by Mia Ford
Now what are we planning for tonight, Andrea?
I allowed myself a small smile, then quickly raced into the bathroom to wash up. Within minutes I was under the covers in my panties and top, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the fact that I had the bed to myself.
The thought of packing my things and racing home played at the forefront of my mind. It was teasing me gently, a little devil of a voice urging me to get up, quickly, quietly, and hurry. No one would know. No one would be able to stop me. Just pack and leave.
What then?
Anything, really. My parents had died two years ago, first my mother to cancer, and then my father three months later to a heart attack. Some say he had died of a broken heart, unable to live without his wife. Bobby had told me that our father had never been the same again once mom was gone. I believed him. The two of them had been the poster children for what a happily married couple should look like.
Unlike my marriage to Dennis. Which was probably why they had reacted the way they did to me telling them that I was going to marry him. My parents must have seen the real Dennis years before I had. If only they had pushed a little harder. Been a little firmer in their decision to stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life.
Although I knew their insistence would have only made me want Dennis more. I could be stubborn like that sometimes.
Bobby would welcome me back. I mean, what were brothers for if not support during a time of crisis? I knew Bobby had calmed down. During my parents’ funeral, he had seen the signs, had told me to come home, and I had just shrugged it off and promised that everything was fine. Everything definitely was not fine.
Dammit, even the people at work had noticed.
I wonder if Kyle Hannigan noticed.
I closed my eyes, picturing Kyle with all his manliness in my mind. I saw him clearly, tall and blonde, flashing me that smile of his while his eyes slowly took me in. I could get lost in those eyes. I could stare into them for hours, days even.
I felt a soft tingle between my thighs and let out a long sigh as my body seemed to drown into the mattress. I had imagined myself with Kyle Hannigan countless times; more times than I could remember. And I was willing to bet that every woman in our office had at one point or another. Sometimes I even pictured him when I was with Dennis, closing my eyes and replacing my husband with the image of a better man, a gentler man, one who would please me as much as I pleasured him. I had only ever been with Dennis, and I had never believed that I could actually cheat on him, despite the countless times he cheated on me. But it didn’t hurt to imagine. On the contrary, it was the one thing that kept me going.
I closed my eyes, and a picture of Kyle immediately materialized before me. Standing at the end of the bed, smiling at me, a look of lust and love mixed on his features. The way his eyes traced the curves of my body, every inch of me hungrily taken in, only turned me on even more. That tingle between my thighs grew in intensity, spreading to the rest of me in heat waves. My breathing deepened, and I slowly opened my legs, giving him unhindered access to the one place I needed him the most.
In my mind, Kyle slowly undressed. I bit my lip as his naked body stood before me, every inch of him chiseled to perfection, the lines of his muscles gently interweaving into an entanglement of yumminess. I opened my legs wider, pulling my knees up just enough for him to slide in between my thighs. He took the invitation, crawling onto the bed and slowly lowering himself until all I could see was that gorgeous head of blonde hair.
I imagined Kyle to be gentle. To take his time. To keep going forever until he had me begging for more. In my mind, his tongue was like a silken piece of heaven, and when he’d pull my panties to a side and thrust his tongue between my wet lips I’d moan in bliss. He never failed to deliver.
Tonight, his tongue drew portraits across my pussy. Moving up and down, circling my clit and flicking at it, driving me insane. It found its way inside me, gently circling until I began to buck my hips against his face, slowly yet urgently. Wanting more. So much more. My fingers entangled in his hair, pressing his face into me, my clit rubbing against his nose, his tongue sending shivers up and down my spine. I didn’t want it to stop. I needed this to keep going for as long as it could.
And just as I came close to coming, he grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted my hips up higher and ravaged me with such intensity that my orgasm hit like a hurricane. Legs shaking, moans bordering on screams of pleasure, fingers pulling at his hair as my body seemed to stiffen and relax at the same time.
“That was beautiful,” I whimpered to the empty room.
But Kyle was there. In my mind, he was always there. I could see him looking up at me with a wide smile on his face, slowly crawling up my body until his eyes were only inches from mine, where our lips gently grazed each other’s, a forbidden kiss I wished could be real. I reached down between us, grabbed his cock gently in my hand and stroked it. Slowly. Passionately. Knowing that having him inside me would be more pleasurable than anything I could ever imagine.
He kissed me. Traced his lips down my neck. Squeezed my breasts and hungrily sucked at my nipples. My hand moved faster, a part of me wanting him to do it already, to stick his cock inside me and give me the fuck of a lifetime. I played it out, kept my hand where it was, and just lost myself in what he was doing to my breasts.
“Fuck me, Kyle,” I whispered. “Do it now, please, now!”
