by ChaShiree M.
“You have a boyfriend Sadie?”
“No. No boyfriend.”
“How the hell is that possible? As beautiful and obviously as smart as you are. How has some man not snatched you up?”
Crap. What can I tell him about that? That I am looking for hearth, home, and a house full of kids. But he also has to be willing to take care of my mom and two kids who aren’t even mine biologically? I can’t tell him that. He will think I’m a gold digger.
“Well, you know?” I say shrugging my shoulders. I need to change the subject. “So tell me about you….”
“Charles. Charles Russo.”
“Charles. Tell me a bit about yourself.”
“Certainly, I will, sweet girl. But only if you go to dinner with me tonight. I will tell you anything you want to know. What do you think?”
Oh, how I would love to go with him. Anywhere with him. It’s crazy. Right? It’s a last-minute invite and I might have to help my mom with the girls.
Even in my own mind, I am making excuses and don’t know why. Isn’t that what I was doing in the first place. Looking for my future? So why wouldn’t I say yes and see where it takes me? I will never find a husband and have a family of my own if I don’t take a leap every now and then.
“Yes. I would love to go out with you.”
“Good. Do you like Italian?”
“I love Italian food. Hence the hips.”
Crap! There I go again. Saying stuff without thinking. I duck my head to hide my embarrassment, but he will have none of it.
“Sadie? Look at me. There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. Especially since I have been sitting here for the past 10 minutes doing exactly that, sweet girl.”
Oh. My. God. Who is this man?
“Hand me your phone Sadie. I will put my number in it and retrieve yours.” My mind is spinning with thoughts of things I have never imagined. I am so engrossed in my own thoughts I don’t hear what he says.
“Done.”
Done? Done with what?
“I’m sorry. What?”
“I have added my number and retrieved yours. In 15 minutes, you will receive a text with the time I will pick you up. I want you to respond to the text with your address. Do you understand?”
“Yes Charles. I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Drip, drip, drip.
“Well I have to go into the office. I will see you soon sweet girl.” he says while rubbing his finger over my cheek. I lean into the caress and soak it in like the sun does to water. It feels…right.
“By the way, you can cancel your subscription to that website. You won’t be needing anything from it, ever again. Until tonight, Sadie.”
OMG, he saw that. Oh boy. I am so out of my league. Why am I not running in the opposite direction?
4
Charles
I haven’t felt this interested in anyone since grade school. Not even the woman I was engaged to elicited this type of reaction from me. I’m not sure what it is about this girl that calls to me. But I intend to find out, and until I do, I will make sure she knows she is taken.
Never has going into the office felt like a chore. I have always upheld my duty and responsibility with a level of decorum, I am proud to possess. A few minutes in the presence of Miss Sadie and I want to be anywhere but here. In between her thick supple thighs, while I claim that pussy, I know deep down in my bones is still fresh and untouched.
Is that what it is about her? Could it be I can read the innocence in her? Or maybe it’s even from across the room she has an air of intelligence about her that so few in her generation possess anymore.
Seriously, the age pools are screwed for dating. I know Ralph thinks I have given up on finding love. To some extent that is true.
The actual reason is that anyone between 30-40 who is not self-absorbed are unaware of the world around them, unless it involves reality TV and some insipid family of female vultures.
Then you have the 41-55-age bracket. My group. They have either been married and had children with no desire to start over. Or they gave up family and love for a career, and feel they are too old to start a new chapter.
I don’t want either of those. I may be 50 years old, but I feel barely 25. If the way Charles jr. has been jumping in my pants is any indication, he is still a young lad as well.
The truth is I gave up. I was convinced there was no one left that could meet the requirements I had for myself.
Apparently, I was wrong.
Only thinking about her has me shifting in my seat. She has the most pronounced lips I have ever seen. They are set in a perpetual pout. The color is one I have never seen. A natural lip the color of raspberries.
As I was sitting next to her, I had the urge to lean over and sample those succulent lips to see if they taste as sweet as they look.
Shit. Look what I started. Now I need to whack off. I haven’t done that in ages. Fuck it!! At least I’m in my office.
I reach my hand under the desk and over my thigh in the direction of my erection-clad zipper.
Pulling the zipper down I release my cock. It is as hard as a fucking brick. This girl has turned me inside out in the span of 20 minutes and tells me there is something special about her.
I have had dates and been around many other women. None of them has made me want to jerk and expel myself into my hands.
Reaching for a tissue on my desk. I lean back in my chair, close my eyes, and picture my beautiful girl.
Shit!! Those goddamn lips. When she licked them, I wanted to put her over my shoulder and carry her to the bathroom in the back.
Fuck! Stroking is only going to be a tease. I know she is hiding pinup-sized breasts inside her sweater because I could see a silhouette of her bosom as she turned to the side.
Positively delicious those teats are going to be. I stroke myself harder as I imagine my tongue circling each breast bringing them to a hard peak. I can suck her whole nipple in my mouth and chew on those creamy globes.
