Walker and Valerie

by Annette Stephenson

  “I will see. Here, do you recognize this person?” I showed her the photo we had.

  “This is who ruined my popcorn? No, it’s a person in black trying hard to conceal their identity. Jerk.” She handed it back to me. I heard a bell.

  “I got to go; someone wants to see a movie.” She smiled and started for the lobby.

  I stopped her. “I will talk to you later.” I kissed her and let her get to work. I needed to get to work myself. More digging to do.

  It was Saturday afternoon; I was picking Val up from work at 3:00. We had talked every night the past week, and I missed being with her. I loved talking with her. We laughed most of the time. We built a very solid foundation, something I’d never bothered doing before. I walked into the theater and saw Blake and Vikki helping patrons. Valerie was not at the counter. I waved to Blake and went to her office.

  Her door was ajar. “Well, as long as you and Grandpa are happy, that’s all that matters.”

  She paused as she listened. “I will be fine. Walker and Josie will help me. It will be fine.” She paused again. “Okay, Grandma. I will see you both when you come up for my birthday. I love you.” She finally saw me standing in the doorway. She had tears on her cheeks. She hung up. She wiped her face. “Sorry, I will be ready in just a minute.” She turned and shut down the computer and placed her books and papers in a drawer. She slammed it shut.

  I stood there watching her. I didn’t know what was said, but I guessed. “Val, honey, let’s get you home and you can tell me.”

  She nodded. We headed to the lobby. She said bye to Vikki and Blake, thanking them for holding down the fort until Tony came in. We had planned on me taking her home, her showering and changing, then us going out to dinner. I figured that was off the table and texted April.

  I drove over to the restaurant and picked up dinner. Val said nothing and just looked out the window. As I walked back out to the car and saw her sad face, I made another decision. I swung back to my apartment. I was going to grab some clothes and stay with her. “I’ll be right back; I forgot something.”

  I still had a go-bag packed. It had everything I needed plus more. It was just quick and easy to grab that. I ran back down the stairs. She still hadn’t moved. I drove us over to her place. I helped her out. She finally spoke, saying she wanted to take a shower, to wash the popcorn smell off. I put the food on the counter and petted Tabby-Girl. After a few strokes she took off for the bathroom, I had a feeling to follow her. I heard Val sobbing through the door.

  I stripped and let myself in. She had a walk-in shower similar to mine. She was sitting in her shower chair under the spray. She had her face buried in her hands. I took the shower wand and finished wetting her hair. I grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair. After rinsing it, I put the conditioner on and just let it sit. I took her shower gel and pouf and, starting at her feet, washed her. I washed her arms; I felt a weird ridge on the inside of one of her upper arms.

  “I’m sorry, Walker.” She had slowed down her sobs and was sniffling now.

  I reached up to her cheek and rubbed my thumb across it. “Nothing to be sorry about.” I finished washing her and rinsed her hair. I went back to her arm. “Val, what is this?”

  She looked up at me. “My birth control implant. I wanted to make my periods more manageable.”

  “Ah, makes sense.” I shut off the water and wrung out her hair. She had a few towels hung up on the towel bar.

  “The white one is for my hair.” I handed it to her. She flipped her head and wrapped her hair up in the towel. I took the others and handed her one. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. She had dried off. “I forgot to bring clothes in with me.”

  I looked at her, her face still splotchy, her hair twisted up in a towel; she still looked beautiful. “Do you want me to take you or do it yourself, or tell me what to grab for you?”

  “Could you take me, then come back for my chair?” she asked.

  “Of course.” I opened the door, then scooped her up and took her to her room.

  She saw my bag lying on the floor. “What’s that?” she pointed towards it.

  “My overnight bag. I figured you would rather stay in tonight, and I don’t really want you to be alone.” I put her on the bed. She directed me to get some clothes for her. She got dressed as I got her chair, and my clothes I left on the floor. I put my boxers back on and found a T-shirt and gym shorts in my bag to lie around in. She got on her stretchy pants and a T-shirt and lay back on the bed.

  “Walker, I … can we just lie in here a while? I’m not up for sitting right now.” She handed me the towel her hair had been in and started to comb it out.

  “Sure, I will be right back.” I hung up the towels, grabbed us some water, and put the food in the fridge. I went back to lie with her. I pulled her up so I could lie on my back and she could lay her head on my shoulder with my arm curled around her.

  “This is two Saturdays in a row now I’ve been a mess. I don’t like it.” She paused. “Oh, Walker, this is not how I wanted to spend tonight with you, exactly.”

  “It’s okay, Val, things happen. We have plenty of Saturday nights in our future.”

  “My grandma called today. She and my grandpa have decided to sell their house here and live full-time in Florida. She said they will still come up for my birthday in August and Christmas, but they don’t want to move every six months. So, they won’t be coming up till August now. And when they do, they will be packing and cleaning up, then sell their house and go back to Florida. I’m happy for them. I really am. It’s just …”

  “Hard knowing you have two less people around when you don’t have many to begin with?” I supplied for her.

