We walk through an arch columned entryway and into the largest kitchen I have ever seen in person with an attached butler pantry. There is fireplace number four. Marble countertops everywhere and an island that looks like it can seat a dozen people. I imagine it’s the epicenter of the family gatherings. I notice two very attractive girls of very different ages. They look up as we walk in the room and open their arms towards Nick.
“Nick, you made it.” The beautiful younger girl says as she hugs Nick. The older female stands behind her waiting her turn.
“Of course we made it. Ana, Julia I want you to meet Alexandra,” Nick reaches for my hand and pulls me close to him.
This time I opt out of extending my hand and I go with just a smile and a thrilled to meet you both salutation because two other females come in and stand directly behind Nick’s sisters. I also, glimpse four men sitting on a large couch in the adjacent room, so I assume introductions will be like rapid fire. Nick gestures over his sister’s shoulders, “And this is Randi, James’s wife, and Maya, Andrew’s wife. The beautiful woman at the sink is Neela. Neela has been with my family for forty years; she helps my mom keep everything running smoothly.”
Again, I go with a simple smile, and a nice to meet you, and congratulations to Maya, who is very pregnant.
Nick holds my hand as he guides me into the large adjacent room. From the kitchen, you can see the entire room. There are only half bookshelves and more columns between this room and the kitchen. The men stand up and each one shakes my hand before Nick introduces them to me. As they sit back down Nick points to each guy. “Alexandra, I’d like you to meet Robert, Julia’s husband, Andrew, my brother, Dean, Ana’s boyfriend, and James, my other brother.”
I can see the resemblance in all of Nick’s siblings except for Julia. Julia is the only one who looks like the mother. The other’s all have the deep green eyes and chestnut color hair like the father and his height, but Julia is brown hair with brown eyes, and though she is not short, she doesn’t have her father’s height.
My initial thought is how beautiful they all are. I have a slight tinge of regret as I think about how Nick and I would have made such beautiful babies. I wish I was younger so I could give him a big family, and if he only wanted children.
After Nick makes the introductions, Theodore asks us for our drink orders. Nick turns to me first, “Baby, are you up for a cocktail?”
“Oh that’s right Alexandra you had a severe case of the stomach flu a few weeks back. We have sparkling water, would you like that to start and then ease into some wine?” I think its sweet that Nick talks about me, us, to his parents.
“Yes, please, that would be perfect,” Nick asks his dad to make him a Manhattan, so Theodore steps away to get busy on our drink order.
Katherine gestures to us to have a seat at the island. “So Alexandra, Nick tells us you have a house in New Jersey. Are you originally from New Jersey?” Katherine’s voice is soothing and motherly. I like her immediately.
“I was born in Arlington, Virginia, but was only there for two years. And then I lived at the Jersey shore until I was six and then moved up to Northern New Jersey until I was eighteen.”
“Because of college?” Katherine's asks as her eyes squint. I wonder if Nick told his parents about my past. He must have because Katherine looks at me with pity in her eyes.
“Yes, I went to college in Boston. I stayed there until I was twenty-five. I moved back to this area for a job. And I staked my flag in Haworth, NJ.”
Nick’s sister Julia chimes in, “Your family moved around a lot.” Obviously, Nick hasn’t spoken to Julia about me, at least not in details.
Before I can respond, Katherine steps up, “Well Julia, most families don’t squat in one house their entire lives, I think we are the exception in this scenario, not Alexandra.”
“You can call me Alex.” I feel such warmth towards Nick’s mom. You can tell right away she is untainted. Life has been kind to her. There is innocence I see in her I feel I lack.
“And you can call me Kate.”
An hour into the evening and I feel very comfortable. I spent most of the time talking to the women of Nick’s family. They all are strong woman with very definite opinions. It might be her age, but Ana seems to have the most to say about everything. Ana is the way I wish I were at her age. Nothing heavy seems to weigh on her shoulders. She's all light and airy.
