Southern Belles 4 Blissmas (5 page)

"Listen to you, little missy bitchy
pessimist, you really know how to squash someone's dream don't
ya?

Squash.

It.

Like.

A.

Fucking.

Bug"

…she snapped, not believing Annie could be so
pessimistic.

She hurried to the register, sliding her hand
into her purse and pulled out her credit card.
Oh well, he
already knows I'm here.
Marti just wanted to get out of there.
Annie was getting testy with her, and she just wanted to drop the
whole conversation. Taking a deep breath, she put the groceries on
the conveyor at the register. This was not how she wanted the day
to go. It was no better than the shit she put up with in
Memphis.

Annie slid up behind her, whispering, "Had I
known owning a small time grocery store in Mountain View, Georgia
was one of your life's dreams, I would've bought you the damn store
myself."

*****

Night fell and Annie snuggled up in the crook
of Tommy's big arm, grateful for the end of a long stressful day
shopping and preparing the food for the holiday. "Annie, you know I
love you, right?" His voice sounded worried.

"Yes, honey, I love you too." She lifted her
head to look into his big brown eyes. They still made her melt
every time she looked at him.

"Being gone all day with you here alone with
Marti really had me worried. I don't like to feel like this." He
pulled her in closer to him, letting out a long deep breath.

"Oh, honey, don't worry, we fought most of
the day. I mean, I'm worried about her. She said she wanted to buy
Robinson's and I kinda jumped on her. She's been in her room since
we got home."

"Buy Robinson's? What for? How long is she
going to be here?"

"I don't know, honey, she's going through a
lot. She needs us. She called her mom and invited her over for
Thanksgiving and her mom said no. She hasn't seen her in months,
and she told her no. Just like that. I thought Marti was gonna cry.
Poor gal. She's just got so much going on and no one but us right
now." Annie sighed. "And then I jumped on her at the store. Not a
good day."

Tommy reached his big arm across her, cupping
her cheek and kissed her, his mouth gently crushing her lips. "God,
woman, I love you."

"I love you too, honey." She brought her hand
up to his chest, feeling his shoulders contract as he caressed her
face.

His fingers slowly traced her nipple, feeling
it harden, his lips never leaving her mouth as he slid his hand to
her hip, whispering her name, sliding his fingers down her belly.
"Tommy…no, Marti is just over there," nodding toward the door.

He scrunched his eyes, "What? I can't make
love to my lady because Marti's here?"

"It's not that, it's just that she is ju - "
she quivered. His tongue slid down her belly, his lips leaving
light kisses brushing the skin just below her navel. Her heart beat
wildly, she moaned and wriggled her hips, "Shhh…"

He slid between her thighs and spread her
lips with his fingers and gently lapped at her folds, tasting the
sweet creaminess of her sex. Tommy liked to play, a lot. He was
very well endowed and never wanted to hurt her small, thin body. He
wanted her to be wet and ready…begging for release.

"Tommy, please….please, honey… Tommy…" Her
words were barely audible as he made love to her wet vulva with his
kisses, his tongue and his fingers. She arched and thrust her hips
into his face; her hand grabbed the pillow, and covered her mouth,
trying desperately to stifle her screams. His tongue circled
relentlessly on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to
climax.

Licking her crazy as his tongue brought her
to the edge over and over again. "Hon - Honey...Fuck me….fuck
me...now…." she whispered desperately.

He rose up putting all his weight on his arms
and slid between her legs, positioning himself above her, careful
not to squash her. He was huge compared to her small frame. She
reached down between them and stroked his shaft, circling her
finger around the tip. He shivered. With a delicate touch, she
guided it to her pussy and caressed the head onto the folds of her
wet sex. She moaned and wriggled. Her loins were on fire, her heart
beating out of her chest, her nipples hard and burning in the cool
air. She wanted him. She needed to feel him inside her as her body
quivered and shook, begging for him. She was ready and she knew
this huge, sex-god of a man was about to deliver.

