The Other Other Woman (20 page)

As we rested there, I ran my fingernails all over his arms and back with a light scratch as he murmured, “Mmmm, that feels goooood, babe,” in my ear. I combed my fingers through his dripping hair as we kissed each other, and whispered to him, “You are so damn gorgeous.” He really was. But he just laughed and said, “Right now, I am so damn disgusting. Look at how wet the sheets are!”

“I know, next time we need to pack a tarp or something,” I joked.

“No kidding,” he agreed as he kissed my cheek. “I’m going to have to jump in the shower. You hungry, sweetie? I’m starving!”

“Nah… I’m okay.”

He got out of bed and went into the bathroom to rinse off really quickly, stopping at the mirror to check out his hair, of course. I chuckled as he walked away; he was so tan from his bike rides on top of his already darker skin tone, but his cute butt was totally white.

He put his boxer briefs back on and sat over on the couch. I got up, went to the bathroom, and just put on some clean underwear and a tank top. I knew we weren’t going anywhere for a while. He was about to break into the snacks in his backpack when my phone rang. It was Brooke. I just held it in my hand and looked at him like “What do I do?!”

He looked confused. “What? Just answer it!”

“I can’t. She thinks I’m in my car right now. She’s going to be able to tell I’m not driving…”

“Oh, um…”

“Ah, too late anyway, it went to voicemail.”

Suddenly his phone started ringing. I laughed and said, “Oh shit, it’s her isn’t it?”

He just said, “Yup.”

“Well, just answer it!”

“Uh-uh, no way! I’m supposed to be outside golfing!”

“Haha, SEE!? You turkey!”

“Are you going to call her back?” he asked.

“Yeah, what should I say? I told her I was meeting some message board girls for lunch in Greenville. If it’s 2:25 now, is that believable that I would get here in time?”

“Oh yeah, I think so…”

Matt started chowing down on some trail mix so I went around the corner in the bathroom to call her back. She was very cheerful.

“Whaddup, chica bica?”

“Hey, girl, sorry I missed you. I was in the parking lot with the ladies.”

“Oh, are you just leaving Greenville now?”

“Yeah, well, in a minute, why?”

“You sure you’ll get here by five? That’s over two hours from here, plus traffic…”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, you know I drive fast!”

“Hmmm, okay. Well, where did y’all go for lunch?”

“Just to Carrabbas,” I answered quickly. Too quickly. I knew there was one there from my branch visit back in February. “It was close to where they both work.”

“Oh, okay, I didn’t know they had one of those.”

There was a slightly awkward pause. “So, you are on your way then?” she asked.

“Yep, be there as soon as I can!”

I felt like she could see the lies on my face right through the phone.

“By the way,” she said, “remind me when I see you; I need to tell you a funny story… but it’s got to be in person though. Really funny.”

“Okay, cool. Well I’ll see ya in a little bit, girlie! I’m excited to see you again!”

“Me too! We’re going to have so much fun! Later, girl!”

“Everything okay?” Matt asked nonchalantly, reaching for my hand as I came back to join him on the red couch.

“Yeah… I guess so.”

“You guess?”

“Yeah, she just seemed a little weird,” I replied. “Are you going to call her and see what she wanted you for?”

“I already texted her. She said she had a question about an account but found the answer.”

“Oh, okay.” I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she had figured us out. We talked to each other constantly and could read each other like books. I’m pretty sure she knew all of my secrets by now, well except for one very hot, half-naked one sitting on the couch with his face buried in a bag of cool ranch Doritos. I glanced over at him. “You do realize that you won’t be allowed to kiss me until you brush your teeth after those, right?” I teased. Hell, he could eat dirty sweat socks and I’d still let him kiss me.

“What?! You don’t like Doritos?! That might be a deal breaker,” he laughed.

He washed them down with some more wine and then quickly ran around the corner to brush his teeth. We settled back down on the couch again with him sprawled out up against the side. I sat in between his legs so I could rub them. He had such great legs, but they were going to be seriously sore later. We soon discovered that daytime TV is just dreadful. We tried to watch some awful dating show where the parents pick the dates for their teenager but quickly turned it off. I didn’t mind at all, I was enjoying the sound of my hands gliding over his thighs.

