by Anthology
“I’m going to have to call my parents. Not right this second but soon. They’re in Arizona right now.” I wonder if she’ll invite them to the wedding but don’t press my suddenly skittish bride.
“Me too. Mine live in London, maybe we could Skype them?”
“Sure. Because that’s not weird at all.” She quips and I’m pretty sure this isn’t the same person who barreled into my office a week ago. Where did pushy and persuasive Piper go? I missed her.
“Sorry, it’s just that I hardly get to see them so we try to do video chats as often as possible. I have a camera set up in my home office because we usually speak two or three times a week.”
“Oh, wow. Mine are touring the Grand Canyon in their RV. We’ll probably have crappy cell service when we call them.” I can’t say I’m sorry either if the phone cuts out. I sometimes forget that Piper has a whole other life I know nothing about. My excitement that I’ll get to stay in America has clouded over my rational thoughts. I remind myself that Piper’s life is probably changing more than mine actually is and I want to respect how unsettling this has become in a short period of time.
“Alright let’s go to my place. You should see it before you move in.” I guide her toward my car getting her inside. Rarely do I take women anywhere near my house, but since Piper will need to move in before the immigration interviews, it seems silly to wait. I’m nervous if she’ll like it. I’ve owned it for a while since living between the Hyatt and the hospital was frowned on after my first month working here. The drive over is quiet and I concentrate on the road forcing myself to follow the speed limit keeping myself in check.
It’s not until I park my car in a small space between the brownstones that Piper looks around. She hums to herself and I hold her hand walking up the steps afraid she’ll bolt. Shutting the door behind us I can’t believe she’s actually here in my house and there’s a tight thumping in the center of my chest seeing her walk around and take it in. I’m proud of what I’ve earned and accomplished, and now I’ll have someone to share it with–even if it’s only temporary. I push the thought down along with the sharp burn in my gut that someday she might leave me.
“Wow you have a really nice place.” Piper leaves her purse on the counter and I walk her around letting my hand fall into the small of her back as if she’s mine. The gesture feels more natural than I care to admit. She will be mine, she promised I remind myself.
“Let me give you a tour.”
She twirls looking up at the foyer chandelier and the crown molding I’ve taken for granted. “You live here alone?”
“I have, it has three bedrooms and two full bathrooms and a powder room.”
“No rush to fill those up?”
I chuckle. “Not until recently anyway.” We walk past the foyer and a large gilded mirror that came with the house. “This is the kitchen obviously, dining room, living room. Up the stairs are the bedrooms, and the master bedroom has a balcony that looks into the backyard.”
Piper drags her fingertips over the marble countertop gently.
“Open floor plan. I like it.” Her smile is subtle. She’s tactile in everything she does and I itch to have her hands over my body tracing it the same way.
“Drink?” I ask her.
“Sure, whatever you have.”
I open the fridge peering inside, there’s cheese, leftovers, and a few paltry items. Pathetic. I should have thought about this sooner but I was limited to sparkling water, beer from the last time my buddy Beck was over to watch a game and wine. Shit. I’ve haven’t even spoken to Beck yet.
Internally I cringe, “Wine? Half a bottle of red left.”
“Red it is. Glasses?” She asks and I direct her to the cabinet where I’m certain I keep them. She pulls two down and I fill them.
“Not exactly the date night I had planned.” I search for an idea to save this night, but nothing pops out of the wall or cabinets to save me.
Her hand covers mine and I glance down into her big brown eyes. “Milo, it’s perfect.” Piper’s being a good sport as she takes a sip of the pinot noir.
I fill our glasses again and we make small talk finishing the wine quickly on empty stomachs. Smooth, I forgot dinner. A crappy husband I’m turning out to be starving my bride. I’m feeling tipsy because it’s not often I can drink and relax with good wine and even nicer company. Piper is stunning, over the age of eighteen, and doesn’t require medical assistance. My thoughts drift in the direction that I should probably get out more. Beck would love to see this.
