"Please never stop." I was pleased to see his mouth stayed open and his eyes stayed closed.It was hard, but I forced myself to stop before things went too far and he noticed. "I'm going to use a buffer on your calluses, and then I want you to go wash and use the pumice stone in the bathtub. Anyways, so, Jules' turn came up. She ends up nailing one cup after another and with each throw, the shouts grew louder and louder. And then she wins and the whole place goes crazy. Switch feet," I said, using the switch to fan out the blanket and let some of the heat out. I was damp, but it wasn't sweat. I forced myself to ignore it and put the blanket back. I started rubbing his foot again with a sigh, squishing the lotion between his toes and along the ball."So, she won?" he prompted me with a grin."BF draws eyes like a flower draws bees on a sunny day, but now she's the goddamn belle of the ball. She gets pulled into another game and I start swatting away the creeps that aren't brave enough
Mom came back into the living room with a couple slices of pizza on a plate. "What's on tonight?""We've just been listening to the Christmas music channel," I said then handed her the remote so she could flip to the news.After a few minutes, I gave up trying to concentrate on my book with him right there. "I know it's early, but I'm turning in.""Are you feeling alright?" Mom asked, looking worried."I'm fine, just tired," I said and bent to kiss her on the top of her head. "Goodnight.""Night, Kate." John said, with concern on his face as well."Night."When I got into my room, I shut my door and turned off the overhead light. My panties were wrecked, so I just pulled them off and used them to dry off the worst of the wetness before I tossed them towards my dirty clothes hamper. They were drenched.I set my alarm on my phone and turned down the volume before climbing into bed. The sheets were cold against my skin, but I didn't care. I slid my hands across my stomach and into the th
"Sure."After we put away the food, except for a whole chicken, he pulled out a large skillet and a cutting board. "How about fried chicken?""I don't want anything that heavy. What about some kind of chicken and pasta?""I can do that. Want some steamed veggies with it?""Yes. That'll be my job," I said, and then we set to work. I chopped carrots, broccoli, and cauliflower, while a pot full of water warmed on the stove. John began to cut up the chicken, but stopped and muttered under his breath."What's wrong?""Do you guys have a knife sharpener?""I think so." I dug around the knife drawer until I found a metal stick with a rough surface. "Something like this?""That'll do." He grabbed all the sharp knives from the drawer and put them on the counter. He picked up one and leaned back against the counter, and then began to run the blade rapidly against the sharpener."Are we supposed to do that? I don't think either one of us have ever done it.""I can tell." He grinned and shook his
"We want the chicken to get really brown to transfer the salt and fat to the bottom of the pan, but not enough to burn. Don't move it too much. Just lift the corner of this middle piece to see when it begins to stick."Mom chimed in, "We usually take the skin off or get skinless chicken breasts.""It might save you some calories, but you lose all the flavor that way. You can also press the chicken with the spatula to squeeze more of the grease out if you want."His breath touched my cheek and made me shiver. I needed an excuse to get him away from me or I was going to embarrass myself. "Can you hand me my wine?"He put it in my hand and our fingers touched briefly. I drank the rest of the wine and sat it on the counter next to the stove, where he refilled my glass and wandered over to pour more in Mom's glass. "This is amazing wine, Aunt Lisa.""Dan and I went that last summer. Kate had gone away to summer camp with Jules and we were on our own. He was between rounds of chemo and was
I felt him lean over and heard the sound of his backpack unzip. Then the room was suddenly filled with the aroma of sandalwood. When I looked up at him, I saw him rubbing his hands together with a small vial sitting on the table behind him."I'd like to return the favor," he murmured."What?"Reaching down, he took my foot in his warm hands and began to rub the oil into my skin. The sensation his fingers created forced open my mouth and made me expel a slow breath. "Fuck..."He lifted my leg and pulled my foot into his lap. After pushing my pajama legs up to expose my calf, he began to knead the muscles, drawing tension out with each strong squeeze. "If you lie on your stomach I can do them both at once."Before I could stop myself, I had turned onto my stomach. He moved my pant legs up and added some oil to his hands. When he continued the massage, I groaned out loud then whispered, "I'm cold."At my words, he pulled the blanket off of the back of the couch and covered me up, leaving
"That's not all, is it?" she asked.No, I thought, but didn't repeat it out loud. After cursing her for being intuitive, I slapped on a fake smile and switched gears. "Let's talk about your party. Mom wants to go, but she needs to check her work schedule. But even if she says she can, she may still bail on us. An ex-employee stuck her with an extra shift when she didn't show up for work last week.""I can't believe someone would do that," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Speaking of work, I was at the mall last weekend and you weren't working when I stopped by.""The store hired a bunch of seasonal workers this year. Since I don't work during the week because of school, the managers offered my weekend shifts to the seasonal staff if they wanted the extra money. So far, they've snapped them all up. I'm still on call, but as long as they have coverage, I won't have to go in until after New Years.""Sucks for your paycheck," Steph replied."Yeah, but I've been enjoying the extra ti