I said, “Hey, before I forget, I want to get a picture of you.”

“What like this? Shirtless?” he replied.

“Oooh! Can I? I don’t have any good close-ups of you. Especially not undressed!”

“Sure, babe, I don’t mind, but just be really careful where you keep it!”

“I will.” I had the perfect place. There were several apps available for iPhones where you can easily store pictures and videos, but it required a code for anyone else to see them. I ended up taking two pictures, one before he was ready and one just as he flashed a big toothy smile. His hair was all poufy from me messing with it, but he looked really happy at that moment.

I sat back down with him and rested my head against his chest. He put his arms around me, crossing them just under mine. I stayed there completely silent, completely relaxed, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed underneath me for what seemed like an eternity. Realistically, it was just a few minutes. But it was enough time for me to realize that I had already fallen in love with him. I reached up to kiss him and he put one hand across my cheek and gave me the softest, most luxuriously slow kiss that made me break out in goose bumps all over again. God damn, that man was so fine.

“Hey, I was thinking…” he said, brushing his lips across the side of my face up near my ear.

“Yes?”

“I think we should take a shower,” he said very matter-of-factly.

“Well, you are pretty stinky,” I taunted. It was just as well because my thoughts had turned downright filthy again.

“Come on…”

He hoisted us off the couch, taking me by the hand and leading me into the bathroom. He quickly took his boxers off and helped me get out of my tank top and panties. “These are really nice, did I buy these? Gosh, I have good taste,” he bragged.

“Yes, you do,” I agreed. “You get in first, babe, I’m going to try not to get my hair too wet.”

“Why not?” he asked, seeming disappointed.

“Because it takes a long time to dry and I’ll have curl it again. It’s already almost 3:00. We don’t have that much time.”

“Oh, fine!” he huffed, turning on the water.

He stepped into the shower, and I followed, trying to stay out from underneath the direct spray of the showerhead. Without my heels on I was so much shorter than him it was almost comical. Even with him bending his head down, I had to step up on my tiptoes to be able to kiss him. He grabbed some shower gel and worked it into a lather with his hands. Starting at my shoulders, he washed me, using circular strokes down the entire front side of my body, paying special attention to my breasts which were already ripe from his touch, along with the hot stream of water now hitting them. He grabbed me around my ass and pulled me close to him, letting the soapy water run down my backside while he ran his hands all over my cheeks. I think he was trying to get a little friendlier with my bottom, but I pretended not to notice.

I grabbed the soap and did the same for him, kissing and licking his nipples before working a thick lather into his chest hair. I loved everything about his body. I could just touch him all day long. As I continued to wash him, his breathing increased noticeably. I could feel that his cock, firmly pressed against my stomach now, was already throbbing and hard as I slowly moved down his arms, chest, and stomach. I didn’t take my eyes off his as I crouched down on my legs and, using my hand, guided him into my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around his large, smooth tip. He reached for me, holding my head in his hands and sweeping my long hair up on top, not only to keep it from getting wet, but also to steady himself as I took his considerable girth down my throat. I eased him in, using my hand to pump him from top to bottom, slowly drawing him out inch by inch while he watched me from above. I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and, creating a tight ring up to my mouth, vigorously moved him in and out of both while he closed his eyes and groaned. I then placed my hands around the backs of his meaty thighs and rocked them back and forth, taking his entire shaft in over and over while the hot water ran down his body and over my lips.

I felt his knees begin to buckle under the pressure. I was more than willing to let him come, but he grabbed my face instead and pulled me back up. “Let’s go,” he said, turning off the water and wrapping me in a towel. He grabbed one as well and we sprinted over to the bed, both of us suddenly freezing with the A/C on full blast in the room. I dove under the covers and he screamed like a girl, “Let me in too!” We clung to each other, laughing and kissing under there, until all the water droplets were gone and our bodies adjusted to the sharp temperature change.

