I hurry to the front door and fling it open. A grin splits my face, and I can’t believe that I’m looking at my best friend.
“Look at you, all domesticated,” Jessica says as she laughingly takes in my apron.
“Come here,” I say, overcome by emotion.
We cling to each other and like kids jump up and down while still in each other’s arms.
“I can’t tell you how good it is to see you,” I tell her and hold her at arm’s length to inspect her.
She looks so sexy in a white shirt and black pants, accessorized with blue ethnic beads. With her jet-black hair, Jessica had always looked exotic and unattainable. The kind of girl a man cannot hope to achieve. David had won her heart simply by approaching her as if she were a normal girl, not this dark-haired beauty.
“Come on in.” I usher her in and help her drag her suitcase in. “How many days are you staying?”
“Very funny. You know how much I love my clothes,” Jessica says with a laugh and then grows solemn. “Are you sure it’s okay that I’m staying here? A hotel would be fine, you know. Or your house next door.”
“Brad won’t hear of it,” I tell her. “We’re so happy to have you here.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Brad. We…”
My cheeks heat up. “You know what I mean.”
Jessica laughs. “I know, am just teasing. You have it bad, Mila.”
I steer the conversation away from myself and give her a quick tour of the house. “The guest rooms are this way.” She’ll get a lot of privacy with her room being next to the laundry.
“To be honest, I don’t care where I sleep as long as I am with you,” Jessica says, reminding me of why I love her so much. She’s fuss-free and easy. “Mmm, something smells delicious. Since when do you cook? What happened to my best friend?” she adds in mock horror.
I laugh. “I’ve picked up some skills from Brad. He loves to cook.”
“What can’t this wonder man do? I can’t wait to meet him.”
He is a wonderful man. Brad is everything a woman would want in a man. I still find it difficult to believe that Brenda left him.
“I like it,” Jessica says as she looks around the room.
“The bathroom is through that door,” I tell her and sit down on the bed.
“Perfect,” she says, and flings open the closet doors.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I tell Jessica as she opens her suitcase and begins hanging up her clothes.
“Me neither. I love my kids, but I have to say, it feels wonderful to be an adult again.”
We chat as if we haven’t seen each other in months. It’s always been that way with Jessica. It doesn’t matter how long we stay apart. When we meet, we continue where we left off.
After she finishes hanging her clothes, we go to the kitchen for lunch.
“There you go,” I say as I place a plate of potatoes, steak, and a salad in front of Jessica.
“Thank you. It looks delicious,” Jessica says, and when she takes a bite, her eyes widen, and she makes exaggerated appreciative noises. “You’ve become quite the cook.”
“Thanks. I never could understand the hours you spend slaving in the kitchen cooking for David and the kids,” I tell her as I bring my plate to the table. “It feels so good when Isaac and Brad enjoy eating something I’ve cooked.”
“Now you do?” Jessica says, a twinkle in her eye.
“Completely. A compliment from Brad can keep me in the kitchen for hours, just to hear it again.”
Jessica smiles but doesn’t comment.
We catch up over lunch and even talk about Clay. Jessica thinks he gave up on me and has moved on. Still, I change the topic. Talking about Clay leaves me with a bad taste in the mouth.
“So, tell me about this pretend marriage,” Jessica finally says as we are cleaning up.
I shrug. “It’s just a friend helping out a friend,” I tell her and then embark on the whole tale from the beginning.
Jessica stops rinsing dishes and turns me to face her. “Be careful, Mila. You’ve been through the crap, and I don’t want you to be hurt again. Brad’s interest is in keeping his son. Don’t allow yourself to fall in love with him.”
It’s all very well for Jessica to say that, but how do you stop yourself from falling in love? Especially when the man is Brad, and he’s everything you ever dreamed of in a man and never thought you’d find it?
I don’t tell her any of this. Instead, I smile at her reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”
The afternoon flies by as Jessica and I chat. I even take her next door and give her a tour of my studio. She loves it but shudders when I tell her the story of Brenda and her lover.
