"Travis Franklin!” She squealed. “What…is this you?”“Yes, it's me in flesh and blood.”They both burst into laughter. “What are you doing here?” He asked, giving her a once over. “I came to get my dad’s prescriptions from the pharmacy.”“You too, what are you doing here?”“I came to get some yarn,” she looked back at Melissa’s shop. "It's good to see you again!" He gave her a half hug. "Yes, it's good to see you again," Tasha said with a smile as they pulled apart. “How many years has it been now?” Travis asked as both of them leaned against her car. “I'm sure we last saw each other five years ago at our twentieth reunion, right?”“Yeah, I think you.”"Wow!" He said. "You haven't changed a bit! You are still as beautiful as ever, Tash.”"I can say the same thing about you too," she grinned. He was so handsome. Though he'd added some weight, he was still very good-looking. “You are in town for the summer, right?” Tasha asked, looking up into his eyes fondly. “Yes, something li
Travis stood still with a hand in his pocket, watching her car until he couldn't see it anymore. He walked to where he parked his car in front of the pharmacy. When he got to his dad's house about twenty-something minutes later, his older brother, Tony, was already there, having finished his shift at Sandville General. Tony was at the kitchen table eating. He and his wife, Rosie, were medical doctors. He was going to stay over at their father's until Rosie finishes her own duty at night and they would leave for their house with their kids. The brothers greeted each other briefly and Travis went to give their father the drugs he bought for him. Travis went outside to sit on the porch after that. His kids and Travis’s kids, who had been with their grandpa since morning, were running around happily in the garden. He wondered for the umpteenth time since Tasha drove away what his life would have been if he started that relationship with her years ago and they eventually got married. “
Brushing her bangs from her forehead, Tasha climbed into the back of the ride, waiting for her at the parking lot of the Oakland airport. It was Saturday midday; she had just returned from Sandville. She had taken the first flight at 6:30 am so she could arrive very early to surprise Grant, who thought she would return on Monday. “You can start the ride,” she said to the driver and relaxed back into the seat. “Yes, ma'am,” the driver said and pulled out of the parking lot to begin the brief journey to Berkeley.Tasha shifted forward and brought out her phone from her bag. She called her mom to let her know she had already landed. She returned her phone to her bag after her call and leaned her head against the car window with a little smile spreading on her lips. She had missed Grant so much, every fiber of her being wanted to be with him now.Being away for these past few days had made her realize how much she had fallen for him and wanted to be with him. The desire for a man which
Grant's hand parted Tasha's legs. He inhaled through clenched teeth when he slipped his finger into her core and realized how wet she already was. The finger came out and found her clit, stroking it.“Grant yes, like that,” Tasha moaned wildly, gripping the sheets in her fists.“Sweetie, you are so wet,” his voice came out gutturally low. His fingers slid into her sopping-wet cunt. She cried out in bliss, lifting her hips to take his fingers in as deep as possible. “Yeah, oh yes, fuck me with those fingers,” she begged shamelessly. He gave her a randy smile and started fucking her until she shuddered and came all over his hand. A tremor of excitement ran through his body just looking at her convulsing beautiful body. His gaze moved up into her eyes, “I love you so much, Tasha. He proclaimed his love to her in a trembling voice. “I will never stop loving you.”“I love you too,” Tasha cupped his face. He leaned down and they shared a long languid kiss. Tasha’s nipples peaked tautly
“Oh God, Stacy,” Blake grunted as he slammed continuously into his wife very early on Tuesday morning. “Fuck me harder!” She yelled. “Go on, go on!”“Oh yeah, darling,” he did as his wife urged, hammering himself deep into her body faster and faster.The wet slapping noises from their colliding bodies grew louder and louder. He could feel his climax gathering, but tried to delay it, wanting Stacy to come first. “Darling, this is so good,” she moaned as she felt the head of his cock swelled in her. “So good.”“Yes, so good,” he said into her ear. “I’m gonna come!” She sobbed deliriously.“Oh yes,” he grabbed her hips and began thrusting upwards. “Yes, come for me.”She did. It was very hard and shattering. Her pussy gripped his cock more tightly, spurring him to his own completion. "I'm cumming!" He gasped."Fuck! Fill my pussy!" She wailed the moment she felt the first rope of his cum in her core. He pounded her harder and faster than before, spilling rope after rope of his visco
Tasha’s phone rang on the desk beside her hand. She looked away from her computer screen and reached for it. She glanced at the screen and the corners of her mouth curved with a smile. It was Grant. She swiped the screen. “Hey babe.” “Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?”“I'm fine.” She removed her reading glasses and dropped it on the desk. “I'm about to finish the second chapter for today.”“Wow,” Grant said excitedly from the other end. “That's fantastic, well-done, my love.”“Thank you,” she beamed as if he was there with him. “What do you want me to get for dinner?” He asked. “I don't want us to cook tonight. I want us to relax.”“Mmmm,” she moaned softly. “I like that. Chicken wings and mango tropical salad are fine.”“Okay good,” he said. “I will get it before coming to pick you up. Is that okay?”“Yeah, it's fine. I need to go to the faculty office to see Prof. Sinclair. I will have enough time to see her before you come over.”“Okay then,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to g
Laura Gray walked down the long corridor and stopped in front of the door marked Room 403. She was about to knock when her eyes caught the words written on the plaque, “out of office for today.”She hissed at herself, knowing she came late. It was well over one hour after the time Professor Paige said he would be around to attend to postgrad students in the email he sent out.Laura was a master's student, and the next semester would be her last semester on campus. “Well, I hope Prof. will be around tomorrow.” She thought to herself and started walking away. Laura noticed him leaning against his car, talking with Dr. Harrison the moment she stepped outside into the foyer. She smiled to herself and quickened her steps towards him. "Good evening, Prof. Daniels, good evening Dr. Harrison," she greeted both of them with a tentative smile when she got to their side. "I was just coming from your office, Prof. I'm sorry I came late. My manager at work stretched my shift.”“Hey,” Dr. Harriso
