He moans as he puts his hand on the back of my head. I reach his shorts and stick my hand down them, under his briefs. I grab hold of his already hard penis. It is quite large as I can barely touch my fingers tips as I start to move my hand up and down in a figure-eight motion. I pull his shorts down more as he wiggles to help me and groans from my touch. I lick my lips and slide my mouth over the enormous head of his huge cock. He stops me as he sits up and grabs me under my arms, flipping us over. I am now on my back, and he presses his mouth to mine, aggressively massaging my tongue with his.
He runs his hand down my body and slides his fingers in the side of my bikini bottoms, pulling them down. I lift my hips to help him remove my bottoms. He takes his hand, spreading my legs, and lowers himself to me. I can feel his penis as it rests against my hip and up past my belly button.
He stops kissing me for two seconds to suck on his finger before returning to kiss me and brings his hand down between my legs. He gently rubs his thumb over my clit, and I instantly break out with goosebumps across my entire body. My heart starts to race, and my breathing deepens. He slides his finger into me, and the feeling is exotic. I let out a slight gasp in his mouth before he lets out a deep breath.
"Holy fuck, you're tight," he whispers in my mouth.
He continues to kiss me aggressively and starts moving his finger in and out of me slowly, then picking up the pace as I become wetter. I let out a loud moan in his mouth, and he kisses me more passionately but aggressive at the same time. I can feel his penis throb against my thigh. I've never felt like this before.
"You're so fucking wet. My God!" he whispers in my ear.
He removes his fingers just as I'm close to climaxing. I grab onto his wrist. He smiles then grabs hold of himself and runs his penis up and down the opening of my vagina.
Chapter Thirty-Three
He stops at the opening and starts to ease himself into me gently. He lets out a loud moan then stops. He moves his lips from mine, lets out a growl, then puts his head down on the pillow next to the side of my face. He takes the tiny bit of the tip of his penis out of me. I fling open my eyes and grab his wrist. I look straight into his eyes.
"What- what's wrong? Why'd you stop?" I asked, concerned.
What now, what could possibly be the reason why he is stopping this. He lifts himself onto his forearms, putting his hands on my cheeks, and stares into my eyes before pecking me on the lips.
"You're wasted. I've only had a couple of beers. I promised myself that I would never have sex with you when your drunk. I want you to remember this, more so because it would be our first time together," Luke replies, gazing into my eyes.
I am not sure what to say, because he's right, I'm drunk as shit. Fuck, I want him badly, but I want to remember every moment of our first time together. Ugh, why must he be so respectful?
"Okay," I say, smiling and kiss him.
"Please, don't be upset with me. I promise I will make it up to you when you're sober," he says with sincerity in his eyes.
I smile back at him, giving a nod of approval.
The door bursts open, and we are startled from our beautiful moment to Ris crying and holding her face. I hop out of bed and throw a shirt on. Luke grabs his boxer briefs, slides them on, then walks over to flick on the light. Ris is standing there, holding her nose, butt naked, with blood all over her face, chest, and arms. What in the hell?
Luke grabs a towel from the floor and wraps it around her and leaves the room. I hold her nose and walk her to the bathroom. Jason shows up in just his boxers, and he's covered in some of Ris's blood.
"What the fuck happened?" I scream at him while holding Ris's bloody face as she cries.
Jason looks concerned for Ris. I feel bad for them both. At least she had somewhat decent timing when she rushed in here.
"She was on top, and I flipped her over to nail her from behind, then she fell off the bed. She smacked her face off the bedside table," Jason shrugs his shoulders, trying not to laugh.
"You've got to be kidding me," I burst out laughing.
Only Ris! Of course, something this retarded would happen to her. Drunken sex can lead to crazy disasters sometimes. I do not know whether to laugh more or feel sorry for her as I hold her nose while she is wrapped in a towel, crying. Luke comes in with a few wet washcloths and an ice pack and hands it to Jason. I tell Jason to hold one on her nose as I take the other to clean the blood from her chest and arms.
"Can you grab Ris a shirt from the room, please?" I yell at Luke.
Luke and Jason look each other over before Luke turns to leave the bathroom. I tell Jason that he can go and that I've got it covered from here. I ask him to clean himself up and any blood he sees in his room. Luke returns with a shirt, laughs, then kisses me before leaving again. I wipe the blood from Ris's face and place the ice pack on her nose.
"You've got to take it easy on the hard-core fucking," I laugh.
She giggles as she throws her arms up in the air. I am so glad Ris took it all in good spirits; I am sure she is used to this sort of thing happening.
"Did I interrupt you and Luke?" she questions.
"No, we were pretty much done," I sigh.
I wish he wouldn't have stopped us, but we may have been interrupted by Ris and Jason anyway. She kicks me and lets out a squeal, squinting and groaning when it hurts her nose. I look at her and shoosh her.
"I will tell you about it tomorrow when we're sober," I say.
There's a lot for me to tell her after tonight. I help her get the shirt on that Luke brought. I leave her in the bathroom to get us some water. I walk into the kitchen and notice Luke is out cold on the tiny couch in the living room with his feet hanging over the end. I walk over and put the blanket from the back of the couch over him. He is such a cute sleeper.