After paying for our coffee and a few pastries to share, I made my way back to our table. I didn't have a lot of money, but I felt like I owed them for keeping me occupied and away from home."Oh, Kate, thank you," Steph said as she took the coffee from me and sipped it carefully."My pleasure, I really appreciate you both hanging out with me today.""Missing Jules?" asked Holly over the top of her coffee."Yes." And I realized I really was. I could always count on her to give me a pep talk and she'd be able to put the situation with John into perspective. She had always managed to steer me away from the rocks where relationships were concerned. God knows she ended up on the rocks often enough herself to know what to avoid."Can I ask you a personal question?" Holly had a glint in her eye that made me feel uncomfortable."Sure, I guess.""Were you and Jules ever ... involved?" My mind flashed to a summer day in her pool, the scent of chlorine and coconut suntan lotion."What?" I asked
"Oh Steph," I rubbed her arm, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."There were tears in her eyes. "Normally I'd just laugh it off, but life isn't like high school anymore.""Was Troy your first?""God no," she replied, wiping her eyes and chuckling. "I cashed in my V card on prom night, like most red-blooded American girls. Didn't you?"I looked down at my hands. "No, I've still got mine. That's why BF calls me VV. I figured everyone knew.""Wait." She gave me a penetrating look. "Are you telling me you've never been with anyone?""Is that really so weird? I just haven't found the right person." The mental image of John carrying me to my bed blew through my thoughts and left me twisted around inside. "Oh God," I whispered and shut my eyes."Are you okay?"The pain cleared my mind as I wrung the skin of my arm under the table. "I just remembered something, never mind. So why did Troy say those horrible things about you?"Steph sat back and took a big sip of her coffee. "He couldn't finish the
Between his looks and his heavy money, Riccardo Bainchi could have anybody on this planet. He had gone out with plenty of women who were half his age without wrinkles and stretch marks, those who could still give him kids.I had dedicated my life to him, had given up all hopes and dreams I had because the money was nice and he treated me better than some of the other jobs I had in my teens. I never got a college education so the opportunities had always been limited. I had nothing to offer him.Before I could voice any of those concerns, he was at my side. He took my chin in his hand, pulled me closer to him, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I stiffened in his hold for a brief moment, wondering if this was all some sort of… joke.But Riccardo didn’t make jokes, especially not with me.“Riccardo,” I whispered between kisses. “Wh-What are you doing?”He seized my waist and lifted me onto the table, almost immediately dropping to his knees between my thighs. I leaned my arms back on the
Riccardo Bianchi scrolledthrough his phone at the head of the dining table with an empty glass of whiskey in front of him. After wiping down the kitchen counter, I refilled the glass, my hand trembling from the nerves zipping through me right now.I had worked for the Bianchi Family for nearly thirty years and had never asked for a night off because I had never quite needed it before now. Riccardo gave me more than enough time during the week to spend my days doing whatever I wanted with his dirty money.But I wanted to go out Friday night with a man I had met at the grocery store. He had worked there for the past five years, but I had never gotten the courage to talk to him besides some desperate little smiles here and there.“What’s wrong?” Riccardo asked.“N-Nothing!” I said too quicklyHe grabbed my shaky hand, stopping me from pouring any more. “Ophelia.”Sucking in a breath, I placed the bottle of alcohol down on the counter and hurried toward the front of the table to distance
She turned off the buzzing toy and climbed up next to me. Her breath smelled like beer and my musk, but I didn't care. I kissed her, holding her face between my hands. She opened her mouth and sucked my tongue between her teeth. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers while you kiss me," she said.I found her wet and open when my fingers reached her mons. I pressed her back against the pillows and kissed her with abandon. She began to move against my palm, making quiet mewing sounds as I rubbed up and down. Every kiss was open, every bite a tease. I ground myself against her side, while my fingers slid along and between her slit.She was holding back. I could tell she didn't want it to be over too soon. I began to kiss her neck and ears, enjoying her biting my shoulder as I worked her closer to the edge. She began to hold her breath, just like John had when he got close. I grabbed her hair and pulled to expose her neck as she had done to me."Oh, fuck yes," she whispered as I licked
