by Ashlee Price
And then one day, Danny made a sudden disappearance…
He’d gone for a while without returning my texts, so during my lunch break I tried calling him.
No answer.
I waited until after work, then I tried calling him again.
Still no answer.
Not wanting to seem too clingy, yet worried all the same, I drove over to his place that evening, knocking on the door, but there was no one home. Cautiously, I used my spare key to get inside and peered around his apartment for signs of life, but it was empty, devoid of human presence, and I was left dumbstruck, fear welling up inside me.
Three days passed, during which I didn’t hear a single word from him.
And then, at last, I got a phone call, relieved to hear the sound of his voice over the line, but then immediately swept under by dread.
He was at the hospital.
He’d been shot…
I rushed to go and see him, stumbling through the door, and for a brief moment a feeling of elation coursed through me, just knowing he’d survived, that he was still alive, that there was hope…
And yet, quickly enough, any notion of relief was overtaken by dread, and to some extent, hatred… I hated him, for risking everything, putting himself, and frankly, me, in harm’s way. I stared, transfixed at him, and although my urge was to run over and hug him, to kiss him on the lips, I just couldn’t do this anymore…
I walked up to him slowly, and he leaned forward expectantly, stopping to grunt, as pain coursed through his body – he’d been shot in the shoulder, and was all bandaged up.
I shook my head at him, trying to lower his expectations.
“I’m sorry…” said, still shaking. Feeling disgusted with myself for what I was about to do, yet knowing inwardly that it needed to be done all the same. “I’m sorry, but… This just can’t go on…” I said.
“What?” he asked, blinking. “Babe, come on…”
“No…” I repeated. “No, I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. I thought I could, but I can’t. I care about you too much, regardless of what it might seem like right now. But I’m done… As long as you keep working, doing the same thing that you’ve been doing, putting your life at risk every day, I’m finished… I’m sorry…”
I leaned in, kissed him on the forehead, but then quickly hurried off, not wanting to allow myself to fall prey to his protestations.
“Babe… Heather, wait!” he called after me.
But it was too late. I was gone.
I was the good girl once more…
Chapter 5
The weeks passed, and after a few intentionally missed calls from him, I’d heard nothing more from Danny, thinking that that chapter of my life was now over.
I didn’t much like it, but the fact of the matter was that now I needed to pick up and continue where I’d left off, marching onward across the straight and narrow, and sticking with it this time around.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, I reasoned… I may have hated my job, my circumstances, and just about everything else, but at least it was safe. At least I didn’t have to worry about getting plugged with lead on a day to day basis…
Good may have been boring, dispassionate, but it was safe… And I should be happy with that.
Yet I wasn’t…
No matter how hard I tried to live with my decision to leave Danny behind, I found myself inevitably back at the bar where the two of us had first met, drinking my cares away. My eyelids were teetering, my constitution faltering big time, and God, I felt so lonely…
When suddenly, just as before, the bartender sat another free drink down in front of me.
“From the man across the bar,” he said.
And there he was…
I hesitated, but allowed him to come up to me.
“I’m sorry…” he said, “For everything… But I’m out now, I swear to God… I’ve been missing you, all this time, and after what happened, I… I just realized how alone I was in the world, and I just couldn’t go on without you by my side. No amount of easy money was worth that sacrifice… I’ve learned my lesson the hard way… I’ve changed, I’m trying to go back to school now… But it would mean so, so much to me, if I had you by my side in the process…”
I stared long and deep into his eyes, my body lighting up – and I realized just how much I’d missed him in that moment…
The two of us were on one another like mad, desperately making out, pushing our tongues into one another, lapping and licking, caressing and squeezing, anxiously making up for lost time, and neither of us able to get enough of one another, no matter how desperately we tried.
We stumbled eagerly, desperately into the restroom of the bar, needing one another with a burning passion in that moment, and we slammed and locked the door shut behind us. He tore me greedily out of my clothes, ravishing my breasts with kisses, worshiping my curves as he unzipped his pants and pulled himself out into the open, grinding his molten cock up against my body.
He bent me over the sink, and began to push his fingers into me, then knelt down, and stabbed me with his tongue. He ate me hungrily, licking my pussy, squeezing my ass in his hands as he clung on for dear life, and I loved the sight of my face, pressed up against the mirror as it was while he devoured me, filling me up with sensations, making me moan, right there, audibly, in a public place.
It wasn’t quite on the same level as drug dealing, of course, but I decided that it was just about the precise level of naughtiness I was looking for in my life just at that moment…
He licked me to climax, and once I’d finished screaming, he mounted me – taking a very different route from the one he generally went for.
Sensations pumped through my body as he slowly ground his cock up my anus, a bad boy as he was and still needing this little extra thrill to sustain himself. God, it felt wonderful, as at last he buried himself deep inside up my ass, and I breathed a heavy sigh as I struggled happily to contain him.