  “Yeah, and I always look forward to spending time with them, but now, they aren’t here to do things with.”

  “So, Josie and I get more of your time? Wow, what a shame.” I smiled. I hoped to get her laughing, lessen the blow.

  She smiled and chuckled. “Yeah, I know you’re devastated. I just know they are not going to be around forever, and I value the time with them.”

  “I know, that part is hard, watching your grandparents age. I didn’t get watch my grandparents since I was gone so much while I served. But even talking to them on the phone, I can tell they are getting older. Val, if you want to do something, anything, just ask, we will do it. I know you said you like to visit a soup kitchen. We can go. I don’t mind.” I kissed the top of her head. “Do you feel better now?”

  “Somewhat. I am tired now.” She handed me the TV remote, “Watch TV if you want. I just want some rest.” She snuggled into my side and I felt her body relax. I turned on the TV and found a halfway okay movie on Turner Movie Classics. Soon her breathing settled into sleep.

  I let her sleep for about an hour and a half. I wanted to get her up to eat; I was starving. I brushed her hair back from her face. She looked peaceful. I was glad her mind was not troubling her sleep. I stroked her hair and laid a trail of kisses from her temple to her lips.

  “Mmm, this is a nice way to wake up,” she said sleepily.

  “It could be arranged to happen more often. You hungry?” I looked in her eyes. She looked much better; her nap had done her good.

  “Yeah, I could go for some of that soup. And maybe you for dessert.” She smiled at me. She was so cute.

  “I think I would rather have you for dessert.” I kissed her harder. I heard my stomach rumble.

  She broke the kiss and laughed. “I think we need food. Walker, could you, please?” She put her arms up.

  I stood and put her in her chair. I realized that I didn’t have it in the right place for her to do it herself. We headed to the kitchen and heated up the food I got earlier. We worked together and it seemed to work well. I liked this for us.

  We chatted and enjoyed our meal. Tabby-Girl joined us and waited till Val gave her a piece of chicken. We finished our meal and cleaned up together. “Did you want to hang out in the living room or bedroom?” I asked
her as I put her container in the fridge.

  “Bedroom is fine.” She went ahead of me, and I turned out the lights and made sure the doors were locked. When I made it back to her room, she had already parked her chair and got onto the bed. She was arranging the pillows so we could be more comfortable. Her room was just big enough for the queen bed and the room she needed to maneuver around it. She had a nightstand in the corner on the side she slept on. Her dresser was across from the bed and held the TV.

  I settled myself on the bed, making room for her to cuddle into my side. I had been wanting to ask her a question I had put off till I could ask her in person. “Val, I have to say, you have surprised me a bit.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, I didn’t expect you to be so open about sex. Quite frankly you blew my mind the other night with our phone sex.”

  She smiled at me. “Just because I don’t know what it is like to have a man inside me doesn’t mean I don’t know what sex is or how to enjoy it. After living here on my own I realized my body and libido work just fine. I also learned about Amazon.”

  “Amazon?” What did the online shopping giant have to do with how she was about sex?

  “Yes. Do you know what you can order on Amazon? And then have shipped to your door discreetly?”

  “Umm, no?” I was confused.

  “Vibrators, dildos, and Letters to Penthouse.” She laughed.

  What did I just stumble into? “You read porno mags?”

  She laughed again. “No, not the magazines. These are books of letters that were written telling stories, real or embellished, of sex. It was a safe way for me to explore. I could figure out what I liked since I missed so much of the time one would normally experience sex.”

  “I see. You explored enough that you are comfortable with sharing intimate things.” I was rubbing her arm. My other hand was tucked up behind my head. My cock was so hard I was trying to think of anything else than my beautiful Val reading sex stories and masturbating.

  “Walker, would you like me to read you one?” she asked, shifting to get into her nightstand.

  She was trying to kill me. Why would she want me dead? I did bring this on myself; I asked her. Fuck. I loved this woman.

  Chapter 16

  Valerie

  “Walker, answer me. Do you want me to read one to you?” I was having way too much fun with him. I knew he was hard and wanted nothing more than make love to me. But he was holding back. I was being terrible to tease him like this.

  He was holding back because we were barely in love. I would respect his wish to make sure we were both in love before he took me, but I wanted to do more than just make out.

  He was lying on my bed with one arm around me, the other tucked up behind his head. His eyes were closed, but I would guess them to be stormy gray at this point. He had on a T-shirt, but I was imagining it off and how his sculpted muscles would look. His gym shorts had been sporting a tent since he brought up this conversation, I was ready to take him in my hand. Then there were his legs. They were so shapely. I wanted to run my hands up and down them, feeling the contours of the muscles. He was one sexy Norse-descended God, and I wanted him all for myself.

  I moved back closer to him. Starting at his bicep, I kissed and nibbled to his neck, then his ear, whispering softly, “Walker.” I went back to kissing him where I could reach.

