L. Ann Marie (12 page)

Bob

I can’t believe she hasn’t noticed the photographer following us.  I hope he gets the picture I want.  He’s taken so many he better get it.  We crossed off the Statue of Liberty from her bucket list; it was one of her sister’s dreams.  She doesn’t know it but today we’re going to the Gala at the MOMA, another from her list.  I can’t wait to see her face.

She’s wearing a cheesy tee with “I love NY” on it.  All the fuckin stores here and she gets a tee from a street vendor, making me smile every time I see it.

“I’m ready.”  She says, putting her arm around my waist.  “It’s a beautiful view.”  She looks out at Central Park with me.  It is beautiful.  “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing yet?”

I smile looking down at her, “Nope.”  She hasn’t asked to go anywhere; I know she’s dying to see the museum.  We’re going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art right now.  The dress Nancy ordered and a tux for me will be delivered while we’re gone.  I’ll be sick of fuckin art by tonight but she’s never been and it will be worth one day of hell for her to have this happy memory.  Plus, I need the fuckin picture.

I guide her out; the concierge has a car waiting for us.  When we stop, she’s staring at the building.  I see her excitement and disappointment and kiss her.  “Let’s go check it out.”  I say, pulling her from the car.  I see the photographer and throw him chin.  Inside, we walk for fuckin ever.  She looks at every fuckin painting in every fuckin room.  I have no idea why some of this shit is on the walls.  I look at my watch.  “Babe, we have to go.  We can’t be late to our next stop.”

She’s fuckin smiling like I gave her the world.  “Thank you for bringing me here.  I didn’t think much of it until we hit the door.  It’s fuckin beautiful.”

“If I get that smile for this, I can’t wait for you to see our next stop.”  I kiss her and she jumps on me, legs around my waist, pussy at just the right height.  “Fuck, I’ll be walking out of here with a hard on, Mandy.”  She laughs and pulls me to the exit.

“Maybe we can find somewhere at the next place.”  She says looking back at me.

I laugh.  “We definitely will; we need to go back to the hotel and change.”  She stops and I almost run into her.  I grab her waist and get my balance then look at her face.

“I don’t have anything to change into.”

I pull her out the door.  “Nancy sent something up.  Now we need time to fuck added into the dressing time; let’s go so we’re not late” I gave us two and a half hours.  I hope she can make it in two.

We barely make it into the room.  I put her over the back of the couch and slide into her.  She was fuckin teasing me the whole fuckin car ride back.  She wiggles and I slap her ass telling her to still.  She does and I catch my balance and get a rhythm going.  At this height, I can reach her stud and I do.  She’s so fuckin loud, I’m fighting for control.  I love her fuckin sounds.  She comes, yelling my name.  Thank Christ!  I pound in a couple more times and still.  Buried in her she’s grabbing my dick as it releases into her.  Fuck, I’m dizzy.  I pull her up and hold onto her.  We catch our breath and I pull out.  I need to fuck her in a bed and I need to ask Doc if you can pass out from pleasure.  I’ve seen women do it but I’ve never felt like this.  Maybe I need some vitamins or something.  Tiny would throw fuckin tampons at me if he ever got wind of this.  Fuck.

I lift her up and bring her to the bathroom.  She’s looking dazed herself.  I smile down at her;  I’m glad I’m not the only one.  “Fuckin perfect.  Sorry for the quickie, baby, but we need to get ready.”  I kiss her lips and stand her up.

"I like quickie."  She's still dazed.

I laugh.  "Good to know.  Babe, we have a formal gala to go to and we need to get showered and dressed."

Her eyes go big, "Formal gala?"

"Yeah, babe, get your ass in gear so we can make it.  I promise you will love it."

She spins around ripping the tee off, "eeeeep."

"What the fuck is eep?"

She walks into the shower.  "I don't have time to talk to you."  She turns the water on; she's so fuckin cute sometimes.

I leave her to it and go check out the dress Nancy sent.  "Fuck."  It's navy shiny stuff with a low back and stringy straps.  She has panties and stocking with it, no bra.  I lay them out on the bed and stand back looking at them.  Fuckin perfect.  I put the heels on the floor by the bed.  I'm fuckin hard looking at fuckin clothes.  Shaking my head, I grab the suit bag, shaving kit, and shoes and go to the other bedroom.  I sit on the bed and take off my leg.  This leaves me hopping to the bathroom.  I fuckin hate it; I should have brought the crutches.  I'll remember next time.

