by W. Ferraro
A minute later, she was opening the front door for him, before locking it behind him once more.
Sammy spotted them and said, “Jess! He isn’t supposed to be here.”
But before Jess could respond, Marc did, “Mind your business and stay out here,” as he took hold of Jess’ hand and led her to her bedroom. Jess looked at her sister and nodded her head, seconding Marc’s rude instruction.
When they reached her room, Marc allowed Jess to pass before closing the door.
They drove in silence and Hunter took strength in the hand he held. He knew she was upset with him for speaking up earlier in the alleyway about Jess and Marc, but he just didn’t want her to drive a wedge between herself and her daughter for something that might just be a case of true love did come in all forms.
By the time they pulled into his driveway, the silence was palpable.
“Beautiful, look . . .”
But Molly cut him off.
“We have what I’m assuming to be thirty-five maybe forty minutes before we have to head back. I appreciate what I think you are going to say, but I really want to spend this time doing something else other than talking about my daughter’s choices.”
Truly surprised, but not arguing with her, they both jumped out of the vehicle and quickly made it to the door. By the time he had gotten the front door opened, they had fallen inward, grabbing for one another.
Lips touching, hands roaming, and moans of wants rising into the air showed just how filled with need they each were. Just like their first encounter, clothes were thrown here, there, and everywhere leading upstairs, but by the time they made it to the main level, there was no way they were making it any further.
He brought her to the couch, and buried his face into her neck, arousing himself even more at the wonder of her taste. He knew he should be handling this with more finesse, but the truth was that he needed her too much. He wanted to be smooth in his delivery of seduction, but as usual, get him around Molly and he wanted to throw his hands in the air and say, “Fuck seduction, I needed to get her off.”
She lay bare except for the most cock-teasing black satin bra. He quickly removed the barrier and lifted her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and his chest puffed proudly with the throaty moan that fell from her lips. With her pressed into the cool leather of the cushion, he kneeled between her spread legs and just enjoyed the feast that was she. He sucked and licked the pointy pebble almost to the point of pain, but the heightened sensation didn’t hinder Molly. If anything, it heightened her response. She begged him to continue and he was helpless to do anything but comply. He pinched and twisted the other in his hand as she held his head to her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing her core up against his lower abdomen and he could feel the wetness there, just waiting for him.
Fuck!
Still lavishing her breasts, he said against her sternum, “God, I need you so bad!”
“Take me. I’m yours, only yours!”
“Damn right you are!”
He kissed his way down her torso to her navel, indulging in a plunge or two before pushing her pants and panties down and off. Without words of romance, Hunter buried his face in her apex and began to tongue her with such frenzied technique. She bucked against his seeking mouth and soon he knew just how close she was to ecstasy. He lapped at her aggressively as his fingers worked in and out of her at a jackhammering pace. Her hands tangled in his hair and he took it as motivation to make her completely unhinged.
She needed release, and by God, he was going to give it to her with all he had.
He moved his thumb to the small hidden bud and started massaging vigorously. Molly screamed out his name and he couldn’t help but smile as he continued to gorge himself on her. She wriggled and bucked, trying to free herself from his greedy mouth and fingers, but he wasn’t having any of it. With his forearm across her hips, he held her down as he continued to go at her center with renewed energy. He had full intentions of continuing to pleasure her until either she ran bone dry or she was nothing more than a limp form above him. Didn’t matter to him as long as she was completely spent at the doings of him.
Closing in on the second, Molly began calling his name. “Hunter! Hunter! Stop!”
Unable to do as she asked, he slowed his pace, but pulling away from such honey would have been suicide.
But her hands pulled his face upward and he had no choice but to give up his choice of nectar.
She pulled him up before pushing him so he now lay on his back. With more speed than he thought was possible, she now kneeled over him.
The look of anticipation on her face had him both praising and cursing at the same time.
Would she?
She smiled and he thought his dick turned to steel.
“Beautiful . . .”
“I’ve never done this before, but God how I want to!” Then she bent down over him, pulling his boxers off.
Hunter propped himself up so he had an unobstructed view of Molly going down on him.
If he wasn’t so full of want, he would have insisted in her not indulging, and just thrown her on her back and relieved himself of his hard-on in her deep heat.
He watched as she explored him with her fingers first. If this was how it felt just to have her put a finger on him, he for sure wouldn’t survive her taking him into her mouth.
With her face so close to his erection and her eyes looking at him filled with excitement and desire, he knew he was done for.
With care, she wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly brought her mouth down over the head.
He squeezed his eyes at the incredible sensation.
She gave the head attention, slowly swirling her tongue before fisting him tighter and starting to move her hand in an up and down motion.
