by Jamie Knight
“Ellis is family, even if you don't recognize it. I'm just trying to get you back together.” Diane said intractable.
Shae actually laughed out loud and rolled her eyes in a way that I could see it from where I was standing. I was really proud of her.
“Mom, I would like you to meet my fiancé, Chris.”
“Christopher Stewart,” I said, stepping forward and offering a hand.
“The father of my child,” Shae added, pointedly.
I pushed down my shock, not wanting to give the game away. I figured the child thing was just another line to get to her mother.
Before things could come to blows, a man about Diane's age came ambling over to see what's what.
“Hello, I'm Chester, Shae's daddy. Ellis is her husband.”
“Ex-husband,” I corrected firmly, as I shook Ellis's hand.
“Ain't no such thing,” Ellis said, trying to crush my hand in his manly grip
“There is according to the law,” I pointed out, popping three of his knuckles in my actually firm grasp. His face turning red by the time I released him.
“Are you a lawyer?” Chester asked, sounding interested.
“Oh, no, just an art director,” I explained.
“Fag,” I heard Ellis say under his breath.
“Though I do have also been training in Muy Thai for ten years,” I said, looking at Ellis as I said it, making him take a full step back.
“Would you care to go for a walk?” Ellis asked Shae, apparently not learning his lesson.
Again doing me proud, Shae literally laughed in his face before coming back and taking me by the hand.
“I assume we are in my old room?” Shae asked.
“Y-yes,” Diane said, too flustered to protest about us sleeping in the same bed. I was surprised she didn't try to call the police on Shae for wearing pants.
We made our way to the house. Shae sailed through the crowd, ignoring the looks the little scene had garnered. She seemed like she was doing fine and was even happy. It wasn't until we were out of sight in the house that she crumpled, letting me know how much the performance had cost her. I scooped her up from the floor and carried her to our room, Shae giving me directions as we went.
Chapter Nine - Shae
I knew I was shaking. I tried not to. I really didn't want to worry Chris, but I couldn't help it. The room was the same one Mom always assigned me, even though I was a bloody adult. Chris carried me in like a big brave hero, laying me out on the bed, continuing to hold me until I stopped trembling.
“You did beautifully, sugar plum,” he said, holding me tight.
“Back at ya, Errol Flynn. I thought Ellis might shit his Ralph Laurens.”
“Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, believe me. Come Monday morning, your parents are going to love me because of how much I love you.”
My heart skipped a bit at this romantic show of love and courage. He didn't know my parents and was still throwing himself into the lion's den. Though Chris was so confident, I couldn't help but believe him. I thought about asking if he really loved me but couldn't quite pluck up the courage. I wasn't sure I was ready to hear the answer or to tell him that the baby was actually real.
I hadn't really meant to kiss him. I just really needed to distract myself. Though to be fair, it's not as though he was unreceptive, kissing me back with tenderness as well as passion. I could tell how much he really wanted me. Not only because of the massive bulge forming in his pants. I couldn't leave Chris like that and started to unbuckle his jeans. After a moment of awkwardness, his cock was out in its full glory, wrapped in my small, warm hands.
Like before, I started stroking him first. Working up the nerve, I leaned in and started to suck. It really was just what I needed to forget all the shit around me. His warm hard cock was more comforting than I could have imagined. Not to mention the feeling of Chris stroking my hair as I sucked on him.
Chris unloaded into my mouth with I accepted gratefully, swallowing down every last drop of sweet, warm cum he gave me. This was the best part of my day, aside from when we talked it out and decided that we actually were dating seriously with an eye towards the future we would have together.
Pulling me to him, Chris kissed me tenderly and started undoing my pants. I leaned back and let him take my clothes off. I really hadn't planned on us going to bed together, but I wasn't about to complain. It was the first time we'd had sex since the opera partly because I was too stressed to really think about much else but work and the reunion and the baby growing in me.
Now that I had a chance to really stop and think about it, I realized I was really desperate for his touch. I had been around Chris quite a bit, particularly on the drive, but I wanted more. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so horny. Not even with Ellis. Being with Chris was making me happy and horny in ways I had never been before.
“Yeah, lick me, babe,” I cooed, as he gently opened my legs after I was naked.
And lick me he did. Making sure to pay special attention to my clit while using his finger to stimulate my g-spot as he pleasured me beautifully with his talented tongue. I came so hard the bed actually shook, rattling up against the wood-paneled wall.
He kissed me softly as I recovered. Unable to take it anymore, I basically pulled Chris on top of me, spreading my legs as I did so. I needed him inside me right then and there.
He fulfilled my request pushing his cock inside of my pussy, the feeling of which made me relax, leaving me entirely in his capable hands. Working my pussy with just the tip to get me even more excited, Chris pushed even further in, though nowhere near all the way. The laws of Newtonian physics conspiring against us. Not only would it hurt for him to go all the way in, but I also wasn't entirely sure that there would actually be room for him in there. Not that it wasn't great.
It certainly felt amazing for me, and as far as I could tell, Chris liked to too, otherwise he wouldn't have been so keen to jump into bed with me every chance he got. Though, to be fair, it was usually me who initiated sex. I was getting to be absolutely insatiable.