Showered, shaved and dressed, I'm waiting for Amanda on the balcony.  "Turn around slow so I can get the full frontal view."  She says behind me.

I turn slow and face her.  "Fuck, your beautiful.  I'm glad you kept your hair down."  She did something so it’s pinned on one side, it’s sexy.

"Don't you move!"  She goes in the room.  When she comes out she has her phone taking pictures.  Fuckin women.  I smile; I have a fuckin photographer following us.

I wait until she has her pictures, then kiss her lips.  "I won't mess up your makeup. You’re beautiful, Mandy.  I have some champagne chilling.  We have twenty minutes, do you want a glass?"

"So damn perfect, yes."  She's happy; I have to thank Nancy for the tips.  She made me a list and so far she's been right on the money.

We drink a glass of the champagne and meet the limo out front.  She looks at me surprised.  I help her in then slide in beside her.  "I heard stories about the Officers, are they true?  Are you rich, Bob?"

Fuck.  "I have enough that we'll be comfortable."  She just nods.  I don't like talking money and she's never asked, except for the house thing but still she didn't ask.

"I'm so excited, I've never been to a gala!  I don't even really know what it is!"  She's smiling.

I squeeze her shoulder.  "Me either.  I just know it's a black tie event.  They recommended a tux and formal dress.  Nancy took care of everything for me so I didn't fuck it up."

She laughs.  "I feel pretty, you did good."

She feels pretty?  "You do know your beautiful, right?"  She looks at me then out the window.  "Mandy, your fuckin perfect.  Everything about you is perfect."

She looks at me with a smile, "Thank you."  She looks back out the window.

We spent a whole night talking about her sister.  She showed me pictures; they were identical.  Mandy held herself different than Amelia but they looked the same.  I knew Mandy in every fuckin picture.  She talked about how pretty her sister was.  How fuckin perfect she was.  How the fuck can she think she's not as pretty?  Her fuckin parents put that shit in her head.  I should ask Kate how to get it out.

She screams making me jump.  "Fuck, woman!"

"This is the MOMA!  You're bringing me to a gala at the MOMA!"  She's yelling her fuckin head off.  All I can do is laugh.  She's bouncing on the seat looking out the window.

We wait for the limos in front to unload, then our door is opened.  I get out and put my hand out for her.  She's fuckin glowing, smiling so fuckin bright.  Cameras are going off all over the fuckin place.  I see our guy and stop for him.  He takes a couple of shots and follows us into the building.  At the glass wall we stop, Mandy looks up to read whatever it says; I look at her and see the photographer snapping pictures.  She looks up at me and smiles.  "I love you so fuckin much, I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest!"

My mouth smashes down on hers.  Fuck.  Lifting my head, I realize what I just did.  "Sorry about the makeup.  Nancy warned me you'll be pissed but that deserved a real kiss.  I love you too, babe."

She smiles.  I take a breath, so fuckin glad I didn't ruin it.  She puts her hand on my arm.  "Let's go in before I pull you to the coat room and fuck you.  Do they have a coat room?"  She's so fuckin serious, I laugh then wipe her stuff off my mouth.

Inside I'm glad Nancy picked our clothes.  We get more champagne and look at more fuckin art.  She's so fuckin excited, I'm smiling the whole time.  I see the photographer all over the fuckin place.  After an hour, I drag her to food.  She pulls me right back to pictures as soon as we're finished.  Some of this stuff is just stupid, I'm happy she passes it by.  She likes detail and flowers; I try to remember the stuff she stops at so I can get it for her.  When they all start to look alike, I snap pictures on my phone.  She's not expecting me to talk about the pictures so I don't.  I like watching her and don't see all of it anyway.

When she's seen enough, she turns to me.  "I've loved every fuckin minute of this weekend.  I could use a drink though."  I smile.  I send a text and take her arm walking her to the bar in the big room.  "Bob!  My parents are here!"  She's whispering loud.