Soon, she found her rhythm, exploring with taking more and more of him into her mouth. She worked him in and out, as she became accustomed to his size and length. Take him deeper with each pass then completely stunning him with hollowing out her cheeks and applying incredible suction.
It didn’t take long for him to grab onto the armrest behind him as he grunted through clenched teeth.
Soon his hips began pumping upward as her fucking amazing mouth came down. He began fucking her mouth and his girl took ever roll of his hips like a champ.
Knowing she could now taste his prerelease, he tried to pull her head away.
“Beautiful, I’m going to explode!”
She just looked at him with what he could only describe as the most suggestive look ever created, challenging him, and he was unable to refuse.
With a few more pumps into her mouth, he exploded and she took every wonderful drop.
He wanted to leave her completely limp, but it was he who was.
She sat up, looking quite proud of herself as she slowly crawled her way up his body, laying on his still heaving torso.
After a few moments and when Hunter finally found his breathing returning to somewhat normal, Molly said with a smile, “Well, that was fun.”
That had him laughing aloud and bringing her even closer to him.
With a kiss on the crown of her head, he continued to chuckle at her understatement of a lifetime.
As the silent moments of wonderful bliss passed, Molly caressed every part of him that she could touch. He wanted to tell her so many things, most of them he had uttered to her a million times before, but there was something else.
“Beautiful?”
“Hmm,” she answered dreamily as she lay content on his chest while her finger ever so slightly followed the lines of his abdominal muscles.
“I love you.”
She turned her head so now her chin rested on his sternum and as she looked into her eyes, the most beautiful smile crossed her face. “I love you, too.”
“I know we’ve talked about going forward, but there is something I need to tell you . . .”
“Okay?” Her brow frowned slightly.
The look of complete love he saw on her face would forever stay in his heart, just as he would remember this moment in time.
With a kiss sealing his promise, they snuggled once more and lay together in the virtual embrace that was finally their time for love.
He knew they couldn’t remain like this for long, but another moment or two wouldn’t hurt.
“I’m bored!” John yelled as the credits of the movie began to scroll on the screen.
“Well, we can color or play a game,” Leah suggested hoping the boys would like one of the options.
“No, that’s boring!” John said, which Peter repeated.
“Oh, I know!” Sammy shouted, “Greg keeps a special stash of stuff for s’mores in the kitchen downstairs. Let’s go make a snack!”
“Yay! S’mores!” John and Peter chanted in unison, as they began to jump up and down with excitement at such a promise.
Leah was unsure; Molly’s instructions of remaining here replayed in her mind. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea . . .”
John and Peter began to whine at their disappointment.
“It really isn’t breaking the rule since my mom said to play. We are going to get a snack,” Sammy said trying to persuade Leah.
Leah still didn’t feel right, but a s’more did sound good to her.
Well, if I ask Jess, that is kinda like asking an adult.
Without a word, she left the living room and walked to where the closed door stood at the threshold of Jessica and Sammy’s room. Leah knocked lightly while calling to Jessica. But no response came. She knocked again, louder this time, but was ignored again. She put her ear to the door and could hear movement.
So, she gently turned the knob and opened the door, “Jess, may Sammy, the boys and I . . .” her words stopped in her throat as Leah took in the scene before her. Jess lay on her bed with Marc over her. His shirt was removed, as was hers, and they were kissing intently.
Marc turned toward the intruder with an unabashed smirk on his face while Jess seethed at the interruption.
“Leah! GET OUT! Go away!”
Leah remained unmoving, yet her face turned red at the confusion of what she walked in on.
Jess yelled again for Leah to leave, but Marc played at Leah’s indecision. “You want a turn, sped?” Marc smiled wolfishly.
Jess’ attention was no longer on Leah at the door, but now at the boy over her after his completely rude name-calling.
“Come on, sped, come join in.”
Something in the way he looked at her finally gave Leah the shove she needed to move. She slammed the door shut and ran back to the kids.
Her hands began to move of their own accord. She flapped them so hard that her wrists began to ache from the motion.
“Can we go?” Sammy asked, already pulling the boys from their seats and heading down the stairs.
Leah remained mute, trying to rid herself of what she saw but also for the creepiness that still overtook her body. She knew her stim was a tell of how upset she was, but she couldn’t help it. Her hands flapped excessively as if trying to rid water droplets from them as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, her body on autopilot with her coping mechanism.
They reached the kitchen quickly, and Sammy was already taking out all the ingredients. John and Peter had pulled two stools over to the large stainless steel table where they had eagerly climbed and were waiting impatiently for the impending glorious gooeyness that would be tickling their taste buds shortly.
Leah, even in her heightened state, looked around for Greg.
“Greg isn’t here?”
“Nope! Mom gave him the whole day off. He was only here earlier to finish up some work!”
