Georgia On My Mind

by Stokes Lee, Brenda

  “Yeah, well we'll see.” He grumbled as he reluctantly peeled her off of him.

  Naturally, Rashawn had mixed feelings about having Peaches’ wedding at his mansion, for obvious reasons. Still he couldn’t deny Peaches her dream wedding. He realized that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean with Peaches about his true identity.

  He decided it was time to tell. “Look Peaches there's something that I’ve been trying to tell you since that night at the restaurant.”

  Just as he started to confess, Peaches’ phone rang. It was Charles. “Hold that thought, Peanut. It's Charles. Hey baby what's up?”

  “Hey. Look, I just called to tell you that I'm swamped, so don't hold dinner for me. I'll grab something here and I’ll be home later tonight to tuck you in.”

  “Are you serious? You have to work late again? Charles I had planned...”

  “Yeah baby, I know, but it can't be helped. Look, I promise I'll make it up to you.”

  Disappointment quickly transformed Peaches’ lovely face. How smile turned to a confused frown. Her mind raced and she looked confused. Trying to act normal, she forced herself to smile and appear happy in front of Rashawn. “Okay, so what time can I expect you?”

  “Late. That's all I know. Don't worry about me. I'll probably just camp out here if it gets too late.” Peaches was silent. “Look, I better get back to work.”

  “Alright. I'll see you when you get home tonight.” Peaches hung up and tried to pretend that everything was okay. “So, I can't believe that you have a job. I'm so proud of you, Rashawn. What time do you get off?”

  Rashawn watched as the landscapers began to pack up their things to leave. “In a few. Look, I'd better finish up.”

  “Okay, don't let me stop you from working.” Peaches teased. “Call me tonight and let me know how it goes with Big Daddy.”

  “Will do.” Rashawn walked Peaches to her car. He knew there was trouble in paradise and by the look on her face he could tell that Peaches knew it too. “Hey, do you want to hangout for a while tonight?”

  “I don't think so. I don't really feel much like going out.” She mumbled as she processed her phone conversation with Charles.

  “Alright, well I'll call you later.”

  “Hey... What were you going to say before Charles called?” She asked as Rashawn started to walk away.

  “Don't worry about it. I’ll tell you later.”

  “Is everything okay?” She asked concerned. “You don’t need any money do you? I mean I can spot you until you get paid, if it would help.

  “No, I'm good.” He chuckled as the landscape manager waved him over to inform him that they were leaving for the day, but would return the next morning. “Look, I’d better go.”

  “Alright, I hope I didn’t get you in trouble. Look, call me tonight.”

  “No problem.”

  Peaches got in her car and watched in her rear view mirror as Rashawn climbed back on the giant riding mower. It didn't go unnoticed how damn fine he was. She knew Rashawn was still crushing on her. Hell she could even finally admit to herself that she had some impure thoughts about him as well, but she needed more. She had a future with Charles. Right? One which she had worked hard and sacrificed a lot to get. How could she throw away all that she built with Charles away for an infatuation with a landscaper’s apprentice no less? Right? She reasoned.

  “Peaches just stop! What are you doing? You know damn well Charles isn't working late. Working late my ass! Same old shit just a different day!” She snarled to herself as she cranked up Boss Hog and spittered, spattered and sputtered off.

  Chapter 31

  Peaches arrived at Charles's Law Firm with a hot home cooked meal in a fancy gourmet picnic basket. She decided that if her man couldn't come home for dinner that she'd take dinner to her man.

  As she entered the reception area she ran into Michael, who was heading for the door.

  “Please tell me you’ve finished early and Charles is packing up to leave.”

  “Oh, hey Miss Peaches. No I'm done for the night, but I think Mr. Preston is still in the conference room. They've been back there for hours. He told me it was okay for me to leave. So I'm getting out of here before he changes his mind.”

  “Damn. Well I'll just wait awhile in his office. Hopefully they won't be much longer.”

  “Suit yourself. Do you mind showing yourself back? Girl I have a hot date and I don't want to keep that handsome man waiting alone. I’m afraid that if Mr. Preston spots me he’ll find something else for me to do.”