Ah fuck. Ah shit! Sadie. Even her fucking name is damn perfect. Equal parts regal, classic, and tempting. A name that belies, mystery, and warmth.
Fuck. Fuck. My hand takes on a mind of its own and speeds up. I can feel the precum leaking and spilling over onto my knuckles. I look down and picture her mouth wrapping around the head of my cock as she puts her tongue in the slit. All of sudden I’m at a fever pitch.
Sadie!!!! Aaahhhhhhh… rrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!
Crap. When was the last time I came this fast? Never. I think trying to calm myself down.
What is she doing to me?
Taking the tissues, I clean myself up, zip my pants, and throw the tissue away.
Looking at the clock, I see that only an hour has passed. It means I still have at least four hours before I can go and pick her up.
Shit!! I forgot in my need for release to make the reservations and send her a text. Yeah, I am definitely in new territory. I have been punctual since I started working and here, I am running late.
I guess I better buzz Margaret.
Beep
“Mr. Russo. What can I do for you?”
“Good afternoon. Can you please call Vita de Casa and make reservations for two for tonight? Say seven.”
“Sir?”
“Is there a problem with my directive, Margaret?”
“Sir, no sir. Right away sir.”
“Thank you.”
I have no idea what has gotten into her, but I also don’t care right now. Everyone is entitled to a slip up every now and again.
Now to text my Sadie.
5
Sadie
Charles: Hello my Sadie. Sorry so late on my message. I was…. roped into another situation. Be that as it may, we have 7pm reservations at Casa Vitas. Be ready by 6:30. Sound doable?
Me: Yes, that sounds doable, Charles.
Charles: Good girl. I will be there prompt. Can’t wait to see you.
OMG!! What the hell am I thinking? A
lthough I am now wet as hell reading that ‘Good Girl’, I am also feeling apprehensive. Casa Vitas? What the hell am I thinking. I am so far out of my league with this man.
Walking into the house, I am greeted with chubby arms wrapped around my legs.
“Auntie Sadie, Auntie Sadie.” I look down at this beautiful little girl that owns my heart and pick her up kissing her all over her face.
“Hi Jacquie, how are you? Did you have a good day little devil?” I ask her while tickling her tummy. I love to hear her laugh. It is so honest and innocent. She has no idea that her life is not as it should be right now. All she knows is that she is loved, warm, fed and safe. To be two again.
“Jacquie got muffin titi.”
“That explains why you smell so sweet.” I give her a few more kisses before she starts wiggling to get down.
“Where is your nana sweet girl?”
“Nana in hitchin.”
I love the way she says kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and I see my mom as usual slaving away over the stove making dinner for everyone. No matter how many times I tell her I will cook for us when I get home, she still insists she do it since I work all those hours. Although technically it's true that being a nurse is a lot of hours and hard work, so is doing what she does.
She is basically a stay at home grandma, and I hate it. Just standing by the door looking at her I see how much, doing my sister’s job has taken its toll on her. She used to be vibrant and full of life. She used to travel and go visit her friends and have spa days and just live, until my sister brought home Lexi. It was like the minute my sister came to the door with that little bundle, I saw the light in my mom go out and the duty takeover.
Watching her now as she flits about the kitchen not knowing I am looking; I can see the slight limp she thinks I don’t notice. I haven’t mentioned it because I know she will dismiss it, but I have watched it get progressively worse and eventually she will have no choice, but to go to the doctor. She has been dropping weight too and that is also alarming to me.
My mom was a single mom with two kids, and she did the best she could. She was wonderful and caring and stern and firm but always loving and with open arms. I would do anything for her, and she knows it because I tell her every day.
“How long you gonna stand there gawking, Peep?”
“Peep. Mom really. I am a grown woman. Stop calling me that.”
“Well stop being a snoop then. Get in here and help me and tell me about your day.”
This is the part I was dreading. Not that I thought she would be discouraging, but quite the opposite. I knew she would champion this and in truth, as much as I want it, I don’t like the idea of leaving her alone for a night, let alone for the rest of my life to deal with my sisters’ shit.
“Well you know the usual. I met up with Maggie, had coffee, met a man. You know the usual.”
“Sadie, look at me.” I look at her and see the curious question she is not saying, ‘Why aren’t you out there with him now?’
“Sadie, did you say met a man? Do tell.”
“Yes mom. I met a man while I was having coffee. His name is Charles and he asked me out tonight.”
“Well my, my. A man that knows what he wants. You don’t see those often. Please tell me you said yes.”
“I said yes mom. But I think I am going to call him and cancel. I mean I can’t go out with him. He is way out of my league. As a matter of fact, he might be perfect for you, mom.”
Even as I say it, my stomach tightens in protest. Though I know I am probably right, just the idea of anyone other than me, dating him and touching him, makes me seethe with jealousy and envy. But I can’t do this right? I mean it's crazy. He is so much older than me, and established and well-traveled it sounds like and what the hell would he want with young, nothing like me. To even be seen on his arm, would get me laughed out of the restaurant.