Chris got half of his full bulk inside my tight little pussy, sending pleasure through me in intense waves with every movement, brushing up against my clit and my g-spot at the same time.
“Harder,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You sure?”
“Yes, please, fuck me hard.”
Taking me at my word, Chris started going faster, building in both speed and intensity until he was pounding my pussy. It hurt at first, I won't lie. The intensity crossing over into pain, to the point I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. The pain subsided after a while, and it started to feel really good. I still had to bite my lip to keep from screaming, but in that case from sheep pleasure.
He tried to pull out, but I locked my legs around him, wanting to feel his thick cock inside me as I came. Not to mention the warm rush of his cum. It felt good in my mouth, but I wanted to feel it again in my pussy. Chris didn't know I was already pregnant, so there was no real risk in doing it, but I wasn't really thinking about that at the time. He held me close and kissed me all over as I trembled under him, his massive cock still buried deep inside me.
When I finally released him, Chris eased out of me, slipping his fingers where his cock had been as a place holder. He offered me his cock again, which I took with gusto, sucking for all that I was worth, bringing up another flood of sweet cum straight into my mouth.
Finally finished, Chris tucked his cock back into his pants, zipping up, kissing me gently as he did so. Exhausted, I collapsed back on the bed and Chris covered me with the blanket as though tucking me in to go to sleep.
No sooner was I snuggled up warm than the bedroom door unlocked from the outside and started to open.
“The fuck are you doing in here?” Ellis demanded.
“What do you think? Take your time, you'll work it out.”
“Get the fuck out of here, asshole. This is my room.”
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br /> “Didn't see your name on the door,” Chris snapped, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“Diane meant it for me, so Shae and I could be together. She is my wife, after all.”
“Diane is your wife too? Wow, I didn't know polygamy was legal here.”
“Shut up, smart ass! You know I was talking about Shae! She is my wife! We are supposed to share this room.”
“Not according to the divorce papers. I'm not sharing anything with you!” I shouted, suddenly recovered by the power of rage.
“Shae, come on, honey.”
“Don't you dare 'honey' me you piece of shit!”
“But I love you,” Ellis protested, putting on his charming man impression.
“You loved abusing me. Find somewhere else to keep your crap. Or, better yet, fuck off entirely.”
I had dealt with Ellis’ bullshit too many times not to see through him. He was trying to charm his way back into my life like he had when I was twenty-five. The difference was by this time, I had the memories to remind me of what he was really like.
Finally, Ellis stormed off, slamming the door behind him so hard the windows rattled. Chris got up as soon as he was gone, redoing the lock and sliding pennies into the corners.
“What are you doing?”
“Penny locks. I should have taken the key so he can't try it again.”
“I don't think he will,” I said.
“No?”
“No, you handled it beautifully, thank you.”
“Anytime,” he said, sitting back on the bed and kissing me.
“You really weren't scared, were you?”
“Not at all. I could drop him in two moves though it is unlikely to come to that. Besides which anyone with a brain can see that you're totally over Ellis.”
“Everybody but my parents.”
“I think I might have just implied your parents don't have brains,” Chris said, sounding genuinely dismayed.
“It's fine, babe. I mean, they do have brains but also have blinders on when it comes to Ellis.”
Chapter Ten - Chris
I wasn't quite sure what to wear. The setting was country, but the overall feeling from the family was pretty damn rich and preppy. In the end, I decided to go country club with a pair of khakis and a polo shirt.
“Lookin' good,” Shae said, coming back from the bathroom, which was out in the central area of the house.
“Thanks, I wasn't sure about, you know the right note.”
“Interesting metaphor,” Shae said with a good-natured smirk.
“Ah, yes, point taken. Still, though, if I can't fit in with my family, I might as well try and fit in with yours.”
“Interesting theory.” She raised her eyebrows at me, looking doubtful.
Aden and Camilla showed up just in time for dinner, which was both big and casual. There were place settings but set on a cluster of picnic tables around the lake. There were several folding tables lined up near the house set with various serving containers of picnic-style food. However, all the food had a fancy twist. It really was impressive what could be done with a grilled cheese sandwich with a bit of skill and imagination.
“Shall we stake out a table, sugar plum?” I asked, just loud enough to be heard by most people in the immediate area, including Diane and Ellis.
“Of course, babe,” Shae said, doing the same.
We got a good table right between the food table and the lake, giving a good view of both. We left our jackets, and Shae went so far as to literally write our names on the tabletop with a sharpie, so no one could pull the 'don't see your name on it' trick.
Trays well loaded with food and big cups of orange style drink, we returned to the table followed by Aden and Camilla. Much of the talk around us was about Dixie. Much of it veering between the venerating and the damning. Shae and Aden seemed to really look up to their grandmother, despite most of their family seeming to be scandalized by her and her legendary antics. If anything, it warmed me to Dixie without having met her and made me look forward to the opportunity.
We were partway through dessert when Dixie finally showed up in all her finery, including a silk neck scarf and augmented by a pair of dark Jackie-O glasses that looked like they could have been from the First Lady herself.