“I feel sorry for Brad,” she says as we stand outside on the patio and wait for Isaac. “No one deserves that kind of humiliation. I kind of see now why you jumped to help. You’re that kind of person, and I’m glad you’re my friend.”
I’m touched by her words. I grab her hand, and we squeeze each other in a moment of perfect understanding.
“Wait until you meet them…oh, and here comes Isaac,” I say as Debbie’s van slows down in front of the house.
I leave the porch and head to the van to say hello to Debbie. Afterward, I take Isaac’s hand, and we walk to the house together. As usual, he’s so full of tales about his day that he doesn’t notice Jessica until we’re on the porch.
“This is my friend Jessica, the one I told you about yesterday,” I tell Isaac.
He smiles at her and shakes her hand. Then he turns to me. “Have you made a cake today?” he says.
“Even better. Jessica brought you some cookies. You can have those with milk,” I tell him and tousle his hair.
“Awesome,” Isaac says enthusiastically and then shyly tells Jessica thank you. He slips into the house.
Jessica sighs. “I wish my boys were that mild-mannered and polite. I like Brad even more. He’s done a good job raising Isaac.”
I smile broadly. I’m glad she now understands my decision to get married to Brad for Isaac’s sake. Though to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t a decision I had agonized about.
Inside, I serve Isaac his cookies and milk as he and Jessica chat. She’s good with kids. I suppose having three of your own does make it easier to relate to them.
When Brad comes home later that evening, Jessica and I are sprawled on the couch, and Isaac is playing with his toys on the floor. Jessica and I sit up when we hear the door and his heavy footsteps.
“Dad!” Isaac cries and throws himself at his dad. “Come and meet Mila’s friend. She’s cool. Her name’s Jessica.” He tugs his dad’s hand.
Jessica and I stand up. Brad pulls me to him and unashamedly plants a kiss on my mouth that leaves me blushing. He tucks me under his arm and then shakes Jessica’s hand. “It’s very nice to meet you,” he says with a welcoming smile. “We’ve heard so much about you; it was time we met.”
Jessica laughs, at ease already. Brad has that effect on people. He makes strangers comfortable. “It’s nice to meet you too, and thank you for letting me stay in your home,” she says.
Brad waves a hand. “Any friend of Mila’s always has a room here.” He turns to me. “I’ll clean up and then get dinner started. I have a special meal planned for dinner to celebrate Jessica’s visit.”
“Please don’t go into any trouble because of me,” Jessica protests.
“Too late,” Brad says with a laugh as he leaves.
Jessica stares at me. “Where did you find him?”
“It’s not Mila who found Dad. It’s me who found Mila when she moved into the next house,” Isaac quips, and we burst into laughter.
Dinner turns out to be garlic butter baked salmon, and afterward, we all feel ready to burst. Brad takes Isaac to bed, and then he opens a bottle of red wine and pours for all of us.
“It’s so nice and peaceful here. David and I should have stopped at one child,” Jessica says.
“You know you don
’t mean that,” I tell her.
“I don’t,” Jessica grins. “But am loving the peace.”
Brad and I are sharing a couch. I’m stretched out with my legs on his lap, and he’s gently massaging my toes. The trouble is that his touch is going straight to my pussy and before too long, my body is on fire. I want more.
The three of us chat easily, moving from one topic after another. Brad regales us with tales of his workday. I can tell that Jessica likes him, and that makes me happy.
We finish the bottle of wine, and Jessica excuses herself pleading exhaustion. She winks at me before she goes.
After cleaning the wine glasses, I leave Brad to turn off the lights and go to our room. I quickly strip down to nothing, and when he walks in, he comes to a halt and whistles.
“You look so hot like that,” he says, his voice thick and affected.
I sashay toward him and immediately go down on my knees. I open his zipper, dip my hand in, and pull out his hardening cock. Just seeing his cock enlarging as I touch it is enough to make me moan. I open my mouth and take it in slowly, desperate to savor Brad’s special taste.