And he began to fuck me wildly, like an animal, smashing his body repeatedly up into me. Thrusting, pushing, humping insanely, the sink clattering as we screwed up against it, rattling on its hinges, my toes curling up as my buttocks clenched around him, the sensations ungodly, wonderful as hell, causing me to shriek like a banshee and making stars flash before my eyes.
Finally, he finished up, holding steadily up into my body, and ejaculating inside me. Pulse after pulse of his hot, molten cum, filling me to the brim, and causing me to roar as the orgasm burned through me like wildfire. Anal climax tore through my body, an experience that I’d not yet known in my plain, vanilla lovemaking, yet the sensations were powerful beyond description, making my head spin, causing a dirty little smile to spread wide across my lips in the mirror.
He pulled out of me at last, and the two of us kissed wildly, passionately, reunited at last, and ready to pick right back up where we’d left off before. I’d brought out the best in him, and him the naughtiest in me, so that at last we’d struck the perfect balance between good and bad in our lives.
And as we kissed, staring deep into one another’s eyes as we made plans to go back to his apartment and continue things properly, I felt far happier, more content, and more optimistic about my life than I had been in quite some time.
THE END
Firefighter Seeks Wife
Chapter 1
Cal was getting to the stage in life where he was ready to settle down. He had just had his thirty fifth birthday and it got him thinking about what else he wanted out of life. He wanted a wife and kids like everyone else, but he didn’t have the time to look. The truth was that after working 60-70 hours a week as a firefighter, the only thing he had time for was sleeping and eating. Cal didn’t even have time to clean his house, having to hire a maid to come in a couple of times a week.
He was beginning to think that he was always going to be alone, but then one of his buddies at work told him how he found his wife Ivanka. It was something that Cal has heard of, but he didn�
��t really think it happened in real life.
“Thomas, I am glad it worked for you, but I just don’t like the idea of it.”
“Why?”
“Because it is like buying a bride, isn’t it?”
“Not at all. It’s pretty simple. They want to come here and they want to be American, we need wives.”
“But you don’t even know them.”
“I didn’t know Ivanka and it has worked out. We have been married for over five years now and I can honestly say that it was the single best thing that I ever did.”
Cal tried not to judge him. He was overweight and though he had a
heart of gold, he had never been very popular with the ladies. It made him think that he didn’t need to go to all of that trouble. Cal was a good looking man and whenever he did go out to the bar, he had no trouble bringing home a woman. But the time after, the trying to date and get in touch, finding dates where they are both free, just never really works out. There was only a few of them that he had really wanted to pursue something with.
“I’m telling you Cal. You would find someone in no time. Good looking guy like yourself, they would be fighting to get over here for you.”
“How long did it take you?”
“Start to finish, we met and married within six months.
Five of them was when she was here. You have to live together a while to see if you are compatible before you get married. You don’t have to of course, if she is willing, but I have heard some guys have bad experiences as well.”
Thomas gave Cal the web address and told him some of the tips that he had found useful. Cal only half-listened, still convinced that he didn’t need that kind of thing. He wanted a wife, but not in that way. He didn’t want to have to buy his wife, he wanted love. Could someone that he just met, really love him? And could he love her? Cal wasn’t so sure.
He did take the piece of paper with the web address and after fighting the urge, he finally got his phone out and started to check out the site. It was kind of like a dating website that he had tried before, but the stakes were a whole lot higher. Most of the girls were from out of country and all of them were beautiful to him. It was weird though, like choosing a woman from a catalogue. It just didn’t seem right. He put his phone away and went to bed. His mind on the idea of ordering a bride like his friend suggested. His dreams were filled with one actually coming to him through the mail.
The next morning, he went back to the address and scrolled through some of the women that were looking for American men. Thomas had told him a little about it, that he had to put up a profile and a pic. Then he should just contact the women that he liked and go from there. He just didn’t get, how it was supposed to go from hey to let’s get married without ever meeting, touching. But he was desperate and lonely, so he made a profile and hoped for the best.
With the start of winter closing in around the small town in North Carolina, there were more fires than usual with everyone pulling out old heaters. One family had almost killed themselves with a propane heater and by the end of the day, Cal felt like he had worked a week. It was always bad that time of year, but it seemed worse for some reason, like it was worse than it had ever been before.
Thomas was driving the truck back to the base when he asked about the wife hunting. Cal eventually agreed that he had at least put a profile up, but was still not ready to go into more details. It was kind of embarrassing, but he had to admit that Thomas may be a lot of things, but he was happy. He got to go home to a wife and young baby, a home cooked meal. Cal wanted the same thing and he found himself a little jealous that he had nothing to go home to. He couldn’t even have a dog because he wasn’t home enough to feed it.
When he got home that evening, to the silence and the television, he checked his mail from the site and was surprised to find a message. There was actually more than one, but there was only one that was in English.