I nearly tip the now empty bottle over and Piper catches it in time kneeling on the kitchen floor.
“Good catch.” I praise following her down to sit. She laughs and places the bottle on the floor sideways spinning it.
“Wanna play a game?” The request is cheeky while she flutters her lashes hiding her dark eyes from me. I’m determined to change that.
“Sure.” I spin the bottle wondering how this will pan out.
“Uh oh what should we bet?”
“How about each answer a person gives the other has to get naked.”
“Not fair. I’m wearing half the amount of clothes you are.” She scowls pursing her mouth like a sour lemon edged in pink lipstick that’s mostly worn off on her glass.
“Totally fair.” No way was I going to let her think she was going to beat me. Oh no, I was determined to get her naked or at least partially disrobed. Admittedly I’m a nudist-opportunist.
“I don’t think those are the actual rules. Isn’t a person supposed to lose and then the clothes come off?”
The bottle spins and spins landing between us, no target in sight.
“I’m kinda drunk here.” I admit raking my hands through my hair.
She bites her lip. “But there are rules, Milo.”
I didn’t give a flying fuck for rules right then but I bite back the words leaning back against the island cabinets hoping the sharp edges of wood would sober me up.
“Do you really feel like losing or getting to know each other better?” And by better, I mean with significantly less clothing on pulling my tie off and unbuttoning my shirt to even things up. Her eyes roam my face making the rounds of my body. I chuff under her shy perusal hoping I pass.
“So, what made you want to be a doctor?” She pats a spot next to her and I scoot over edging closer. It’s not comfortable but she’s not nervous and I’ll take it.
“When I was little we lived in Georgia about a half hour from Tbilisi. That’s the capitol city.” My voice gets this cadence talking about my country.
“Is that by Russia?”
“Yes. I’m not unfamiliar with living in a war-torn country. Most people think of the larger conflicts. Serbia or Bosnia, but my home was destroyed by soldiers because we wanted independence from the Soviets.”
“I’d never heard of it before.”
“Most haven’t. My country has a president, and a constitution, but we were still fighting up until 2008 in civil conflicts. My parents traveled a lot for work. They gave up the house we had moving to London permanently. The rest of our family lives on the coast of the Black Sea now.”
Piper is inquisitive and genuine. Her voice drops whisper thin asking, “Did you see stuff during that time?”
The way she says stuff makes me assume she means the ravages of war. I don’t know how to explain it was terrible and yet at the same time not as bad as others. Part of me wonders if I’m destroying a certain innocence telling her this.
“I guess it’s a long answer, but yes. I knew what amputated limbs from bomb blasts looked like and bullet wounds before I ever got to medical school. My uncle lost a leg and my dad was in the military. It’s how my parents met.”
“Your mom’s a doctor?”
“No, a journalist. She works for a Canadian publication and traveled all over. They met and it was love at first sight for them.”
“That’s so impulsively romantic.” Her voice rises with wonder. I think about what we’re about
to do ourselves, but say nothing.
“Yeah, I don’t think she’s left his side once since then. She stayed in Georgia to marry my dad and they had me. What about your parents?”
“Mine were born and raised here with blue collar jobs. Nothing too exciting except they’re taking vacation time to travel with their RV while my sister and I house sit for them.”
I nudge her shoulder playfully.
“All the more reason for you to be moving in with me as soon as possible.”
“Right.” Her eyes roll. I’m serious about her moving in and pull her into my lap. She makes a squeak but settles against me wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I’m 38 years old Piper. As nice as I’m sure your parents’ house is I kind of like this one.”
“I kind of like it too.”
“Can I show you the bedroom again?” I coax getting up off the floor keeping her in my arms. We haven’t divested a stitch of clothing in all this time.
“Are you asking me to sleepover before the wedding?”
I bark laughing. “Obviously I am.”