I withdraw my mouth completely to look at his cock. It’s the most beautiful specimen of maleness I have ever seen. I stroke it slowly, feeling its thickness and then lick the precum gathering at the head. Musky and sweet. My pussy clenches. I’m so horny just from touching Brad’s cock. I cup his balls as I take his cock back into my mouth. Brad growls. My pussy tightens and quivers with need. I part my legs, and with one hand, I touch my clit. I let out a cry.
“Are you playing with your pussy, beautiful?” Brad asks.
“Yes.” I slip his cock from my mouth so I can speak but continue stroking his cock.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
I inhale deeply. “I’m teasing my clit and pretending it’s your tongue.” I stroke his cock and then lick its length.
“Put one finger in,” Brad commands.
I do as he asks while taking as much of his hard cock into my mouth as I can and begin to bob up and down. I pump the finger into my pussy with the same rhythm.
“Fuck yourself with two fingers,” Brad says.
I moan into his cock when I push another finger into my pussy.
“I have to see this,” Brad says. “But I need my cock in your mouth.”
I giggle and then break out into a full-on laugh.
“I guess you’ve taken that decision from me,” Brad says and then takes my hand to lift me off the floor. He points at the bed. “Lie there with your legs apart and continue with what you were doing.”
“So bossy,” I say and throw my legs apart. I should be self-conscious with Brad between my legs, staring at my pussy.
I’m not. I feel powerful and strong and sexy. I touch my clit, and as soon as my finger connects with the sensitive bud, a moan escapes my lips. Brad changes positions and kneels. His hand grips his cock and strokes it, but his eyes don’t leave my pussy.
I give him a show that he’ll never forget.
“My turn to have that pussy,” he growls and fucks me to a second orgasm.
Chapter 25
Brad
All-day I’ve thought of nothing else but the feel of Mila’s mouth on my cock and her hands on her pussy. I keep hearing her moans and imagining the twist of her body as she fingers herself. That was singularly one of the hottest things I have ever seen. Mila has opened up another world for me.
The hours crawl by, and there’s not a lot of work today. We’re called to rescue a man stuck in an elevator and a few other minor incidences. We appreciate such days. Busy days ultimately mean lost lives or seriously injured people. In the evening, just when I turn on my cell phone, a call comes through. I’m surprised when I see my mother’s name on the screen.
“Mom?” I say, my voice was unsure.
“Yes, it’s me,” mom says in her brisk tone that I’ve missed so much. “I won’t talk for long. I just wanted to let you know that I’m coming down over the weekend.”
To say that I am surprised is an understatement. We haven’t spoken in so long, and she just decides to come over. Thankfully by the weekend, Jessica will have returned home. I don’t want her to be exposed to the drama between Mom and me. Before I can voice an opinion, Mom disconnects the call, and I’m left shaking my head. I’m thoughtful as I head home. Once, I believed that Mom and I were as close as a son and mother could be. Even more than that, I thought that my mother trusted and believed in me.
Until Brenda ran off with Mike, and Mom came at me accusing me of all sorts of things that Brenda had filled her head with. She had sided with Brenda without giving me a chance to tell her my side of the story. Apparently, it was my fault that Brenda had turned to someone else. I was obsessed with my work, which came first ahead of my family. Mother could emphasize with Brenda because she had gone through the same kind of neglect with my father until he came to his senses when she threatened to leave.
Now, the thing is I love and respect my father, but I’m nothing like him. My family has always come first. If Mother knew me at all, she would have immediately seen the ridiculousness of such an accusation.
My insides clench when I notice an unfamiliar car on the driveway. The court evaluator. Thoughts of my mother fly out of my head, and with my heart pounding, I almost race out of the car to the front door.
“I’m home!” I announce trying to sound normal.