He removed our towels and lowered the covers, exposing our top halves. He ran his hands fervently all over my breasts, pushing them together and taking my nipples into his mouth with his tongue–licking them, suckling them, even biting them–like no man had ever been allowed to before.

“Babe, you have absolutely perfect nipples.”

“Well, that’s one you don’t hear every day,” I giggled. “Thanks, sweetie.”

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous these are?” he said, cupping and kissing my breasts. I really didn’t. To me they had always been a saggy, heavy nuisance, if not a painful reminder of the past. He couldn’t possibly have known it, but it meant so much to me to hear him say that.

“They’re okay, I guess. I wouldn’t them being a little higher like they used to be,” I replied.

“Well, they look great now, babe. Tell you what, if you still don’t like them in say, 10 years, we’ll get you a lift!”

I’m sure he was just kidding around, but I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of him still being around in 10 years.

He quickly brushed his lips across them again and moved his body lower, bringing the covers down with him. He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders, teasing the insides of my thighs with kisses and brushing his hand across the little patch of hair between my legs. I could feel his hot breath getting faster as he spread me apart and delved his tongue into me, sending me moaning and clawing for the sheets. He continued licking me, first with light taunting flutters over my clitoris, followed by amazingly deep pressure, pressing against every part of me, making my hips grind against his gorgeous mouth. His penetrating strokes traveling up through me felt like electrical shocks all over my body, still tender from him taking me just an hour before. As he pressed on, my blood boiled and throbbed in my ears to the point that I could barely hear my own outbursts. He continued to coax me just to the edge. Then he eased back just enough that I could barely hold myself together, yet still be begging him for more.

It was then that I started to lose my mind, just a little bit. I knew better. I was a smart girl. But I wanted him. No, I
needed
him–all of him–so badly I could taste it. I hadn’t started on any birth control pills yet, and I was ovulating. I knew we had to use a condom. But God Almighty I hated those things. Just maybe…

I reached down and ran my fingers softly through his hair.

“Hey, baby…?”

He looked up like there was a problem. “Yeah? What’s wrong, babe?”

“Oh no, everything’s great! I was just thinking… I know you are really into safety and all…”

“Yeah…?”

“But do you think maybe you could stick it in for just a minute? You know… without anything? I just want to feel you…”

He paused for a second and nodded, “Yeah, I think we could do that.”

He knew I hadn’t been with anyone else in over 17 years, there was no problem there. I couldn’t say the same for him, not 100% anyway. But I always felt so safe with him. And, I figured, just by the way he had been so careful with me from the beginning, and was so into being healthy, there was no way he was going to risk bringing anything back to his wife. In my mind, I wanted him to show me that he trusted me like that, and that maybe I could trust him too.

He brought himself up on top of me again, kissed me on the side of my face and asked me if I was sure I was ready. I could not. fucking. wait, actually.

“Oh, baby, sooo ready…”

He slid down just a bit, lifting my legs up against his waist, spreading them just slightly around him, and slowly filled me with his cock. We both let out a huge gasp and he paused. It was undeniable how incredible it felt, so bare, so raw. It was great before, but this was so much better. He slowly eased back out, all the way to his crown, and then with a loud “Ohhhh” surged back into me, again having to stop and steady himself.

“Oh my God, Matt,” I whimpered. I was nearly breathless already. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

“Oh God… oh this is soooo much better, babe,” he agreed.

He carefully started to move again, very timidly, the intense pleasure evident on his face. I thought he was just quiet in general, especially compared to me. But now his eyes were nearly rolling back in his head and he was moaning loudly right alongside me with every thrust. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and our bodies continued to rock back and forth in unison. I had only intended to try it just for a minute or two, but it was clear there was no going back now. And neither of us would make it very long. I was already spiraling out of control.

I murmured, “Oh God, baby, I love the way you fuck me…”

I felt him push harder and he replied, “And I love it when you talk to me like that,” adding, “but I can’t hold off much longer, Mal. Not like this…”

“Oh, please don’t stop! This feels so good!”