Julia reminds me of myself. We are the same age, only a year’s difference, and with that, age comes silence. The older one gets, the less one feels the need to rattle on.
Nick sits in the room adjacent to the kitchen, the room they call the great room, with the rest of the men watching baseball on the large flat screen television that hangs above the fireplace. Every so often, we glance over at each other. I think he’s getting sloshed, and I smile as his father hands him another drink.
It’s as if he reads my mind, because he walks over to where I sit, and moves his hand under my hair to touch the skin at the back of my neck. He leans into my ear and whispers, “You look so hot. I plan on getting drunk tonight and have my way with you when we get home.” Nick leaves a soft kiss on my ear.
I swallow and smile but decide not to respond, but the thought makes me horny.
I barely drink my first glass of wine. After the flu, I have no taste for it. Though, I enjoy watching Nick get inebriated. He deserves to let loose; it’s been a tough couple of weeks. I look forward to seeing how inebriated Nick has his way with me.
Kate announces that dinner is ready as she gestures to the dining room, “I hope you don’t mind I chose to eat inside, instead of the backyard, because I don’t want our dinner disturbed by the bugs.”
Kate wrote each of our names on a decorative place card. Nick is in the seat right next to his father who sits at the head of the table, next to me is Julia. I assume Kate put Julia and I next to each other because we have the most in common because of our age.
After we settle down, Theodore stands up with his glass raised. “I want to say a few things before we eat. First, I want to thank Neela and my beautiful wife for another perfect dinner.” Theodore pauses and chokes up a little, “Next, I want to say how happy and thankful I am to have my entire family here, and that we all have remained so close. And how happy we are for Nick and Alexandra.” Theodore turns towards us, but addresses me directly, “Alexandra, you are the first girl Nick brought home, so we know how special you are to him.”
Nick puts his hand on my thigh under the table, “Thank you, Theodore, I’m happy to be here.” I fight back the tears.
“And then I want to thank God because all of this would not be possible without Him. Now let’s enjoy our meal.” Everyone raises his or her glass in agreement.
The night is perfect. Dinner was delicious. Neela and Kate are incredible cooks. The conversation was lively during dinner. Kate shared a few stories of Nick as a little boy and some of their funnier family vacations.
After dinner we all sit in the great room, the men set up at a card table in the corner playing poker while the women gather around the coffee table.
We listen to Ana talk about the vacation to Paris her and Dean planned for next month. Maya talks about all the preparations for the baby’s room and Randi details the progress on the renovations at her and James’s new house. Julia doesn’t say much. I get the impression she is tired, and she verifies it with a rather large yawn. “Robert, honey, I think I’m ready for bed.”
“Okay guys, I’m out.” Robert drops his cards on the table and stands and stretches.
Nick follows Robert’s lead. “Alexandra, I’m going to call Mike.” I shake my head in agreement and stand to help Anna, who clears the teacups from the table. Everyone seems in agreement. It’s been an enjoyable night, but it’s late.
Nick helps me bring the teacups into the kitchen. I stand in front of the sink when Nick presses his body into me. He nuzzles his nose into my hair and wraps his arms around my waist. “I can’t wait t
o get you home.”
I giggle because he seems so young when he’s drunk. “Nick as long as you wait until we get home.”
He moves my hair to expose my neck. I feel his warm breath on my neck and goose bumps cover my skin. “I’m not making any promises.”
“Nick you are cute when you're inebriated.”
“Aren’t I always cute?”
“Yes, just a different kind of cute.”
“I’ll take it.” Just as Nick gets a little too fresh with his hands, his brother- in- law walks into the kitchen.
“Okay, you two love birds, Julia and I are leaving.”
Nick peels away from me. He takes my hand while we walk towards the large foyer where everyone gathers to say goodbye. Kate gives me a long hug, and again, whispers in my ear how happy she and Theo are for Nick and I. I thank her for everything, and before I say anything more, Nick wraps his arm around my waist. “Mike is here.”