With a slow steady push, he was inside her.
She cried out. He withdrew and entered her again. "Fuck! Oh,
yesss….Fuck it, honey, fuck!" With every thrust, she let out a
groan, feeling the pain, the pleasure, the fire burning inside her.
She wanted to wait, to make it last, but his hips rocking his hard
cock inside her and the sensation of her tender clit being
rhythmically massaged by the shaft was too titillating for her. Her
legs flailed high up in the air and then tightly around his back as
her orgasm came fast and hard, ripping through her body.

He took her 'right there' moment to gently
slide his finger in her tight puckered ass. She winced as his
finger entered her and then caused another surge of heat to rush
through her body. His finger stroked the tender hole as his cock
filled her pussy, her whole body convulsed as her pussy and ass
pulsated in unison through each wave of ecstasy, her hips grinding,
pulling him in deeper as her orgasm crashed through her body.

Tommy pounded into her now like a wild
animal. In and out, in and out and she felt him tense up, his cock
jerked as it burst a fresh, yummy, hot, spurt of cum deep inside
her. And then another. He groaned. She shuddered.

Their bodies thrashed together in the shadows
of the moonlight beaming through the second story window.

He trembled, sliding his finger out of her
ass. The sweat and heat had built up between them, and he slid
right off of her. They lay there, motionless, spineless, trying to
catch their breath.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God." Tommy whimpered.
"Thank you, God Almighty for the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing
fiancé in the world," he whispered. She smiled, snuggling up next
to him. "Ditto, God."

They snuggled up close and fell asleep in
each other's arms, spent and listless not knowing that Marti was
grieving in the next room, listening to the passionate sex and love
making, tears falling from her eyes. She missed it.

She missed
him
.

*****

Marti woke up to the sun streaming through
the window and a slight chill in the air. It hardly ever snowed in
Mountain View, but the fall had been cooler this year. She slid
into her sweats and fuzzy slippers and went downstairs. The smell
of turkey roasting in the Nesco and Annie humming Christmas tunes
helped Marti get over the sound of headboards beating on the wall
and the hushed moans that escaped their bedroom the night
before.

"Mornin' y'all where's the coffee?"
Scratching her head.

"Right there, girl, a fresh pot."

No wonder Annie was always pert and happy.
She had an amazing fiancé and didn't have to work on top of that.
What more could a girl ask for? Oh yeah, I'd have the same thing if
I wasn't so fucked up.

She grabbed a cup of fresh joe and sipped it.
The hot drink warmed her insides. "It's a bit nippy out there. You
think it'll finally snow this year?"

Annie scoffed, "Yeah, in our dreams. The
mountains look real pretty though." She nodded towards the kitchen
window.

Marti walked over to the window. The
mountains had a fresh layer of snow, sparkling in the sunlight. "Oh
my God, that's amazing." She sipped. "I never realized how
beautiful this ol' podunk place is. That's some God right
there."

"Mmm-hmm, I've always loved it here. Missed
it real bad when I was in L.A."

Marti turned, sipping her coffee and went to
the old antique china cabinet, taking out a plate of the good
china. Grandma and Grandpa Gibbons' china. It brought back
bittersweet memories of her and Annie bitching about how they hated
to clean up the holiday dishes after dinner. When she was young,
the big question was...why the hell did they have to wash the
dishes, use them and then wash them again? Today, it made her feel
like she was home.

"Remember washing these when we were kids?"
she smiled, showing Annie the plate.

Annie laughed "Yeah, we were so lazy back
then. Always complaining about this damn china, and here we are all
grown up, washing the exact same dishes again… before we even use
them."

Marti glanced around, taking the china out of
the cabinet. "Where's Tommy? Is he working today?"

"Naw, he's probably out there watching the
parade or football or something," she gestured toward the front. "I
had him put the turkey on and then he ran off to the other room."
She peeled some potatoes. "Marti, we don't need too many dishes,
there's only 3 of us."

Marti laughed, looking at the stack of plates
she had already piled up, "Oh yeah, duh!" and carried the rest of
the dishes back to their place in the cabinet.

As the day carried on, the house warmed up
with the smell of turkey roasting and pies in the oven. Marti ran
upstairs to take a quick shower and get dressed. She had been
prepping and cooking most of the day and she didn't want to enjoy
the fruits of their labor looking like she just woke up.

