh yeah just like that…oh my God it feels so good when you press against my clit like that. Oh God Ian, you’re killing me!”
I felt him smile just as he slid another finger in. He moved his hand over and started massaging the other breast and then I felt him bite down on my neck again and begin sucking. I was squirming around in his lap. I could feel his cock pressed against me now, hard and throbbing. His fingers were moving in and out of me and I bucked my hips to meet them. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so aroused before. This was so sexy. He pulled his head back up and pressed his face to mine. I could feel his warm breath and hear him panting now.
“Oh Ian, I’m gonna cum baby! Oh God!” He moved his fingers faster, sliding in a third as I rocked myself up and down and back and forth on his lap. I was moaning and mewling and maybe even purring a little bit. The sound of his voice while he fingered me was the sexiest part, I think. No one had ever talked to me while they were fucking me…not like Ian.
“That’s it baby, move that sweet ass where it feels good. Mm, you feel so good pressing against my cock.”
“Oh Ian, I’m gonna cum!” I breathed out again.
“Cum for me baby. Come on baby girl, cum for me.”
I cried out as I came…loud. I was so glad my dad was at work and there weren’t any neighbors on the other side. I couldn’t help it though. This man was unbelievable.
“Oh my God, Ian.”
“Feel good, baby girl?”
“So good. So, so good.”
He kissed the side of my face again and said, “Good, I’m so glad. I love making you feel good.”
I wiggled against him again and said, “What are we going to do about you? I didn’t bring a condom, did you?”
He laughed, “No baby. I thought we were just watering plants. Here, sit here next to me,” he said. He sat me on the other side of him and then he took my hand and put it over his cock. He closed his hand around mine and he started moving it. I was stroking against his skin and he was guiding my hand. It was so sexy. He’s so sexy. “Make me cum baby,” he told me. I gripped his shaft tighter and he gripped my hand harder and we began stroking it harder and faster together. I let my lips find his neck and I ran my tongue around it and down across his Adam’s apple and then to his chest and across his nipples, the whole time stroking with him.
Ian had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. He’d spread his legs wide open and our hands were moving faster now, urgently. I had my lips on one of his nipples when I felt his body start to tense. I moved my head down and laid it against his hard abs and I watched as our hands moved up and down together underneath the water. I felt him grow and swell again and when he started grunting and I knew that he was cumming again, I lowered my head and took him back into my mouth. He cried out then, loudly, and called out my name. I rode him through the orgasm and then I pulled my head back up to look at him. He was shaking hard now and he started kissing my face. He kissed my forehead and my cheeks and my lips and my chin…then he cupped my face in his hands, looked me in the eyes and said, “Oh My God!”
Over the next couple of weeks, we spent time together every day, mostly at my Dad’s house. He would come by after he went to the gym and hang out, sometimes have breakfast with me, or bring lunch and we’d eat on the patio if it was a nice day. We watched a lot of movies together and ate a lot of pizza and we talked a lot. We didn’t have sex when we were at Dad’s, but that was okay because it gave me time to realize that there was more to us than that. We also didn’t talk much about Emma until one afternoon when he came over and I was cleaning out the garage. He saw my old bike hanging on a nail on the wall. It was my first two-wheeler, pink and white with whitewall tires and a white basket on the front with pink flowers.
“Emma had that same bike,” he said.
I looked up at it and smiled. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I had it. I got mine when I turned eight. Emma got hers seven months before that for her seventh birthday…I was so jealous.”
“I remember when she got it. I was ten at the time and she wanted me to take her out and teach her how to ride it.”
“Did you?”
He laughed and I could see in his eyes that he was far away, back twelve years ago, teaching his little sister how to ride a bike. “Yeah, I did. It was like torture.”
“Why?”
“Because she would say, “Let go of me, I can do it myself,” and I would let go and she would fall. Then she would cry and I would say, “That’s it, I’m done,” so then she would cry some more and say she was going to tell Mom that I was being mean.”
Laughing, I said, “You poor thing. At least you didn’t have to teach her to drive.”
/> “I was already out of the house by then…but I remember how excited she was when she got her permit.”
“She wanted to drive everywhere. I don’t know how much trouble we got into because she just wouldn’t leave your parent’s cars alone.”
“And she forced you to go along?” he said, teasingly.
“I was a good friend. I couldn’t let her go alone….” Suddenly I got that feeling in my chest again. I hadn’t had it in a couple of weeks. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was like someone had removed one of my lungs and I just couldn’t get enough air. I was a good friend, I said. I couldn’t let her go alone, I said. But the facts were that I did let her go alone and she died.
“Alexa? Baby, are you okay?” I nodded, but I didn’t look up at Ian. If I did, I would see her face and I would lose it. I felt him next to me and he didn’t say a word. He just understood all of a sudden and he wrapped me up in a big hug and held me there until I stopped shaking and I was able to breathe again. After a bit I stepped back and said, “I’m okay now. Thank you. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, gently brushing my hair back out of my face and kissing my forehead. “It comes and goes in waves. I understand.”
“I need some water,” I told him. He followed me in and I got us both a bottle of water. We sat down at the table and I said, “Do you ever worry that we’ll forget her?”
He reached over and touched my hand. “No, we could never forget her.”
“Sometimes we go days without mentioning her at all. Is that bad? If she’s up there looking down on us, does she understand that even if we don’t say her name out loud, that we think about her every day?”
“I think so,” he said. “Life has to go on and that sucks, but that’s just the way it is. I think it’s what she would want. She loved life. She was full of energy and hope and all that good stuff. She wouldn’t want us sitting around talking about death all the time, or living in the past. You and I found a common bond with Emma…but now, we’re finding it with each other. That’s a good thing…I think.”
I don’t know if he was right or not, but I know that it felt right. I loved being with him and I’m not sure I could get through the bad days without him. I also loved that he said things like that and he made me believe that this “relationship” we had was about more than grieving for someone we both loved and it was more than sex…It was real and things that are real, last. I glanced up at the clock then and realized that it was getting late in the day. My dad would be home soon and although I loved him, today I wasn’t in a mood to share Ian. I wanted to be intimate with him. I wanted to spend the night with him and I was hoping that he would suggest it.
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