I carry her toward my room. The one I plan to be sharing with her in the next few days. I dump her on the bed tugging her dress over her head, and crawl over her pinning her down under me. She’s lean, but soft in all the right places distracting me. Seeing her hair spread over my white bed sheets in a curling dark fan makes my dick pulse hard. I need to slow down if this is just a sleepover, I’m not in any condition to drive her home and I’m not sending her off in some cab.
“So.” She lays pliant her eyes smiling and a little drunk.
“So. This is the bed.” I pat the mattress rolling my hips into hers eliciting a moan that sounds like music and magic all at once making my cock harder between us. Control is not my friend tonight, but it will have to be. I’m saving the other stuff for the wedding night or as much of it as I can.
“Uh huh.” Her hands reach for me touching. The soft pads of her fingers press into my skin in our push and pull. She has moments where she looks deeply into my eyes almost forgetting how we got here and then shyness creeps in and her irises dart elsewhere.
I use my regal nose to nudge her cheek to the side. I hadn’t bothered with the lights and the moon is high in the sky casting a glow through the balcony’s glass doors.
“And the closet is over there.” I point to the left pulling down the lacey cup of her bra kissing her left breast. In the dark, I lick her areola sucking it in a pop. “And over there is the master bathroom.” I nudge my head to the right leaning down to kiss her right breast cupping her small tit in my hand rubbing the rosy nipple into a hard nub. I kiss the center of her chest where her ribs begin to separate and the thin skin flutters with her heartbeat underneath. I place my large palm over the spot of her heart and feel weirdly protective of Piper.
“Milo.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.” Piper pulls my head down practically eating my grinning face. Our mouths open and tongues play tag stroking back and forth. She tastes smooth like the wine mixed with her own crisp sweetness.
It’s surreal having her in my bed, in my house, and about to become my wife in a few days. She is less a stranger and I revel in feeling her body against mine. Her hands slip between us eager unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants down from my hips. She grips my dick firmly separating it from my boxer briefs in her grasp. She rubs it back and forth, her thumb slipping through precum at the tip swirling it in a slow torturous circle. Piper buffs my throbbing cock over her wet pussy lips kissing the tip to her hot core. Heat hugs me coaxing me deeper, coaxing me in more than the inch of my crown. I pull back reminding myself we’re both a little drunk. We shouldn’t do this, not tonight and halting this has me groaning like a rowdy adolescent teen.
“Milo?” She’s thrashing against the comforter like I’ve taken her favorite toy away.
“Shhh, Piper.” I run my hand through her hair pulling her to my chest. Her heart is frantically beating rapid beats per second. I’ve lost my focus and can’t count the thready beat.
“Aren’t we going to have sex?” Her small voice in the dark helps me regain my focus. We’ve already gotten our test results back. We’re both clean and haven’t had sex in while but that doesn’t mean we have to rush headlong into doing it right this second as much as I want too.
I clear my throat. “Eventually.”
“Eventually?” The way she articulates the word drawn out and slightly pissed off makes me smile. She makes those five syllables sound like ten annoyed punctuation marks.
“When I take you, I want you to be my wife.”
“Uh, what happened to test driving?”
“I’m rescinding?” I lean up on my elbow not sure why I let myself drink that blasted wine. I’m probably not making any sense leaving her confused with my mixed messages. “With everything else so rushed we don’t have time to slow down. Whether it takes us the rest of the days or longer I want something to be special for the both of us.” And maybe ease her into the notion that I like being in charge in the bedroom. I’m not trying to be misleading.
“Then what’s this?”
“A warm up of things to come.” I kiss her head tucking her under my arm. I hadn’t intended to take things quite this far. I could just fuck her, but that’s not what I want. She isn’t some random girl. In a few days we’ll be legally tied and that’s special despite the circumstances. I don’t want our first time together to be some rushed affair. I want to savor her, claim ownership of her in every way that’s more than just a piece of paper.
She grunts and I give her a wicked smile. Of course, I never said we couldn’t play until then, but not when we’re both stressed and under the influence of alcohol. I roll her over rubbing her back digging my fingers into the knots of her shoulders.
“Feel good?”