I head back to the bathroom with the waters. Ris takes a drink of her water, downing the whole glass in seconds. We walk into my dad's room and crawl into bed together. I cannot help but chuckle at what just happened. Ris punches me and tells me to shut up. Who gets a bloody nose from bouncing their face off the nightstand during sex? Ris does, that's who! Ris and I lay in bed, talking for quite a while about anything and everything before we fall asleep after a great but bizarre night.
Chapter Thirty-Four
The morning sun beams through the window, shining directly on my face. I open my eyes to look around. Behind me is Ris sprawled out in a shirt, pantyless, and snoring away. Her face looks quite bruised. I giggle a little because I'm reminded of the events that led up to her misfortune. I grab my phone and see that it is only a quarter to seven. It's so early, why am I awake. I am surprised I don't have much of a hangover. Maybe, I didn't drink as much as I thought last night.
I get dressed and grab a sweatshirt, check myself in the mirror quickly, then pull my hair through the loop of my hat and head out into the kitchen. I can hear Luke's adorable snores from the living room. He is on his back with one leg off the couch, his foot on the floor and the other leg hanging off the end, still wrapped in the blanket I covered him in.
I set up the coffee maker to brew some joe for the hungover clan. They will be looking for it when they wake. I quietly open the fridge, grab myself an apple juice, and the styrofoam cup full of worms. I snatch a granola bar from the counter and make my way down to the lake—time for some me-time.
The grass is still wet from the morning dew as I walk across the lawn. It's so quiet and peaceful right now. It is the best time to be out here. I saunter into the boathouse and grab my dad's fishing rod, tackle box, and a net just in case I happen to catch something of decent size. I sit down on the bench and look out over the lake before setting my rod up for fishing. Every time we came here for a weekend, my dad would fish from this bench every Sunday morning. He would say it's his church. He'd sit down here for an hour or two even if he didn't catch anything.
Now, I see why he did. The view is stunningly beautiful, and it smells divine. The birds are chirping, the lake is
still, and the bugs aren't too bad yet. I can feel my dad’s presence. It's surreal. I bait my hook and stand up to give it a cast. My dad liked to fish with a bobber, so I put one on. I can hear a slight crinkling coming from the front pocket of my sweatshirt. I pull out an envelope, the writing on it is in my dad's handwriting, and it reads,
To my Little Lady.
I forgot about the letters given to us during the reading of my father's Will. I must have shoved it in the pocket of this sweatshirt from my purse. I wasn't ready to read it then. Now is as good a time as ever. I flip over the envelope, slide my finger under the flap, pull out the tri-folded paper, and open it.
Dear Allison Paige,
I write this letter because I have been told a personal message is more meaningful than being read off guidelines on what to do with someone's personal belongings. I have to agree. I hope I am in my old age at my passing, and you are all grown with a beautiful family of your own that I was able to be a part of. I want you to know how proud of you I am. I am so proud of your hard work and dedication you've shown while in school and life. You worked fearlessly to achieve your dreams. Allison, you can do anything you set your mind to. You have a huge heart, and you're so beautiful. I hope I was able to watch you graduate from college, settle into your career, see you move into your first home, walk you down the aisle, and watch you become an amazing mother. Time is not measured by the rise and set of the sun, but by the moments we share with those we love. Please, know I love you with every piece of me, and I will continue to love you when I am no longer on this earth. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.
With all my love,
Dad
Tears heavily cascading down my face, I fold the paper back up, put it in the envelope, and slide it back into my pocket. Reading my dad's words hurt my heart so much. He died so young and will not witness a lot of what he mentioned in his letter. He won't be there when I purchase my first home, and he won't be walking me down the aisle, or wrestle around giving horsie back rides with my children. He was taken too soon. He deserved a longer life. I should be angry with God, but for some reason, I'm not. He needed to take my dad home, and I'm somewhat at peace with that.
"Fishing this early, Alicat?" Ernie asks from behind me.
"Nah, I'm in church," I reply with a slight smile and wipe the tears from my face.
Ernie smiles and takes a seat next to me. He grabs hold of my hand then looks out over the lake. I can sense that he feels dad is here too.
"We all miss him, kiddo," he sighs.
I know Ernie misses him a lot because they've been friends for years. We sit in silence as we have Sunday church together with my dad. Ernie gives me a huge hug before excusing himself and strolling back up the hill. I start to cry again, and my rod falls onto the dock. I grab it and notice my bobber is gone. I set the hook and begin to reel. The fish seems slightly bigger than what I am used to catching from the dock, usually sunnies, bluegill, perch, or an occasional northern pike. But this one is putting up a fairly good fight, as I reel it in closer to the dock.
"I got something big!" I shout to Ernie.
He makes his way back to me and notices the bend in my dad's rod as well as my tired struggle from reeling. The fish comes closer to the surface as I continue to reel it in. It jumps frantically out of the water then back to struggling to swim away.
"Woah!" Ernie shouts in excitement and grabs the net.