Isaac comes flying from the living room and throws himself against me. I hold him tight, and for a few seconds, all thoughts leave my mind, and I luxuriate in hugging my son. Footsteps follow behind. A stern-looking brown-haired woman in a severe black suit emerges from the living room as do Mila and Jessica. Mila comes to me, and we kiss, and then she proceeds to introduce the woman. I was right. She’s the court evaluator, and she doesn’t crack a smile as we’re introduced.
“Just act as if I’m not here and go on with your normal routine,” she says.
I stand there as if I’m glued to the floor. I want to go on my knees and plead with her to let me keep my son. I’m the best parent for him. I love him so much my chest hurts just thinking about it.
A hand touches my arm. It’s Mila. “You usually clean up, and then we prepare dinner together,” she says gently.
I rouse myself. “Yes, of course.” I’m behaving like a fool. Except that fear penetrates every core of my being. This woman holds the key to our future. I manage to go to our bedroom and automatically do what I do every day. The shower reinvigorates me and dissolves some of the panic. I take deep breaths and tell myself to calm down. I won’t think of the future or even tomorrow. All I have to do to get through the evening is to follow Mila’s instructions. Behave as you normally do. That should not be too hard.
After I shower and dress, I head to the kitchen, where everyone is gathered. Isaac is coloring on the kitchen table while Jessica and Mila are making preparations for dinner.
“How was your first day in LA, Jessica?” I ask her with a forced smile.
Mila looks relieved to hear me sounding normal. She shoots me an encouraging smile. She knows how I feel. It feels good to know that there’s someone on my side.
“Good,” Jessica says and adds with a playful tone, “The little I’ve seen of it. We haven’t left the house all day.”
“You didn’t complain then,” Mila says and hands me a bowl of potatoes to peel.
Jessica laughs. “I’m not complaining. Today was catch-up. Tomorrow we can be tourists.”
We chat easily and sure enough, we soon forget about the court evaluator until she clears her throat just as I’m setting the table.
“I’m done for today, but as the judge might have told you, this is an ongoing process. I’ll be back soon. Have a good evening.”
“I’ll walk you to your car,” I tell her, hoping to score a few points.
“That won’t be necessary,” she says, and without another word, turns and marches out.
Only when the front door shuts do we all breathe normally. Isaac is the only one unaffected by the visit, and he happily colors pictures in his book.
“That wasn’t too bad,” Mila says.
It hits me that she’s right. We’re not pretending about how we live, and to be honest our daily family life is rich and full of laughter and joy. And that is all thanks to Mila. Gratitude floods me. I close the distance between us and gather Mila into my arms.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” she says.
“Just for being you. You’ve made me and Isaac happy.”
When my mouth touches hers, I forget everything except how soft her lips feel. I nibble on her lower lip and slip my tongue into her hot mouth. My hands tighten around her, crushing her breasts against my chest. A discreet cough jolts me back to the present.
We break apart, and I apologize to Jessica sheepishly. “I might have gotten a little carried away.”
She laughs at the understatement. “No worries. It makes me happy to see my best friend happy.”
Dinner is a noisy happy affair. We swap stories of our different cities. Mila sits next to me, and our thighs rub against each other throughout dinner. After dinner, and when Isaac has gone to bed, like the previous day, we share a bottle of wine.
Despite the good company, I’m glad when Jessica yawns and pleads exhaustion. Mila and I follow her shortly afterward. As soon as I close our bedroom door, I pounce on Mila.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I tell her as I go on my knees and pull down her shorts and panties.
Mila chuckles. “I’ve been thinking of this all day.” The last two words are a moan as my tongue darts out and connects with her clit.
“Brad.” Just one word, but it’s loaded with passion.
“You smell so good,” I tell Mila as I inhale the sweet musky scent of her pussy.
My tongue finds her juicy center, and I lick off all her juices. Delicious moans fill our bedroom as I have my fill of Mila’s pussy. Nothing feels as good as hearing evidence of my woman in ecstasy.
I tease her clit, licking and sucking and plunging my tongue deep into her pussy. Her movements and cries that have gone soft tell me that Mila is almost coming. I increase the pace of my licks, and soon, she’s gripping my head and screaming.
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