“Sadie, I don’t know what goes through your mind half the time child of mine. I am in no place right now to even think about dating. I have the girls and…”
“Mom that’s just it. You shouldn’t have the girls. You should be out playing bridge, going on senior cruises and doing whatever it is your age does. Not here raising another set of kids you didn’t make. I wish you would let me takeover. I can do this. Then you can go and do what you need to do.”
“Hush girl. I chose to help and do this, just like I chose to have my children. Your sister lost her way and when she finds it again, she is going to want to come back to her children. Now enough about that nonsense. What are you going to wear for your date?”
6
Charles
Damn. I haven’t been nervous about a date in years. But something about Sadie feels different, thus making me more apprehensive about making a mess of everything. After my afternoon escapades in the office, I was finally able to get some semblance of work done even though she invaded my thoughts every time I allowed myself a second to ponder. I got as much work as I could finished and then I sat back in my chair and looked at the way my life has changed in even the smallest way since this afternoon.
I am an unapologetic workaholic. I have built my business and life with as little sleep as possible and that was conducive to my life because I was the only one in it. Coming into the office this afternoon and not immediately working on anything, was a big a change as any. Now here I am at barely five o’clock and I am so anxious for this date that I am done for the day. I haven’t even had her yet and she has already changed my priorities. Well no sense in sitting here like I’m going to get anything else done. Might as well go home and get ready. I am definitely going to have to beat one off in the shower before I pick her up. Showing up sporting this fucking hard-on is not gentlemanly.
“Margaret.” I buzz my secretary. I am sending everyone home today. Feeling really generous right now and if I might say, happy.
“Yes Sir.”
“You can close down for the night. Let Charlotte know she can leave as well.”
“Sir. Is everything all right? You were preparing the Algonon Acquisition. Don’t you need me for dictation?”
“No, Margaret. Not tonight. I am leaving right now to get ready for a date and felt like giving the rest of you the rest of the day off as well. Enjoy it.”
“Uh, ok Sir. Thank you. See you on Monday then.”
I don’t quite understand her hesitation and the odd inflection in her tone, but I don’t care either. Nothing can change this mood I am in. Not even a workaholic secretary.
“Yes, Margaret. See you Monday. Enjoy your weekend.”
Well time to get ready for Sadie.
Pulling into my driveway, I take a second to do something I haven’t done since I bought this house 5 years ago. I sit and look at it. I try to see what Sadie would see the first time I bring her here. The red brick of the outside is quite Charles Dickens in exterior. The blue shutters and door add a pleasant touch, I think. But it’s the grounds I think she will be the most impressed with. My Sadie appears to be very hands on, fresh air type of woman. That pleases me more than it should. Sitting here looking at my rose garden and the bushes I get trimmed and shaped every month, I can picture her kneeling over the flowers tending to them, watching the wind whip her hair around her face as she smiles at me with the most serene look of happiness I have ever seen.
That picture in my head is beautiful no doubt about it, but it is what I see sitting next to her in the grass that gives me a start for a second. I see a tiny bassinet with an even tinier baby inside. The epitome of her mom and sleeping like an angel. The picture so vivid and real, I have to grab my chest and take deep breaths or risk letting my knees buckle right where I stand. I can feel it though. The family and life we could have here, that I didn’t even know I wanted until the moment I laid eyes on her. At the ripe old age of 50, the last thing on my mind should be diapers and babies that would be teenagers when I am geriatric and in diapers myself. But I want it. I want it so bad I can taste it. And like with everything
else in my life, when I want something, I don’t stop until I get it.
I just hope Sadie wants it too. And with me.
7
Sadie
I have been dressed for all of 20 minutes and already I can feel the bile in my stomach rising. I have no idea what the hell I am doing. My mom all but walked me to my closet and picked out my outfit. The only thing she didn’t do was dress me. Though I am sure she would have if I would have taken much longer.
My hands won’t stop shaking, knees knocking together. I don't know why I am so nervous other than that he is so….much and I am...well me.
Bzzz.
Shit. the doorbell.
“Get the door girl! That man ain’t gonna live forever.” Geesh. “Hush mama. I’m going.” Here’s goes nothing I think answering the door. And boy am I glad I took a deep breath first, since looking at him standing in front of me knocked the air from my lungs. Could he be any more handsome? He is dressed in a button up gray shirt, no jacket, which I love because I can see how defined his arms are. Strong, yet lean. Muscle and strength to wrap myself in. His slacks have to be tailor made for him, since they fit his thighs so well. Holy hell!! I want to drop to my knees and worship him. Wrap my hand around those herculean legs, while I suck that cock that keeps trying to play peek-a-boo with me. Wait...What?!? I don’t even know myself right now.
“Sweet girl, I would appreciate it if you would stop staring at me. The wetness leaving your mouth is giving my cock ideas and I want to at least feed you real food first before I introduce you to the Lord and master.” Phew!!! See what I mean. Even the way he talks to me is hot. His finger lifts my chin which I am mortified to know was hanging open. I can feel the blush spreading up my chest and face.