“Am I fashionably late?”
“No, just really late,” Diane huffed.
“Terribly sorry, the blasted flight was delayed, wouldn't you know?”
“I'm not surprised,” Chester said, earning a smack in the head from his wife.
“Anyhoo. I want y'all to meet Victor,” Dixie said, giving a sort of signal.
A handsome, slender man in his 60's dressed as though he was a teenaged delinquent —from back when “delinquent” was a word that people still said — stepped up to Dixie's side.
“'Allo,” he said, raising a hand in greeting.
“Everyone, I want you to meet Victor Pierre, my new boy toy, we met at a cafe on the banks of the Sine. A bit cliché I know but very romantic none the less.”
“Oui,” Victor agreed, beaming.
“English, darling,” Dixie whispered.
“Yes,” Victor corrected.
“How old is he?” Diane demanded tactlessly.
“A mere pup of sixty and dynamite in bed,” Dixie replied with a mischievous grin.
“Mother!” Diane scream blushing furiously as the rest of the family gasped.
All but Shae and Aden, that is. Shae bursting out in laugher as Aden broke into a polite golf clap. Taking me by the arm, Shae got up and almost ran to her grandma, towing me along with her.
“Oh, hello dear,” Dixie said as she saw Shae approach.
“Dixie, I'd like you to meet Chris. He's my new fiancé.”
There was an awkward pause as Dixie looked me up and down for a good minute, as though sizing me up. Finally, she gave an approving nod.
“Yes, he is much better than that last loser you were dragging around,” Dixie declaimed.
“Hey!” Ellis protested from his spot at Diane's table.
It was about that time that Chester cleared his throat, and Dixie whirled around to look at him like she might pounce at any moment. I wouldn't have put it past her either. She looked pretty damn spry for an eighty-year-old.
“What kind of fool invites an ex-husband to a reunion?” Dixie asked, looking straight at Diane.
“Shae and Ellis belong together. It hath been ordained by God!”
I just crossed my arms and glared at Diane. There were things I could have said, but I was trying to win them over, and besides which, from what I understood, tar and feathering was rather an unpleasant experience.
“Oh, horsefeathers,” Dixie said, standing up for us, “you're a social climber darlin', not a Bishop.”
Another gasp made its rounds among the assembled party. Apparently, that was the first time they had seen anyone talk back to Diane and lived. Though I guessed there were legends of such miracles occurring.
“Which table is yours, dear?”
“Follow me!” Shae gushed.
It was a bit tight, but we managed to squeeze Dixie and Victor Pierre in at our table I spoke to Victor Pierre in French for a while to put him at his ease. He really didn't seem comfortable with English.
“So, Chris, what is your family like?” Dixie asked politely while sipping a very spiked orange drink.
“Musical. The whole lot of them.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, my mom, Gwen Stewart-”
“The soprano?”
“Exactly.”
“So, your daddy is Scott Stewart, the composer?”
“You're on a roll,” I said with a smile.
“Any siblings?”
“My brother Chase.”
“From Dante Street Massacre?”
I was a bit surprised by that one. I didn't know a lot of octogenarians who were into European influenced Symphonic Metal. Dixie really was full of surprises.
“You must be musical
too, yeah?” she asked.
I laughed embarrassedly. “No, not really. I mean, I like it, but the genes must have skipped over me.”
“Oh, what are you into.”
“Art.”
“Oh, what kind of art?” Dixie asked, getting really interested.
“Illustration mostly. Pencil and ink, of course. I'm old school that way, though I also like painting.”
She clapped her hands. “What a coincidence! I just got back from a master painting class in Paris!”
“You don't say,” I said, feigning surprise.
“It's true! I even have my smaller portfolio! The bigger one had to be shipped separately, damn TSA!”
“No argument there,” I said.
Dixie reached into her purse and pulled out a roughly 9x11 portfolio book, laying it on the table between us. Switching into professional mode, I took up the portfolio and started going through it. I couldn't help but wonder if Dixie was trying to shock me or if the collection was some kind of test. The majority of the paintings were nudes of older men. Not my favorite subject in the world, but I stayed professional, taking note of the materials and Dixie's overall technique.
“Interesting soft brush technique,” I mused.
“You recognize that on sight?”
“Art History major,” I said, handing back the portfolio.
“Really? What have you managed to do with that?”
“I'm the art director at a successful graphic design firm in Las Vegas,” I said without bragging.
“Gosh! Handsome, talented, and a great job! This one's a keeper, honey!”
I was glad to have so impressed Dixie. Shae's parents still didn't like me much, though Chester showed it a lot less than Diane, whose seething malice was almost palpable. However, Dixie was the one whose opinion Shae seemed to hold in the highest regard, and she struck me as someone who didn't suffer fools gladly, or at all. Definitely a win.
We were the last to leave our table as it turned dark, most of the attendees rushing inside, no doubt to gossip about Dixie and her numerous acts of rebellion. One of those was most likely being friendly with me, the home-wrecking interloper — despite the fact Shae was already divorced when we met.