As the hot water ran down her body, she
scrubbed her hair, her body and thought about Nick. She was
worried, he hadn't called all day. He was probably enjoying his
holiday with her. The Bitch.

Marti stretched her neck from side to side,
trying to shake the thoughts of him out of her mind; she rinsed and
stepped out of the shower, catching a glimpse of her naked body in
the mirror. She walked forward toward the mirror and let the towel
drop. Her boobs were still just as beautiful and bouncy as ever.
She ran her hands over them, looking at the reflection of her
smooth, soft skin.

She was beautiful. Her curly red hair still
long, but now coiffed into a more sophisticated look, her eyes, an
emerald green that no man could resist.

Well…no man except hers
. She thought,
longingly. Even though she was home, she still felt lonely.
Lost.

Quickly picking up the towel and wrapping it
around her curvy butt, she ran into the guest room to get dressed.
Marti grabbed a T-shirt and threw on some jeans. This millionaire
lifestyle had definitely changed the way she thought about
dressing. Who freakin' cares if my pants have a label that says
Prada in them? Who is Prada and why the hell am I wearing her
jeans?

Freshly clean, shaved, plucked and pampered,
she walked down the stairs, ready to celebrate Thanksgiving. She
could hear strange people talking in the kitchen. It wasn't Tommy
and Annie although they were there.
Oh my God, is that Nick? Did
he bring Ellie? Who is that lady?

She tiptoed to the side of the kitchen door
and listened. Yes, it was Nick, but who else was there? Her heart
started racing.
Shit!
His back was to her and he was wearing
her favorite faded jeans, the ones that grabbed the muscles in his
legs and ass just at the right spot. And those shoulders, her knees
weakened at the thought of holding him, God, he was handsome. His
jet black hair just barely long enough to grab, his body strong and
well defined. She thought of the first time she saw him at the
café.

Her throat tightened, she felt like she was
suffocating. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and quietly
slid into the kitchen. "Hey, what are y'all doing here?"

He looked over "Marti!
Princesa
!" and
went to her, wrapping his arms around her. "I've missed you, Peach.
Oh, God, I have missed you!"

Marti pulled away. "What are you doing here?
When did y’all get here?" Turning to the short, plump woman
standing next to him. "Hello," she smiled, "are - are you Mrs.
Vargas?" Reaching over to shake her hand, the woman pulled her in
closer to give her a hug.

"Yes,
hija
, I am Nick's
mamá
.
Mamá Lupita
." She held Marti for a few seconds and let her
go, smiling. "You are as beautiful as I thought. Just beautiful."
She touched Marti's hair, smiling, "y este pelo, your hair is
maravilloso. So red and curly and beautiful." She held Marti's arm,
not showing any signs of letting go. "Now tell me, what did my son
do to you to make you go away? Come,
hija
, tell
Mamá
what's wrong."

Marti instantly fell in love with Mamá
Lupita. She was warm and kind and her eyes were full of peaceful
understanding. "Oh no, no Mrs. Vargas, your son is amazing," she
gestured towards Nick. "Are y'all here for dinner?"

Nick lowered his head.
Mamá
chimed in,
"Si,
hija
, we can stay. I bring food for everyone." As she
turned and scurried out the door.

Marti's heart sank as she turned to look at
Nick. "You look good." She stifled a smile.

"
Princesa
," he slid his hand to her
cheek. "I love you, I need you. Come home."

She pulled his hand away and snapped, "Now is
not the time. I see you met my best friend Annie and her fiancé
Tommy?"

"Yes, I have met your friends. Wonderful
people, beautiful home. I can see why you like it here." He
nodded.

"Good, then let's get dinner on the table and
eat, I'm starved." She walked over to the counter and grabbed a
baking dish, carrying it to the table. Her heart was racing, the
butterflies in her stomach were alive and well. She felt like she
was going to throw up.

The girls placed the entire Thanksgiving
feast on the table, the smell of candied yams and turkey filled the
room. Tommy was at the roaster, removing the turkey to a platter.
"Tommy, grab me those giblets and I'll whip up some gravy real
quick."