  Peaches laughed. “No, not at all. These days you can't even leave an ugly man unattended.”

  “You got that right sista. Not unless you're a damn fool. A good man is hard to come by.”

  “I here you and a hard man is even a better find.” They laugh.

  “On that note, I'd better run. Good night!”

  “Okay. Have a good time.”

  Peaches immediately headed down the hall to Charles' office. She passed the deserted conference room on her way. As she neared his office Peaches heard voices coming from the partially closed door. It was Charles and a female whose voice Peaches did not recognize.

  “Well it's official. I just told Michael he could go. So, it's just me and you now.” She heard Charles say. “You don't know how happy I am that you decided to stay and help me with this.”

  “Oh it's my pleasure. I've been dying for this opportunity.” The woman responded.

  “Really? I had no idea.”

  Although the conversation sounded fairly innocent. Women's intuition told Peaches to hang back to see where it was going.

  “Here, let me help you with that, sir.” The woman said in a very professional tone.

  “Well, if you insist.”

  The room became deathly silent. Peaches strained her ears to hear, but she still couldn't hear a thing. The abrupt silence made her very uncomfortable. She simply had to see what was going on. So, she put her picnic basket down, slipped off her heels and quietly tip toed a little closer to the door. Still unable to hear a damn thing she peeped into the cracked door.

  What she saw devastated her. Charles was sitting on the leather loveseat in his office and a very young, very attractive, very skinny red head was on her knees giving him head. Peaches almost fainted. Stunned and convinced she was hallucinating she took another look to make sure she wasn't imagining the whole thing. Unfortunately, the scene remained unchanged.

  Hurt, betrayed and feeling like a damn fool Peaches remained paralyzed against the wall outside of Charles office as the two made love. As tears stung her face and forced her back to reality the two began their rapid climb to an earthshaking orgasm. As they erupted in pleasure Peaches grabbed her things and fled undetected as they screamed out in ecstasy.

  Chapter 32

  Peaches peeled off from Charles’ office as fast as Boss Hog would take her. She was distraught, confused and hurt. She couldn’t believe Charles had pulled this same bull ass monkey shit on her after she gave him a second chance. She was a complete idiot to ever leave Rashawn to go back to him.

  Driving aimlessly she realized she had nowhere to go. She knew if she went home and Charles showed up later that she'd need bail money. So, going home wasn't an option. She was too humiliated and embarrassed to let any of her girlfriends find out what happened. They all told her that she was a damn fool for giving Charles a second chance. So, her girls weren't an option either. Her only option was to call Rashawn and pray that he'd answer his phone. Stifling her tears she dialed his number.

  He answered right away. “Hey, did you change your mind about hanging out?” His sexy voice asked without even saying hello.

  “Where are you?”

  “I'm home. Do you want me to pick you up?”

  “No, I'm on my way to you.”

  “What? No! I’ll meet you at your place!”

  “I need to see you. I'm on my way to your house.” She insisted.

  “Peaches I moved,
remember?”

  “Peanut I know that. Just tell me where you moved to. I need to talk to you.”

  Now, at this point, Peaches is beginning to unravel like a tattered crocheted blanket. Her voice is choked with emotions and she is fighting back tears. Rashawn could hear the stress and pain in her voice.

  “Peaches, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

  “No, it's not. I need you. Peanut, please just tell me where you are! I have nowhere else to go!” She sobbed.

  Rashawn sensed that something had happened with Charles. Peaches was upset and openly crying. “Pull over! Don't drive like this I'm on my way to get you. Just tell me where you are and I’ll be there in five damn minutes.”

  Peaches immediately got suspicious. “Why can’t I just come to your house? Peanut just tell me where you live. Unless.... Oh my God! Are you with someone?”

  “What? No!”

  “Then why can't I come over?”

  Rashawn was finally trapped and he knew it. He hesitated briefly. “I'm at the mansion.”

  “The mansion… What damn mansion?” Peaches asked confused.

  “The mansion where you're getting married.”

  “What are you doing there? You know what never mind. I'm about ten minutes away. I’m on my way.”