“I said I'm coming with my girlfriend,” he said into the phone with fake confidence. “On Sunday, for lunch.” "Wow, really?" His mother's excitement was palpable. "What's her name?"“Laura…” the name slid off his lips before he could even think. “Laura Gray.”"Wow, what a beautiful name. I can't wait to meet her!" his mother exclaimed."Yeah, me too," Trevor muttered under his breath, feeling guilty for deceiving his mother. “I can't wait for you to meet her, mom.” “Mom,” he called out slowly when he realized what he just did. “I will call you after I freshen up. I have to use the bathroom now.” “It's okay, darling.” Mrs. Daniels said sweetly. “Call me back later. I want to hear all about her before we meet on Sunday."Trevor said goodbye and ended the call, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. “What the fuck!” He muttered loudly and dropped his laptop bag on the dining table which he had turned into a work table. He eats his meals in the kitchen or on the couch in front of the
“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
She grabbed his jaw, staring deeply into his eyes, and asked, “is my daddy back for me? Do you want us to really do this?”“Yes, Candy yes…,” he breathed, staring into her eyes with a look of love. The fierce love that he had always had for her. “Daddy is back, and I promise I am not going away this time.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.She cupped the back of his head with her hands and deepened the kiss. They kissed fervently with undeniable desire as the fire of longing ravaged their bodies. Tasha's head spun: finally the man that knew her body inside out was back. “I love you so much Tasha Harrison,” he growled and stood up to quickly discard his joggers’ pants. Adding it to the heap of clothes on the floor. His body hammered with excitement as he returned to her on the mat. His eyes looked all serious, with more shades of lust. “You are so wet, Candy,” he opened her pussy lips with two fingers. “I can't bear not being inside you any longer.” He wanted her so badly tha
Tasha went to the bathroom to brush her teeth the following morning at six. Despite sleeping late, she felt fresh and filled with vitality. She had a quick wash and dressed up for the gym. She was surprised, though, when she got into the gym and met Blake there. He only uses the gym at night. “Good morning,” she greeted. “You are working out in the morning today?”“Yeah,” he panted and dropped the dumbbells he was holding. “I haven't been here in three days. I figured I should wake up early to make up for the days I lost before I leave for the office.” He explained and walked over to the thread mill. “It seems you've been here for long with the way you are sweating.”“I have been here since four,” he grinned. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to make good use of the time. “Wow,” she whistled and stretched on the mat to start her push-ups. After several failed attempts to concentrate, Tasha stopped trying to do any more push-ups and took a long deep breath, knowing there was n
Blake walked from his study into the kitchen on Monday night. The house was silent. The boys had already left for their grandparents’.Tasha was watering the herbs on the windowsill. “Hey,” he whispered and moved to the refrigerator, and brought out two bottles of ginger beer. “Sit with me.” He sat on the high dining chair at the breakfast nook and patted the chair next to him. He opened a bottle with his teeth and held it out to her. “Thank you.” She collected the bottle and sat down on the chair at the far end of the table instead, leaving two chairs between them.“Cheers,” he tilted his bottle towards her before taking a long swing of the drink.“I'm going to miss the kids so much,” she said and darted a quick look into his eyes. “One week,” she groaned. “I think it's too much.”“Don't worry,” he burst into laughter, “the kids will enjoy themselves. We adults too should try and enjoy ourselves here.” He tilted his bottle towards her and she just smiled briefly. She looked more
She went upstairs to her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Tasha drew a bath for herself in the bathroom. She tiptoed and reached out for the jar of luxury foaming relaxing bath salt she brought from Berkeley with her and added some into the warm bath water. She climbed into the water, sinking down slowly into it.Her mind raced at the thought of Blake. She wondered who he was with and what they might be doing. Jealousy curled around her heart again. “It's official,” she muttered to herself. “I have fallen in love with my baby daddy all over again…God.”“The man is still hot. Why won't I?” she thought to herself and moaned gently. It was getting more and more difficult for Tasha to keep Blake out of her thoughts. She wondered again for the umpteenth time if Blake had a fiancee or a girlfriend. She had seen no woman with him since she arrived ten weeks ago. “Focus…Tasha, focus,” she chided herself, sighed heavily. She forced herself to relax back in
Blake sat in his lush garden on a summer Sunday evening, ten weeks after he and Tyson had their surgery. Everything was going well and both of them had recovered very well. He was reading a business magazine while still watching Tyson and Jayce play football.His schedule for summer had changed this year because of Tyson. Blake spent his daytime on workdays overseeing the family business during weekdays, while his evenings and weekends were devoted to spending quality time with his boys. He had used every period he had to bond with his newfound son, and it was very rewarding. He watched them with a mixture of pride and wonder. Their laughter filled the air as they chased after the ball. Tyson was a natural leader and being a professional footballer in his own right had been teaching his brother different tactics. Both of them were a bundle of energy. The boys had grown to love each other in the little time they had been together. No one would believe that they were half-brothers. J
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t