Nick kisses his mom and shakes his dad’s hand while engaging in a one-arm hug, and we are out the door.
I look back one more time to wave at Nick’s parents standing in the doorway wrapped in each other's arms. I felt so comfortable around them especially Nick’s mom, Kate. I now understand how she could raise five children. She has a natural motherly instinct. I felt it instantly, and I’m sure anyone in her presence can feel her warmth.
Nick waves Mike off as Nick opens the car door himself and steps aside for me to enter the car before him. I step into the back seat. Nick wastes no time; his hands are on my ass. “You look so good in those white pants. I’ve been checking out your ass all night. Are you wearing underwear?”
“Yes, but it’s a G-string, so you don’t see panty lines.” I whisper so Mike can’t here.
Nick whispers back, “I want you to keep the G-string on while I fuck you from behind.” As if possible, Nick is even more sexually intense when drunk. This should be different.
“Mike, you know I love you man, but I need to have my way with my woman.”
Mike let’s out a deep belly laugh. The darkened privacy window hums upward.
Nick’s breath smells musky and sweet like a rich whiskey. He moves his warm, wet mouth over my neck. When he reaches my ear, he breathes into it and releases a satisfied moan. My skin moves and I feel it deep and low in my belly. His finger traces the other side of my neck. “Alex, you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and warm.” Nick moves his hand under my shirt and around to my back. I turn towards him and our lips touch. I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him in deeper. Our tongues move in each other’s mouth. I can feel the wetness between my legs.
Nick slides his hand down my side to the top of my leg. He separates my thighs, and his hand roams until he finds my warm, sweet spot and whispers my name in want. He rubs his hand up and down over my pants stimulating my clit. I pull his hand away, “Nick, not here.”
“Not here?”
“No, I’m too self-conscious that Mike can hear us.”
Nick presses the button to open the privacy window, “Mike, are we almost there?”
“Yes, sir, two blocks.”
Nick turns to me like he’s conceded an election, all disappointed. “Okay, not here.”
I laugh, “We’re only two blocks away.”
We say goodbye to Mike and walk into Nick's home and head straight for the kitchen.
Nick pours us two glasses of water as I watch him try not to spill. I make small talk about the evening. Nick doesn’t respond. He stares at me, his eyes hungry. I put my glass down on the marble countertop.
“Nick, what are you thinking?” I know I’m in trouble, his expression reads very dirty thoughts.
“Alex, I want to have you right here. I want you to take all your clothes off except your heels and that G-string.”
I stare at him and say nothing. I start by sliding my shirt off above my head. I hand it to Nick. He throws it onto the other side of the island where it lands on a barstool. Then I reach around, unsnap my bra, and slide each strap off my arm one at a time. I hand it to Nick. It joins my top. Just as I’m ready to undo the button on my pants, Nick moves my hands away and cups both my breasts with his hands. He pushes them up, leans down, and sucks on my nipples. Moving from one side to the other. Sliding his teeth along them, biting them. The pleasurable pain is intense. I grab the back of his head and pull on his beautiful hair. Without taking his mouth off my breasts, he undoes my pant’s side zipper. Nick straightens and takes my face into his hands and kisses my mouth.
As he moves away from my lips, he whispers, “Turn facing the counter.” I do as I’m told.
His hands glide up and down my back followed by his hot kisses. He bends me forward, so I lie face down. I rest my cheek on the counter as I look over my shoulder to watch Nick. My breasts squish up and out against the cold marble, and I spread my hands above my head.
“Alexandra, don’t move.” Nick’s hand rubs my behind over my pants as if he’s pondering his next move. His fingers move under my waistband, and he peels my pants down my legs. He stops and takes my heels off and finishes removing my pants and then he replaces my heels. His hands travel up my legs until his fingers are deep between my legs. With his foot, he taps each of my heels to separate my legs further apart. “Alexandra, this is a beautiful view.”