He pushed inside me with one long thrust, his cock spreading my pussy wide, my breath catching in my throat. He pushed deeper, filling me up completely, my pussy squeezing down on him in an attempt to keep him inside forever. He began to move, slowly at first, his every inch sending bolts of electricity through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the heels of my feet pressed against his ass, pushing him back into me every time he pulled out.
His pace quickened, his thrusts become deeper and faster, until he was pounding me for all his worth. I screamed in pleasure, lights flashing on and off in my head as he fucked me. His urgency turned me on even more, and I pulled him to me, hugging him and scratching at his back. The bed springs sang out in blissful harmony as we moved, and a part of me thought that he would fuck me so hard, the bed would collapse underneath us. He was good. Very good. Incredible, even. And I was hit with one orgasm after the other.
“Fuck me, Kyle!” I screamed, and he was more than eager to comply. I had no idea how long we would go, but in my mind, it lasted all night. He would stop in the middle, giving me a chance to catch my breath, teasing me with his cock before ramming it inside me again. And it went on and on, as if there would be no end to the pleasures I was feeling. I bucked my hips up against him, took him in deeper when I could, begged him to fuck me harder and faster. In my head, he was always willing to give more, to do more.
My last orgasm hit me so hard, I felt the world around me spin out of control. My head swirled, my eyes rolled back in their sockets, and my body shuddered. Waves of pleasure washed over me, embracing me in their warmth, the heat of my body forcing me to sweat into the sheets despite the ominous chill that lingered in the house. I felt incredible.
When I had finally caught my breath, I slowly opened my eyes and waited for the room to stop spinning. The lights were out, the only illumination coming in through the window from the streetlights outside. My body was drenched in sweat, my breaths uneven and my heart pounding in my chest.
I was gushing. My fingers were buried inside me, my panties now a wet mess I would have to change. I pulled my hand back, a quick shudder hitting me when my fingers grazed my clit, and I slowly allowed my body to relax. I closed my eyes again, allowing this short bout of bliss to envelope me completely before I knew I would have to get up and change.
My cellphone rang, the shrillness scaring me and bringing me back to the real world a little too quickly. I rolled over and grabbed it.
“Where the fuck are you?” Dennis screamed from the other line.
“I’m sorry, I was–”
“Save it!” Dennis interrupted. “Get your ass over here and pick me up. This asshole won’t give me my car keys.”
He was drunk, his words slurring and forcing me to concentrate just to understand what he was saying. A part of me had wished he would actually find some slut at the bar and spend the night with her in a motel, away from me, leaving me to enjoy one peaceful night alone.
“Did you hear what I fucking said?” he screamed, and I winced.
“I’m on my way,” I whispered.
“Hurry the fuck up!”
He hung up. I sat in bed for a few seconds, my mind racing until tears began to flow down my face.
I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t take another night of abuse. I knew exactly what would happen. I knew that, if the verbal abuse didn’t kill me on the drive back home, the physical one would be too much to bear. He was already angry, and it was typical Dennis to take that anger out on me. Picking him up meant delivering myself to a beating. Not picking him up would probably be worse.
Then get the fuck out. Leave. He’s not coming home any time soon. There’s a window of opportunity here.
I bit my lip, trying to control my sobs, and briefly glanced at the closet. In five minutes, Dennis was going to call me to make sure I was on my way. It would be another fifteen minutes before he called a cab, seething with anger on the ride back and ready to bash my skull in with his fists.
I had less than half an hour.
I hesitated for the briefest of moments, unsure of whether or not I should finally listen to the small voice in the back of my head. Then I quickly jumped out of bed, pulled my suitcase out of the closet, and began packing in a hurry.
I had half an hour.
Chapter 4: Andy
Hannah showed up at my door just as expected. Early, impatient, and immediately scanning my apartment for signs of last night.
She was like a bloodhound. Could smell pussy from a mile away, and always managed to call me out on my sexcapades. It didn’t matter if I had been fucking a girl last night, or a week before. She always knew, and to be frank, it scared me sometimes. There were nights I imagined Hannah standing by my bed while I slept, knife in hand, ready to cut off my cock. Why I had gotten myself involved with her in the first place was beyond me.
Because she’s great in bed. And has the breasts of a Greek goddess.
Both true, but not enough to make up for the Pandora’s Box of craziness that was lodged somewhere in that head of hers. The first time I had introduced her to Bobby, he had waited patiently until she excused herself to go to the bathroom, then turned to me and told me to get out while I still had all my body parts. I had laughed it off. In retrospect, I probably should have taken him much more seriously.
“Where is she?” Hannah asked after a quick inspection of the living room. It had taken her only five minutes and one room to figure it out. I was in the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee and almost spilling half of it.
“Who?” I asked.
“The hussy you were with last night.”
I turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “What hussy?”
Hannah pointed an angry finger at me. “Don’t start with me, Andy. I know you had someone here last night.”