I hadn't been entirely honest with Jules. She was the only woman I'd ever thought of sexually. There were a few times when my imaginary lover grew softer curves and longer hair. It was usually after I'd woken from a dream and I couldn't sleep again without finding release. In those drowsy moments, as my fingers rubbed, it was her breasts I touched, and her mouth I kissed. And when my release came, it was her name I whispered. I was ashamed I hadn't told her.Admitting it in my journal didn't change the way I felt about John. Being with him was satisfying in ways that being with Jules couldn't replace. I loved his rough skin when he didn't shave. I loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he entered me. I loved the way he called my name when he emptied himself into me. John and I had connected so powerfully that I now feared losing him as much as I did Jules. It was hard to believe I'd only known him two weeks.I'd fallen for someone wonderful, my best friend had become something mor
Jules spoke before I had a chance to say anything. "She's my wife. It doesn't matter how old she is."Now he looked even more skeptical. "Ya'll are married?" he asked, his tone implying he didn't believe her.I was confused and turned to ask her what she was doing, but Jules reached around my shoulders and pulled me close. She kissed me, moving her mouth against mine and knocking all other thoughts out of my head. I forgot everything as she took my breath away. She stopped after a few lovely moments and turned back to him. "See?"His eyes opened wide as he licked his lips. "Uh, fine. You're married," he said. Then he turned to go back to the bar, looking back over his shoulder at us twice as he went.I was hot suddenly and took off my coat. "That was unexpected.""You wanted a beer, didn't you?""Yes," I agreed, putting my coat down next to me on the seat. "That was ... wow."When he brought over the beers and sat them down in front of us, he asked, "Ya'll want me to run a tab?""Can
"Anyway, he started asking more and more questions. I could tell he was worried about me moving too fast. He tried to make you seem like some backwoods gold digger and I nearly popped him in the mouth for it," he said, sounding angry with his words clipped short."He just doesn't know me. Jules is worried you just want someone to hook up with that won't complicate your life on campus.""Fuck 'em both, then." he said with a grim laugh."I need to tell you something," I said, but he didn't seem to hear me."Look, you don't know everything that's happened over the last couple of years. Mike's been a good friend. He's helped me get through some serious shit. Even so, you don't have to worry about him changing my mind. I've never felt like this about anyone before. Let them worry. You still trust me, don't you?""Yes.""Then hang tough, only four more weeks and I'll be there. I may even bring the bastard along to put this shit to rest. Hey, maybe we could set him up with Jules?""We can tr
"You mean, John..." She trailed off for a second. "Wait, he took your virginity and all he gave you for Christmas was a fucking calendar?""That calendar was his promise to me. He's coming back in four weeks, with more trips to follow! If you hadn't flown off the fucking handle, I'd have told you--""Oh my God, you can't start dating your cousin! What would I tell Susan?""Why the hell not? It's not like we're actually related or did you forget that part?" When she didn't say anything right away, I took advantage and tried to catch my breath. Glancing back at Jules, I found her standing in the doorway of the closet with the strangest look on her face."You still could've told me, Kate," said Mom, sounding much calmer, but my frustration was beyond my control."Yes, I could have, but with the way you've reacted so far, I'm not sure it would have turned out any different.""Just come home. I've been worried sick about you. I haven't been able to sleep since you left."I laughed out loud
Niro's looked a little like a brown house from the outside, but the interior featured a green and white theme with garish accents in yellow and red. We lined up and ordered our dogs, taking seats in the crowded dining room. Mine was fully loaded with tomatoes, pickles, peppers, and onions, and I knew I'd pay for it later, but I hadn't been able to resist my favorite. Jules had hers with everything except the onions."You're going to regret that later," I said.She looked up at me, puzzled. "What?""Not eating onions." I looked at her with a wicked grin. It was still so odd to see her and want to kiss her. I kept thinking of her as my friend, but then my racing heart would correct me every time I looked at her."I don't mind onion breath." Picking up a single fry, she slipped it between her lips seductively, and whispered, "As long as it's yours."I could feel my face grow hot and had to look away for a moment. When her foot slid up my calf, I chuckled. "You'd better eat fast. I'm alre
The hunger I felt for her couldn't stop my mind from comparing our bodies. My own lips were smaller, and my sensitive nub didn't protrude like hers did. Her flavor was amazing, coppery and bright with an almost electric spark. I'd tasted my own arousal before, but this was like drinking lightning from the clouds. Her wetness spread along my lips and cheeks as she began to moan. When she reached her peak, she was completely still, but her thighs trembled against my face. After she'd cried out, her pulsing finish triggered another fit of giggles as she pushed my face away. I kissed her fingers when she put them under my chin to pull me up."Stop, too intense," she said. "Come here and kiss me. Was that enough to blot out the bad memory?"I was feeling greedy. "No, but it was a good start."When I snuggled down next to her again, we looked into each other's eyes. "It makes a difference when it's you," she murmured, seeming surprised, and it puzzled me."Did you imagine it wouldn't?""I'v