A bad feeling overtook Leah, but the alternative was going back upstairs and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Uh oh,” Sammy sighed, as she dumped the enormous bag of marshmallows, the oversized chocolate bar, and the already open box of graham crackers onto the table.
John and Peter asked what was wrong, but Sammy didn’t answer. She just remained focused on Leah, who was at the end of the large table. Leah knew what she must look like, but she couldn’t get a grip on controlling it.
“Leah?”
Leah knew she couldn’t tell Sammy what happened, but she also couldn’t stop her body from reacting. The look Sammy was giving her was not something different from the way many other people looked at her when she flapped. Her mother’s voice always played in her brain. “Pull yourself together, Leah Marie! Do you want everyone to know that you are on sensory overload?”
Focus, Leah! Focus on Sammy! You are fine. Forget what happened and relax!
Over the years, and with the help of the many behavioral therapies that Allison insisted Leah have, Leah found that she could recognize her stimming and begin to talk herself out of it.
Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. In and out. Stop your hands. Calm them. Feel the muscles flex through your fingers. Extend and close, extend and close. Soon her hands began to slow. Her body still swayed, but she thought of her feet as a small elevator. Each time her body went up it didn’t go as high until finally she could stop the rocking altogether. ABA at its finest.
“So, how about those s’mores?” Leah asked hoping that would be the end of it.
“I forgot, the only way to make them is over the stove, and I’m not allowed to use it.”
“Oh, no!” John and Peter whined.
Leah hated seeing the unhappiness on their faces and considering the alternative of going back upstairs, she offered. “Well, I can do it.”
This resulted in a round of cheers and celebrations.
Leah walked to the oversized stove and turned the first burner on. The blue flame burned with one click of the ignitor. Sammy found wooden skewers in a nearby drawer and added marshmallows to each. The boys were in charge of the assembly line of graham crackers and chocolate, sampling as they went.
When three of the four marshmallows had browned to perfection, Sammy handed Leah the last one, her own. However holding the wooden skewers over the open flame took a toll on Leah’s hand. She shut the burner off, walked over to the sink and washed her hands with cool water. Taking a large wad of paper towels, she dried her now cool hand and walked back over to the stove. Encouraged by the oohs and aahs of delight from the boys who were enjoying what was left of their s’mores, Leah placed the used towels on a forgotten apron which was left by the staff next to the burner, turned it back on, and continued to toast her marshmallow to brown perfection.
“I’m thirsty!” John exclaimed, which was seconded by his brother.
“There is chocolate milk out front in the counter fridge. Come on,” Sammy instructed leading the group out to the dining room.
Leah turned to follow them before realizing the burner was still on. She turned back, lost her balance, and brushed up against the counter where the apron lay, unknowingly moving it over the exposed flame. However, Leah didn’t notice and turned the burner off and exited the kitchen.
She went through the swinging door and found Sammy, John, and Peter each sitting crossed leg on the floor with a glass of chocolate milk in hand. Leah sat down next to Peter, accepting the already poured glass of milk.
Noticing the looks of envy as she held her untouched s’more in hand, Leah took one bite before breaking it in half and offering both John and Peter the remains.
/> They sat in silence enjoying the intake of sugar before John asked peculiarly, “What is that smell?”
Leah and Sammy looked at one another, both admitting to noticing the burning smell. Leah led the way through the swinging doors, stopping quickly when the sight of the small fire registered. Spreading her arms wide, she halted Sammy and the boys from walking past her.
“Oh my gosh! Fire! What are we going to do?” Sammy yelled nervously.
Leah looked around quickly for anything to extinguish the flame. Her eyes fell on the black bucket next to the sink with a gray rag draped over the side.
“Keep the boys back,” Leah instructed, pushing John toward Sammy, before rushing to where the bucket sat. With two hands, Leah brought the heavy liquid filled bucket toward the small flame and heaved the liquid onto the fire.
But instead of the flame sizzling out, the opposite occurred. The flame grew tenfold, now covering the entire counter, stove, and wall. Orange, red, and white heat covered and claimed new territory with each passing second.
I don’t understand! Why didn’t the water make the fire go out?
Leah took several steps backward, unable to keep her eyes off the blaze.
“That was oil!” Sammy shouted, pushing the boys back toward the door they entered, trying to get away from the growing heat.
Now the entire back wall and another, as well as the ceiling became engulfed. Leah knew it was time to get out. She couldn’t do anything else. Ensuring Sammy and the boys were out, she followed them, pulling her cell phone from her pocket while rushing the four of them out to the sidewalk.
Without thought, she dialed the emergency dispatcher and gave all the necessary information. When the call disconnected, she turned to the three scared faces around her knowing their expressions of fear matched her own.
The festival, which had wrapped up earlier in the day, provided a ghost town on Main Street.
Black smoke poured out of the orange glow of Molly’s.