“You’re imagining things again,” I shot back, already beginning to fume in frustration. I shouldn’t have been acting this way. It was none of her fucking business who I brought home. We had agreed a long time ago that we wouldn’t be exclusive, but apparently, she had come to the crazy conclusion that the rule only applied to her. And I was playing along.
“Stop treating me like I’m some nutcase,” Hannah hissed. “Just man up and tell me who she is. Another college student? Were you drilling holes in younger fields, Andy?”
“Okay, first of all,” I said, turning around and shooting her an annoyed look, “where I drill holes is none of your fucking business. Second of all, you’re the one who wanted an open relationship, remember? It’s not like you’re fucking Mother Teresa, okay.”
Hannah screamed in frustration and threw her purse at me, narrowly missing my head as it hit the cabinet behind me then fell on the coffee machine. I jumped back when it toppled off the counter and smashed into pieces on the floor, coffee spreading everywhere.
“What the fuck, Hannah?” I yelled.
“You asshole!” she screamed at me, racing past the kitchen counter and throwing punches at me. “You fucking bastard! I do everything for you, and you don’t even have the respect to tell me you’re fucking other women!”
I grabbed her wrists, turned her around and pulled her into an embrace that left little room for her to move. She fought my hold, reminding me that she was a lot stronger than she looked, but I kept her in place.
“No one was here!” I yelled at her. “For fuck’s sake, just calm down!”
“You’re a fucking liar, Andy!”
“I said, calm down!”
She struggled a little more, but eventually gave up completely and just stood there limp in my arms. After a few seconds of silence, her shoulders began to shake, and I could hear soft sobs escaping her lips. It wasn’t like Hannah to show weakness, and although she was crying now, she would do everything she could not to show it. I didn’t dare turn her around. She’d scratch my eyes out if I let her go.
“Nobody was here,” I said, kissing her head. “I promise. Just you, baby.”
She sobbed a little more, sniffed loudly, then nodded. “Let me go,” she whispered. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, still hesitant.
“Let go, Andy,” she said. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have.”
I believed her, so I let her go.
She pushed away from me, hit me with her elbow for good measure, then walked back into the living room. She kicked off her shoes and began pulling her shirt off.
“Woah, slow down,” I said.
She stopped and turned to me, her shirt around her neck and giving me a full view of her beautiful breasts behind a lace, black bra. I felt myself start getting harder instantly.
“I have to be at work in half an hour,” I said.
She dropped the shirt and shot me an angry glare. “Since when did that stop you?”
“Since the Chief’s started giving me crap after last night.”
She frowned. “You’re a hero,” she said. “The great Andy Stetson.”
“The Chief seems to think otherwise,” I smiled. “I think he used the word reckless and hotheaded a few times, too.”
Hannah looked at me, her eyes boring into mine, trying to figure out if I was lying or not. The truth was, last night had taken me out of it, and if she did drag me to bed, she would tell instantly that my mind and body weren’t into it.
Hannah clicked her tongue, pulled her shirt off and threw it onto the couch, and began unbuttoning her jeans as she made her way towards the bedroom. “You have two minutes to get your ass inside,” she said.
I sighed, ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the mess on the floor. One day I was going to have to find a way to get rid of her without having to worry about being run over while crossing an intersection.
I shook my head and followed her into the bedroom.
***
“She’s got your balls in a jar by her bed,” Bobby joked.
The station was usually quiet during the nightshift. Mansfield wasn’t a town prone to sudden fires, last night being an exception to the rule. So, most of the work was slow, usually devoted to cleaning the trucks, inspecting the equipment and making sure everything was okay, and of course lazy card games while half the crew dozed off. Of course, on the nights when the Chief was around, we all brought our A game. Fortunately, this was not one of those nights.
“I resent that remark,” I said, closing the hood of the engine I was inspecting and cleaning my hands on a rag. “I’d like to think it’s pity. That’s why I put up with her. Pure pity.”
“Right,” Bobby winked. “I mean, I’d be devastated, too, if I had
to have sex with her every day to keep her calm. The amount of effort that goes into something like that, I mean, really. So much hard work and devotion.”
“Fuck you, Bobby,” I smiled.
Bobby laughed and slumped down on the couch we had propped against one wall of the station’s garage. It was a haggard, old thing, a save from an office fire a few months back. The only thing that hadn’t gone up in flames, and we decided to adopt it. It was a survivor, much like the men who worked in this station, and some of us saw ourselves in it.
“So, she had no idea about college girl?” Bobby asked.
I shrugged. “She guessed it, was pretty damn sure about it for a while.” I pulled up a chair and propped my legs up on the couch. “Besides, I think I rose to the occasion pretty well.”
“Took her down with your fire hose?”
“You need to remember that we’re not in junior high anymore,” I said.
“Speaking of which,” Bobby yawned. “What are you going to do about the reunion? Show up with Boobs McCrazy?”
“I’m thinking I might just pass on going altogether,” I admitted.