  “Okay, just slow down and drive carefully. Hey… Pull in the garage. I’ll unlock it for you. Alright?

  “Sure! Okay!”

  “Alright, I’ll see you soon. And slow down! I mean it Peaches!”

  A thousand things went through Rashawn's mind as he anxiously waited for Peaches. He didn't have a clue where to begin. He knew she had to find out sooner or later and for some damn reason he continued to pick the later option. “Ah, shit! She’s going to fuckin lose it! And then I’ll lose her! What the fuck was I thinking?” He vented. Rashawn knew he had to tell her, but he just wasn’t prepared to tell her tonight, considering the circumstances. “Fuck! I should have told her the second I got back from LA! Ah shit! She's going to be pissed that I lied to her! Game over!” He thought to himself.

  Moments later he heard the distinct spitter, spatter, sputter that was uniquely Boss Hog's as Peaches pulled around back to the garage. Nervous, he disarmed the alarm and went to the garage to meet her.

  “Are you okay? What are you doing out here at this time of night?” She asked the second she saw Rashawn.

  “Peaches, I’m fine. Stop worrying about me. What about you are you okay?” He deflected her question.

  “We’ll talk about after you explain why you’re here at this time of night. Big Daddy isn’t in to men too, is he? You’re not…”

  “Seriously Peaches? Really? Now you think I’m broke and gay? Look, there's something I have to tell you. First off, no! Hell no! I’m not bisexual...”

  Before Rashawn could finish his statement, Peaches quickly cut him off mid- sentence. “Peanut you don't owe me an explanation beyond that. I understand and I don't give a damn if you're homeless. Hell you’re barely working. It’s okay.”

  Peaches dropped her purse and threw herself into his arms. Rashawn tried to explain but she quickly drew him into a hard, wet kiss. Caught completely off guard Rashawn hugged her tight and deepened the kiss, completely ravishing her with his desire.

  “I should have never given up on you for Charles. I was a damn idiot! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm in love with you. I don’t give a damn if you’re penniless! I love you. I can admit that now!” She confessed after tearing her lips away from his.

  Stunned, Rashawn didn’t have a clue what had gotten into Peaches, but he loved it. Grabbing her by the face he smothered her with an earth chattering kiss that snatched her breath away. He didn't give a damn what changed Peaches mind about him. He only knew he had his Peaches back.

  Grabbing her by her round ass he continued to kiss her hard pulling her close to him until she felt his hard dick.

  “Are we alone? Please say we're alone.” She breathed as lust quickly consumed her and Rashawn continued to ravish her.

  “Yeah. There's nobody here, but us.”

  “Good...” She moaned as she sampled Rashawn's bottom lip, before seeking his tongue with hers.

  “Come with me.” Rashawn’s baritone voice coached.

  Rashawn was wearing nothing more than sweat pants when Peaches arrived, no shirt and no draws. He had decided to kick back, eat pizza and vegetate on the overstuffed sofa in the den. So, he had showered and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. At this point the bulge in his sweats had grown to a stiff twenty one gun salute. Peaches could not help but to notice. Her eyes widened as she spotted it. Pulling Rashawn back as they walked through the enormous garage filled with over a half a dozen very expensive, high end cars, she kissed him again.

  “Come here. I can’t wait.” Her seductive voice teased as she pulled Rashawn back to face her.

  Rashawn chuckled as he saw the lust in her eyes. “What? What are you doing? Come on; let’s go upstairs to my room.”

  “I’ve been craving this big hard dick of yours since the day we broke up! Fuck that! You said that we were alone. I want to taste my dick, right here, right now.” She replied as she squatted before him.

  Rashawn looked around him. Sure he knew that there were cameras all over his garage to protect his expensive cars from theft or vandalism. Still, he didn’t give a damn. He was trying hard to be a gentleman, but he wanted Peaches just as much or more than she wanted him. He had not so much as sniffed a pussy since the last time they made love. There was no way he was turning down a blowjob from Peaches’ luscious lips. Fuck that! He’d erase the footage in the morning.