I hold my laugh, "So are mine."  I point them out.  We meet at the bar and I introduce Amanda to my parents.  They look bored.  Amanda introduces me to her parents.

"You look like Amelia, Amanda."  Her mother says.

"Since they were identical, I would say ‘no shit’."  I can already tell she's a bitch.  "The reason I have you here isn't to cut her down but to introduce myself to you.  I plan on marrying Mandy and thought you should at least meet me."  I look at my parents.  "I thought you should meet Mandy."

"Her name is Amanda."  The bitch says.

I smile at her.  "You play no part in her life; you have no say on what she calls herself or what I call her.  The most important person in her life called her Mandy.  She supported her when you wouldn't.  I call her Mandy and like that she feels that love again.  Since you don't call her at all, you can call her whatever the fuck you want."

"Robert!  You're still the biker, even a tux!  That's no way to talk to a woman."  My father spits out at me.

I laugh.  "Fatherly advice now?  No thanks, dad."  I look at Mandy.  "Do you have anything you want to say here?"  She shakes her head no.  "Now that we've all met, I hope you enjoy your weekend."  I turn and start walking away.

"Robert!"  My mother calls out.  I look back.  "You paid for us to come here just to meet your girlfriend?"

I look at Amanda and smile.  "I told Mandy before I married her she would have to meet you and decide if she still wants me.  She met you."  Amanda laughs. 

My mother huffs.  "Going into debt to impress a girl isn't a smart move.  Your drug money doesn't impress us."

Fuckin parents.  I laugh.  "I'll never be in debt.  I own everything I need, never took a loan and don't owe anyone anything, not even the bank for my fuckin house.  If you knew anything about me, you'd know we have a whole fuckin town drug free.  We don't run drugs or flesh.  We run clean business like a women center and boys club.  Nothing illegal about taking care of women and kids.  A weeks pay to get the answer I want from Mandy is worth her seeing how fuckin shitty my parents are to me.  I don't need your approval or advice.  Have a nice fuckin life,
mom
."  I turn back and walk us out.

"That was fuckin awesome.  Thank you.  You are the best, Badass Biker Man."  She laughs.

"Better than Biker Babe."  Looking toward the exit, I see a coat room. Perfect.  I pull her through the crowd to the coat room and lock the door.  Pushing her dress off her shoulders, it pools at her feet.  "Fuckin beautiful."  I bend taking her nipple in my mouth.  She moans holding my head on her.  "Mitch said my leg will hold; I need to test it out."  I drop my pants to my thighs and lift her.  Tearing her panties I kiss her so she doesn't yell at me again.  I feel her smile and kiss her harder.  I move her out and slide her down me.  "That feels nice, baby."  She moans.  I turn and lean against the counter.

"Harder, babe."  She whispers against my neck putting her hands on my shoulders.  I pull her down harder and she cries out for harder.  Fuckin woman knows just what she wants.

I push her out at an angle and slam her down on me.  "Put your fingers on your pussy, baby."  She slides one hand down, squeezing her nipple, her eyes close and she tips her head back.  I'm not going to fuckin make it.  Her hand goes lower; I watch her roll the stud and feel the heat down my back.  I roll my hips as I pull her down and she screams.  I pull her in and put my mouth on hers.  Fuck if she doesn't have me coming with her fuckin sexy noises while she's sucking on my lip ring.  I growl against her mouth and feel her smile.

"Perfect."  She says letting her breath out.

I'm trying to catch my breath and laugh; it ain't working out too well.  I try for deep breaths.  "Fuck, woman; this isn't the place to scream."

She smiles up at me.  "Don't fuck me so hard that I scream and I won't.  I don't think I've ever screamed before.  It must be you."  She's panting like fuckin crazy.  I laugh and sit her on the counter.  I get her shoes on her and stand her up.  After I get my pants back up, I pull the handkerchief out of my pocket and clean her up.  Texting the driver, I stand and put her panties in my pocket before she says anything.  I put my hand on her back and guide her out.  We get some looks; I nod at the women and throw chin to the men; Amanda laughs.  We're almost to the doors when she says, "Don't think for a second I'm letting the panties go.  I'm busy being euphoric right now.  I'm going to be fuckin pissed when we get home and I only have three pair left."