“Mmrph.” Piper drifts off to sleep which is good because we have a Skype call to London in a few short hours I might have forgotten to mention earlier.
4 am rolls around quicker than I like and I check the clock. It’s 9 am in London right now and I’m likely to catch my parents at home with their morning coffee. Piper snores lightly from the bed wrapped up in my sheets. I like her there. The thought isn’t nearly as surprising as I think it should be and maybe that’s dangerous. We discussed this would be a temporary arrangement, but nothing right now feels remotely temporary. She doesn’t know it yet but I’ve already cleaned out half the dresser drawers and the closet. Shocker because I’ve piled the rolled-up stuff I haven’t worn in a year in an organized corner of the closet to donate once I have a free weekend.
“Wake up Pip.” I nudge her hip getting a groan and a body digging deeper into the bed sheets. I pull and she rolls over tangled.
“Piper…” I warn her before I haul her up over my lap spanking her ass.
“Hey!” She shouts and I laugh giving her another good spank before caressing her bottom massaging the muscles. Her ass is nice and pink and she’s panting. My hand slips between her legs rubbing her clit in a light circular motion before pulling back wet honey from her center. I spread it on her parted inner thigh going for a second dip. She’s wet and writhing as my finger dips a little deeper with each pass. I get sidetracked watching her cunt squeeze my finger. I pinch her clit earning me a whine.
“Milo.”
I withdraw my finger and taste her. Delicious first thing in the morning and I look forward to waking her up with my head between her thighs suckling her to orgasm before my morning cup of coffee. I bet she’d make a great natural sweetener. I brush that aside wanting to test a theory and see if you ate a girl out right if she would she stay forever, purely research of course and needing plenty of attempts.
“We have a call to make.”
“I’m awake. Please don’t spank me again.” Her hands cover her ass and I push them away inspecting the pink flesh. Perfect round globes fit the palm of my hands and I massage the sting out of them.
“Sorry,
I’m kind of into that, but I won’t do it again if you don’t like it.” I cringe saying it.
“I uh… the jury is out. It’s just weird right before we call your parents.”
“Ah, okay. Still on the table. Gotcha.” Smiling, I help her up and dress her in one of my t-shirts. She grabs her underwear from the floor and I snatch them out of her hands.
“Hey!”
“I’m into that too sweetheart.”
She blows out a frustrated breath that lifts her messy hair up and stomps away toward the kitchen. She grumbles the entire flight of stairs down.
“I need coffee for this.”
I call after her.
“Is that on the table too?”
“Shut up!” She yells back and I join her to show her how to make coffee in my machine while I set up the camera for Skype.
We sip fresh brewed coffee in my office. My parents answer on the first ring with excitement thinking this is just my thrice a week call with them.
“Milo, my love!” My mother, Matilda looks barely older than a day over forty. She eyes me with curiosity and mom knowledge that something is up. My dad, Damascus has the hardened look of a soldier only softened by hugging my mother. She sits in his lap as I’ve put a squirming and nervous Piper in mine. It must be a Lazare thing.
“Mother, Dad.” I greet them petting Piper’s back to calm her down.
“Who is this beautiful girl you’ve obviously kept up all night?” Dad says winking. He wasn’t a sharp shooter in the Georgian Army for nothing.
“Please meet Piper.” We exchange hellos and I let my palm slide up under the T-shirt out of view. She pinches my hand. I pinch back. Turnabout is fair play, right?
She’s gritting her teeth, jaw tight speaking. “Hello. Milo only kept me up half the night actually.” Piper thinks she’s being cheeky but she hasn’t met my dad.
“Really? Milo, you’re not doing a very good job then.” He chastises me making Piper blush. My mother scolds him and I snort kissing her on the head in plain view of the camera. Her cheeks burn bright red and she doesn’t say anything else worth misconstruing.
“Piper has agreed to marry me.” I tuck her close to my side and my mother’s face changes into a wide smile as my dad congratulates us. I’m not one to beat around the bush.