He scoops under the water with the net and pulls up the fish. We hoot and holler as I just reeled in one of the largest walleyes I've ever caught in my life. I dance around in victory while Ernie laughs. I wish my dad were here with us, but Ernie being here makes me feel like he is.
"Hold this while I get a tape measure," Ernie says and digs through my dad's tackle box.
I pull the walleye out of the net and hold it up. Ernie takes a quick picture then measures my fish. The beast measures just over thirty-three inches long. What a pig! A definite wall mounter, but I decide to remove the hook and release it back into the water to swim another day. I am blessed to have caught it and have a picture taken with it. Ernie pats me on the back, tells me "great catch," then heads up to the cabin. I grab my dad's rod, tackle box, and the net to put back in the boathouse. I grab the container of worms and set off for the cabin. Before I reach the top of the hill, I turn back to the lake. I look out over it and smile.
"Thanks, dad! Love you!" I whisper.
Chapter Thirty-Five
When I enter the cabin, Ernie is sitting at the island talking with Luke while Gladys is cooking breakfast. No one else is awake yet. I am a little nervous to see Luke after our awkward moment last night, which ended in him stopping us from having sex again. However, he doesn't seem to think it's as uncomfortable as I do since he is smiling those gorgeous pearly whites at me. He looks striking, as usual.
"Nice fish you caught this morning," Luke says.
"Thanks, it was the biggest walleye I have ever caught. It was a lot of fun to reel in," I reply.
"Hard to believe I caught it off the dock."
I walk past everyone and head to my dad's room to check on Ris and grab my phone. Ris is sitting on the bed and looks in rough shape. The corner of her eye by her nose is quite puffy and blackish purple, her nose is pomegranate red, and her upper lip on the same side as her slightly black eye looks as though she has received lip fillers. I want to laugh but know I shouldn't, although the situation leading up to her MMA debut is one to put in the record books.
"How are you feeling, Ris?" I ask as I sit down next to her.
"As good as I look," she laughs.
I smile back at her.
"I seriously look like Kim Kardashian just got her ass kicked by Ronda Rousey!"
I wasn't going to argue with her there. She clearly does, but at least we can laugh about it now.
"What time do you want to get going today?" I ask.
I know she's very hungover and has a five-hour drive ahead, after our two-hour drive back to my dad's place to get to the city.
"I'm way too hungover to give a shit about going home today. Plus, no makeup in this world can fix this," she replies as she points to her face.
"You're going to leave tomorrow morning, then?"
"Yea, if that's okay with you. I will call into work tomorrow. This way, I can spend some more time with my bitch!" Ris grunts and throws herself back onto the bed.
"So, what happened between you and Luke last night before I interrupted you two love birds with my naked circus antics?" Ris asks sarcastically while sucking air in-between her teeth in pain as she touches her bruised face.
Last night was all kinds of craziness. Luke stopping us when he practically had it in then Ris naked and all bloodied up.
"I don't know how to explain what took place between him and me last night. He stopped us from having sex again, though," I say with a sigh.
Ris flings up from the bed.
"What? What the fuck is wrong with him?" she shouts.
I wish I knew the answer to give to her, but I don't even know it myself.
"It's just so strange that he keeps stopping us from having sex. Last night was the farthest we've made it. Like he was in but not in, in," I say while picking the polish from my nails.
"What the fuck is not in, in?" Ris questions with the most awkward, confused look I've ever seen her make.
"Well, we were naked. I attempted to suck his dick, and when I put my mouth on him, he flipped us around then fingered me before he went to insert himself. He was barely in, and there was no penetration or anything before he stopped it all completely," I explain, quite embarrassed.
Ris looks at me as if her mind is blown, and she is literally clueless as to why Luke is acting the way he is when it comes to us being intimate with each other.
"Um... Woah! Did he say why he stopped from fucking you silly? Is it big?" she asks.
"He said something about how I was wasted, and he didn't want to have sex with me while I was drunk. It was also that he wa
nted me to remember our first time together," I reply feeling just as stupid saying it out loud as I felt when Luke said it to me.
"Oh, and he's huge!"
Not even listening to the first part of what I said, Ris holds her hands up to give me a measurement gesture of Luke's dick size. I adjust her hands, moving them farther apart, and her mouth drops. Of course, she would be more interested in his penis instead of why it hasn't been inside me. I give her a detailed description of it before she could ask me for one.
The way her eyes light up and the facial expressions she displays as I describe every inch of Luke's dick to her make the unfortunate situation I was in last night a tad more bearable. After I finish describing the massive appendage Luke has between his legs, Ris begins to tell me her theory as to why he may keep preventing us from going all the way. She mentions that he may really like me and not want to ruin anything by going too fast. Either that or he's nervous about our first time together. Then she mentions something about the shop, my dad, Ernie, and Jason. It could be a whole lot of things, but I've got the gist of where she is going with her speech.
I never thought about Luke and I being in a relationship, whether it was purely sexual or becoming something serious, affecting the shop or something my father may disapprove of if he were still here. I have a lot of work to do on myself and to realize that not everything revolves around me. I need to consider the way things may affect others, as well.
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