I say nothing, but I feel my face flush red with heat. I can’t see Nick, but I hear him taking off his clothes. Then all I feel is his erection rubbing against my behind. His hand circles my lower back almost the top of my behind then he moves down on my ass cheek continuing the same slow, soft circles. Then I feel nothing. Nick’s breathing is heavy.
Slap, Slap, Slap
OH MY! He slaps my behind. I feel a pleasurable sting.
Slap, Slap, Slap
Again.
“Alexandra I will not last long.” Nick’s voice is raw. He wraps my long hair around his hand pulling my head back. His other hand moves between my legs, his fingers grip the string from my panties off to the side while the head of his cock finds me. Then Nick slams deep into me. The counter digs into my hips. He pushes my breasts harder into the cold marble.
“Baby. You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy.” Nick releases my hair, grabs my hips, and quickens his pace. My orgasm builds and I enjoy the tease of it. “Baby, come for me. I want to feel you come.”
With his words I unravel, everything inside me is pulsating and releasing around Nick.
“Alexandra, I can feel you, fuck it feels so good around my cock.” He grinds out.
Nick swells and releases everything inside of me. He drops on top of me sliding his arms under me. Nick's heart pumps on my back, and his breathing calms. Nick peels himself from my body and helps me off the counter. He turns me to face him, and he attempts to fix my just thoroughly fucked hair. “Are you okay?”
“Very much so, just sleepy.”
“Me, too. Let's go to sleep.” Nick lifts me in his arms and carries me upstairs.
Chapter 15
Alexandra
Jill comes into my office. “What’s wrong with you? You seem distracted?”
“I was just thinking about my weekend with Nick.” I organize my desk hoping it will organize my mind.
“Oh yeah, what did he do to you?” I peaked Jill's curiosity. I can hear it in her voice; her mind goes right to sex.
“Really? Everything is about sex. Do you think of anything else?” I know I’m blushing because she’s right.
“Well, isn’t it?” Jill looks at me with that I wasn’t born yesterday look and I relinquish.
“Okay, close the door.” I wave my fingers at her.
Jill closes the door and has a seat in the chair in front of my desk. “Spill it.” She orders as she crosses her leg over her knee.
“Okay, so we were having sex…on his kitchen counter.”
Jill interrupts me, “Oh that’s hot.”
“No, what’s hot was he wanted me to keep my heels and my G-string on. So, he’s about to have me from behind but
he grabs my hips and he does this thing with his hand where he rubbed my behind, the top of my behind, like my low, low back and it’s very sexy, he circled slowly and then he moved that same hand over my actual cheek and made circles on my skin.” I’m looking at Jill’s face beam, as I circle my hand in the air as I describe what happened.
“And?”
“And then he slapped it. A few times and then a few times more.”
“Oh that’s hot.” Jill approves.
“I thought so. No one has ever spanked me before. I wish they did, but they weren’t like that sexually.”
“So what’s the problem?” Jill sounds confused.
“Well, the next day I started over thinking and I became slightly self conscious because I thought about my forty- three-year-old ass being slapped. And how bad that could look?”
“Alex, you have an incredible body. You have great tits, a great ass, and you’re a runner. Your body looks amazing. I’m sure naked it only gets better.”
“You’re exaggerating, I think being naked makes things worse, but you know how we are, women that is, so self conscious.”
Jill gets up and locks my office door, “Stand up, bend over.” She orders me.
I am outraged. “What the hell are you doing?”
“We will get this done right now. I’m going to slap your bare ass and tell you how it looks.”
Jill is crazy, but I’m just as crazy and curious, so I agree.
I stand at the end of my desk and pull my skirt over my hips. “Slap it hard because he was heavy handed.”
Jill comes up behind me, moves my panties down, and slaps my ass.
“Is that hard enough?”
“It was harder.”
Jill goes in harder. “How’s that?”
I look to my side. “Feel’s about right.”
“You lucky bitch! Nick Ryan and all that fucking hotness slapping your ass on his kitchen counter.” Jill lifts her hand off of me. “I think I’m jealous.”
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