“Very handsome man. Why do you need a wife here?”
There was nothing else, but a picture of a beautiful blonde beauty smiling back at him. He liked the directness of her, as well as the fact that she could actually at least speak enough to type it out. Cal sent her a message back. His was just as short and to the point. “Work too much as a firefighter. No time to find a wife.”
His fingers hovered over the enter button for a while, debating if he should send or not. He finally did and expected to hear something the next day. He went to bed, with only a few hours before he had to get up and do it all over again.
Right before he had nodded off completely, he heard his phone buzz and he opened it up to find a message from the woman, Ana. “I need husband, you need wife. Seems simple to me.”
That was it. He just stared at the screen for several minutes. Then another message came through and he almost jumped with the notification sound. “You there? Call me.”
***
She left a number and Cal just stared at it much as he had the text. He had wondered how it would happen so fast and apparently that was how.
They talked for several hours and at the end of the conversation, she was planning a trip. It happened that quickly, but there was the question of would the conversation be enough and would it translate to when they actually met? Cal still wasn’t so sure, but he looked forward to something more. He looked forward to somehow ending up like Thomas, happily in love.
She couldn’t make it till the next week and Cal was a bundle of nerves. He knew that they didn’t have to marry, but it was a lot of pressure. Ana was willing to go across the world to meet him, so there was definitely a little pressure. Cal kept the good news to himself, not just embarrassed in a way, but he didn’t want to jinx it either. There was always going to be someone that would have something to say about it, the slight judgment, but he didn’t want all the negativity to go into his head. He really enjoyed their conversation and he just wanted to focus on her.
When the day finally arrived, he was almost vibrating with nerves. He had somehow wrangled the day off with Thomas’ help and after standing in front of the mirror for an hour, he drove to the airport in town and waited for Ana.
Chapter 2
Ana was as nervous as Cal. She was coming to a new country and though his pictures showed Cal as handsome and young, she had heard stories of women getting to America and who they thought they were going to meet, turned out to be someone else entirely. She had looked at his pictures several times, hoping that he was who he said he was.
The plane touched down and Ana was a bundle of nerves. Her stomach tightened as she walked into the airport, hoping that Cal would be there waiting for her. When she caught his gaze, her heart thudded into her chest. It was him and he was more devastatingly handsome then she had thought. Why would someone like this, need a mail-order bride? Her concern then was if he had some secret needs that others found hard. There had been a lot of those too.
“Hello Cal.”
“Hi, Ana. You are even more beautiful than your pictures.”
She thanked him, her blue eyes finding it hard to hold his gaze. It was the way he looked at her, with hunger that she had never felt before. “I’m surprised as well. You are a very good looking man.”
He was tall, dark and handsome. He offered to take her bags and she thanked him again. Everything just seemed too perfect. He was too perfect.
“I’ve gotten the day off today, but I have to go in tomorrow, so I was hoping we could get you settled in today. I was hoping that I would have more time off, but it seems that it is impossible to get time off right now.”
“I understand. You must work. You get some days off, yeah?”
“Yes, usually one a week.”
“That’s good. Will you let me work?”
He shrugged, not even thinking about it. “If you want to. I make enough for the both of us, but I wouldn’t stop you if that is what you want to do.”
Ana liked that answer. Not because she had any intentions of getting a job, but she liked that there was an
option if she wanted to.
They rode home the rest of the way in silence and Ana was in for more surprises when they got there. To her, it seemed like a mansion, but he assured her that it wasn’t. “Just typical around here. The fire station makes sure that all their employees live close, so I was given a good offer on this place because of the location.”
She nodded, but it was getting better by the minute. It really was hit or miss with those kinds of things and Ana always heard the whispers that put the fear in all women that decided to find a man in another country. It seemed that she had hit the jackpot in a way. Cal was more than she ever could have imagined. He was handsome, kind, gentle. Those were qualities that usually didn’t go together.
They got inside the house and she asked to use his phone to call her family.
“You don’t have a cell phone?”
She shook her head that she didn’t. Cal showed her where the phone was and went to bring her bags into her new room. Cal didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, so he thought that for the time being while they were getting to know each other, she should have her own room to go to instead of sharing a bed with him. As soon as he had seen her, he hardened in his pants, she was beautiful, but he knew he had to take his time or he may scare her away.
He heard her talking quickly in Russian and though he had started to learn what he could, he still did not understand half of what she was saying. She came back into the living room after she was done and
asked where her bags were.
“I put them in your room, so you can get settled. Then we can do whatever you want, get something to eat, go see some sights, whatever you want.”
“But this is your day off.”
“Yes and I want you to be happy. Whatever you want to do.”
Ana wasn’t prepared for such an offer and she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. It had gone so much different in her head. He showed her where her room was and she was a bit confused.