  Peaches wasted absolutely no time getting to the object of her desire. Pulling Rashawn’s pants down in one fluid motion, she watched as his dick instantly popped out straight and proud and pointed right at her mouth. Rashawn’s big hard dick had missed Peaches’ warm wet mouth and her thick juicy lips and it jerked at the thought of a reunion.

  Peaches smiled as she watched it throb and twitch violently in her hand. If you recall Charles was a thimble dick, three inch brother and not much for a woman who enjoyed a good hard dick to work with. Oh, but not Rashawn, he had ten inches of thick, hard, meaty molten hot, Grade A Certified Good Dick and Peaches’ missed every inch of it. Grasping it firmly she licked the big drop of cream at the tip, savoring its goodness. She sighed deeply.

  “I must have been a fucking fool to give up this damn big ass dick.” She moaned beneath her breath.

  Rashawn heard her of course, but reserved comment. There would be plenty of time to talk later. Right now it was Mr. Nasty’s time and Mr. Nasty was craving some head. Peaches did not hesitate another second. Swiping the flat of her tongue along the thick veiny ridge of the back of his dick she licked Rashawn from the base of his balls to the tip of his tip.

  “Oh mother fucker! I missed this woman!” Rashawn hissed beneath his breath but naturally Peaches heard him.

  A sexy devious grin spread quickly across her gorgeous face like sunshine after a hard rain as she licked him again and again and again. Rashawn knees buckled and he wobbled back a few times. Walking backwards he found a resting place on his brand new Lamborghini. Lying back on the hood he gave Peaches permission to Woman Handle that damn dick!

  “Ah fuckin yeah! Handle that shit Peaches!” Rashawn screamed as he humped her hand.

  Peaches didn’t really need and invitation. Holding his pulsating hard dick firmly she sucked it in her mouth one inch at a time. To say that Peaches missed Rashawn’s dick would be a damn gross understatement of the facts. The truth was that she often fantasized about him and masturbated to the thought of sucking his big hard dick in a secluded but public place. Now Peaches wasn’t a damn idiot. She knew the cameras were there but she didn’t give a good fuck.

  This was probably as close as she’d ever get to her fantasy so this moment was perfect. Continuing to suck Rashawn’s dick down her throat one inch at a time, she feverishly rubbed her clit through
her soaking wet panties. She breathed hard as the tip of his monstrous dick reached the back of throat threatening to choke the hell out of her. Relaxing her throat she managed to swallow another inch to the complete delight of Rashawn. Hallowing her cheeks she created a perfect vacuum within her mouth and literally began to suck the skin off of Rashawn’s ten inch, donkey dick. The sensation was overwhelmingly delectable and Rashawn soon succumbed to the monstrous orgasm that was kicking him repeatedly in the crack of his ass.

  “Ah fuck yeah girl! Suck that fuckin dick! Oh God! Yes! Suck that fuckin D-I-C-K!” He hissed as his head thrashed back and forth and his ass squirmed around on the hood of the shiny, one hundred and fifty thousand dollar, brand new sports car. “Oh shit! That’s it! I’m coming! I’m coming! Don’t stop! I’m coming!” He screamed loudly as he shot his hot creamy seed in her mouth.

  Peaches continued to suck him hard as she allowed his goo to ooze out the side of her mouth. Rashawn grunted and growled and shouted intangible words and syllables in an ancient dialect unfamiliar to Peaches as he continued to release harder than he’d ever released in his life. Collapsing on the hood of the car he struggled to regain his breath and his sanity. Peaches gently kissed his balls and rubbed his stalk as he slowly revived.

  The second Rashawn’s ability to focus and think rationally returned, his focus turned to the woman who was kneeling at his feet. His eyes met hers and they burned with fire and raging desire. He wanted some pussy. He wanted his pussy to be more specific.

  “Come here.” He beckoned and she immediately obeyed.

  Within seconds he had her on her back on his Lamborghini sucking and licking her wet pussy like it was his day job. Now although the sensation of Rashawn’s hungry mouth was delicious Peaches had to be practical. Looking around she realized that they were fucking on top of Big Daddy’s expensive new Lamborghini!

  “Oh my God! Rashawn, the car! We’re on the car! Get up!”