  “Hmm.” He opened one eye to look at me. Stormy gray.

  I smiled. I loved how I was affecting him. “Do you want me to read a story or something else?”

  He swallowed, “Val, I …”

  I raised up and kissed his lips; that was all he needed. His arms came around me and he flipped us, so he was on top. I pulled on his shirt to get it off. He whipped it off, then mine was next. He kissed me deeply then started to roam down my neck. His hands found my breasts and he started rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. His hands were rougher and bigger than mine, his touch so different, I knew I was soaked.

  His mouth found my nipple. I couldn’t believe the way he was making me feel. I loved the way it was sending tingles through my body. His mouth kept traveling down. He used his hands and grabbed my waistband. He looked up at me. He must have seen the want, the need, the desire in me, and pulled my pants off, leaving me exposed for him to see.

  “Mmm, gorgeous.” He scooped me under my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He rested my thighs on his shoulders. “You ready, Val? I think you have waited a long time for this.” He kissed the inside of my thigh; I could feel some tingling from his short scruffy beard as he got closer to my pussy.

  Oh God, yes. I have been waiting, please. I want this. No sound left my lips as he used his finger to slowly separate my folds. “Mmm, perfectly pink. You’re wet and ready. Let’s see how you taste.” He licked my whole slit, then went back and really tasted me, using his fingers to pull my hood back from my clit.

  “So good, Val. You ready?” He looked at me as he licked my clit for the first time. I moaned out the breath I had been holding. He watched as I squirmed as he gently sucked it, applying just enough pressure with his tongue. I reached up and pinched my nipple. He used another finger to slide into me and I flew apart. I moaned out my release.

  As I was catching my breath, Walker was still kneeling between my legs. He was watching me with a look on his face I could not place. I sat up; he stood. I realized that my bed and his height put me right where I wanted to be. I reached for him, snagging his waistband. I pulled down. He was hard and even had a drop of pre-come waiting for me. “Val.” He reached for my hair and grabbed a fistful, twisting it around his hand. His other hand went to my shoulder, so he could steady himself.

  I grasped his cock. It was as large as my largest dildo. I knew I wasn’t going to fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I hoped using my hand with my mouth that I would be able to make him come.

  I started licking around his tip, just teasing at first, then harder broader strokes. I then took his head in my mouth, going down as far as I could. He hissed, “Fuck.” That was encouraging. I pumped my hand around his shaft, getting a rhythm going between my mouth and hand. “Oh, Val.” I looked up at him; he was staring down at me. Watching me, his eyes were gray. “Please don’t stop. It’s perfect. Just like that.” He bit his bottom lip.

  I brought my other hand up to his balls and gently caressed him. He groaned. “Val, I’m close.” I kept doing everything I had been doing. “Val.” I looked up at him. I felt his balls tighten. I knew he was going to come any second.

  His face contorted like he was in pain, then he groaned. I felt the hot spurts against the back of my throat. I watched as he threw his head back with the look of pleasure and joy on his face. I swallowed everything he gave me. He pulled my hair harder; I took that to mean stop moving. I gently let his cock go out of my mouth. He stood there, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist while he caught his breath. After a few moments he pulled away and went to pull the covers down. He came back, picked me up, and laid us both down. I got myself comfortable while he pulled the covers over us.

  He turned so we were on our sides facing each other. “Val, you are amazing. If you learned all of that from reading those books, then, yes, I would enjoy reading them with you.” He was calming down.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I didn’t understand one that I read until now. It was a woman talking about the power, the control, the pride she felt when she sucked her husband off and he came in her mouth. I completely understand it now.” I smiled at him.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” He was stroking my hair. I loved when he ran his fingers through it.

  “I did. It was so fast because I was so excited.” I was still ready for more since it was so fast. I didn’t get the intense release I normally liked. Then giving him that blow job really turned me on even more.

  He squinted his eyes at me. “You’re not satisfied. I need to fix that. How would you like me to fix that—with hands, mouth, or toy?” He found my nipp
le with his fingers and started pinching it.

  Too many choices. How could I pick one? He pushed me so I lay on my back, his mouth finding my other nipple. Oh my God, all I could think was if I had a toy right now, how amazing it would feel. “Toy, while you concentrate on my nipples.”

  He eased up so I could reach into my nightstand for the vibrator. I grabbed it and settled back down; Walker went back to my nipples. I found my favorite setting and then used it on my clit. The sensations he was causing with his mouth were going straight to my pussy. I was building up to my orgasm when I realized his mouth that had been on my nipple had moved. He had pulled my leg so he could access my pussy. He moved his fingers through my soaked folds till he found my entrance. He slid two fingers in and started to slam them into me repeatedly. I moaned out. I was in an overload of sensations, but I was close. He turned his fingers and did something; that was all I needed. I moaned out my orgasm. He stayed with me, not changing what he was doing until I turned off the vibrator. When he took his fingers out, he brought them to his lips to lick them off. I surprised him and helped.