Underestimated Too (5 page)

“Uh-uh, you should do that. I think it’s baseball
season,” I teased.

Celeste, Alicia, and I walked up the beach back to
our house about an hour later. I’d known Celeste and Alicia for almost a year
now. I never saw them this way. I was fascinated by the way Alicia leaned into
her like I would Drew and held her hand walking down the beach. I was intrigued
by the relationship they had. They were so in love, and I found myself curious
about their lives behind closed doors for the first time.

“I walked in on Celeste going down on Alicia today,”
I blurted out. Drew stopped dead in his tracks, looked up to me, speechless,
entering our room from the shower.

“Okay, and you needed to tell me this, why?”

“I don’t know. You’re my husband. I’m supposed to
tell you everything,” I retorted, pulling the covers back.

“There are some things you don’t have to tell me.
That’s one of them. I can’t picture Celeste like that. I’m sure she doesn’t want
me picturing her like that. Gross. Where were they?”

“In their room. I thought Celeste was on the phone.
Vince told me she was on the phone.”

“Are you jealous? I can do that for you, if that’s
what this is about.”

“It’s not. I mean, yes, you can do that, but that’s
not why I told you.”

“Okay, why did you tell me then?”

“I don’t know. I’m just curious about them, I guess.
You know, about them both being females and being in love and stuff.”

“You’ve always known they were a couple.”

“I’m curious about their sex life though.”

“Oh, man, Morgan. Do we have to discuss this? I
can’t work with Celeste and think about that. I’ll have to fire her and I don’t
want to do that. She’s really good.”

“Alicia says she’s good in bed. Do you think a girl
can be good in bed, I mean with like another girl?”

Drew threw his head back, covered his face with his
hands and groaned, frustrated that I was having this conversation.

“Where’s your laptop?” I asked.

“Why?”

“I want to watch a video.”

“You want to watch porn?”

“Yes.”

“But not just normal porn, right?”

“No.”

“You want to watch girls?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I already told you. I’m curious.”

“We’ve seen porn with girls before.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t curious then. I didn’t think
about it like I do now, like them being in love. They were just acting, doing
it for show. Go get your laptop. I want to watch it.”

Drew shook his head, but walked out to get his
computer.

We watched for a little bit. Well, I watched, Drew
was more in tune to my reaction to the two beautiful girls on his screen.

“You do know it’s still cheating if it’s the same
sex, don’t you,” Drew asked. I turned back to look at him.

“You afraid I’m going to wake up gay tomorrow?” I
teased, amused at him.

“Well, you’re curious. Isn’t that how, why everyone
has sex? Does that turn you on?” he asked, nodding back to the screen.

I turned back to the sixty-nine positioned women,
noticing the throb between my legs. “What do you think?” I asked, moving Drew’s
hand between my legs.

“Your panties are wet,” he rasped, rubbing through
the silk barrier. I closed his laptop, and he set it aside. “Take them off.”

Sliding out of my panties and lifting my shirt over
my head, I slid to a laying position. Drew ran his fingers up my slippery
folds, and I moaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, becoming aroused at how wet I
was.

“Lick it, Drew.”

“You know my dick grows in point three seconds when
you say that, don’t you?”

“Hmm. Mmm,” I moaned, feeling two fingers slide deep
inside my pussy.

Drew violated my throbbing, over aroused pussy,
causing me to moan, writhe my hips into him, and spread myself, wanting him to
see me, touch me, and taste me. We were both so into what we were doing and
what we were going to do when Nicholas decided that he needed me more than Drew
needed me.

“Shit.” Drew stopped all movement. I groaned, moved
his hand away from my pissed off pussy and got up.

Sliding my robe on, I left Drew, face down, beating
the mattress over his head with unsatisfied punches.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” I softly spoke, picking up
my crying little guy. He instantly stopped crying.  He needed to go back to
sleep,
fast.

I changed him, and then bounced around the room with
him, humming softly to his head. He was asleep in minutes. Laying him back on
his bed, I kissed his head and left him, lightly closing his door.

Walking to the kitchen to turn off the light that I
was sure Vincent left on again, I stopped when I heard noises from Celeste and
Alicia’s room. They were having sex. That was Celeste’s moan. I wondered what
they were doing as I stood there listening to Celeste close to orgasm. Was
Celeste on the receiving end this time?

“What the hell are you doing?” Drew whispered behind
me.

“Shhh.”

“Morgan. No. Get away from that door.”

I didn’t listen, not to Drew anyway. I stood there,
listening as my pussy began to throb with ridiculous pulsating sessions.

“You’re fucked in the head,” Drew guaranteed when I
untied my robe and moved his hand between my legs.

I couldn’t answer. He was doing all the right things
on my overactive clitoris. I didn’t care if Drew thought I was fucked in the
head. It was hot as hell, at least I thought so. Cocking my leg a little, Drew
ran my slippery wet juices up my slit, circling my overactive clitoris with the
tips of his fingers. I was so close to coming with Celeste when I moaned and
Drew stopped.

“Go,” he whispered, turning me towards our room. He
didn’t want me making enough noise to send Celeste our way. That would mortify
him and me both.

“Lay down,” Drew demanded, keeping my feet on the
floor. I backed up and started to push myself up on my elbows. Drew stopped me,
keeping my hips to the edge of the bed and my feet planted on the floor. “Keep
your legs open,” he ordered, going to the closet to retrieve what I knew he was
after.

“Drew, I don’t want that. I want you.”

“You’re going to get me, don’t you worry.”

Shit. I hated that stupid thing as much as I loved
it. I wondered if Celeste had one of those rods. I was going to ask her. No,
I’d ask Alicia.

Drew slid the stool between my legs and sat down,
spreading me with his fingers. Stiffening, I tensed, anticipating the
electrical current about to be placed on my clit.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I moaned, trying to slide away from
him. I can’t even describe the feeling of that rod that with one tiny little
touch would drive you senseless. It was instant orgasm—almost. It brought you
right there, ready to fall, and then stopped. It was torture. I endured it five
times. Five times, Drew touched the tip of the rod to my swollen little nub,
before I was begging to finish.

Drew rubbed my drenched pussy, coming to a crouch in
front of me. Inserting a deep finger, Drew massaged the upper wall of my pussy
while pinching my clitoris between his fingers, giving me a mini hand job.

“Drew,” I moaned, feeling a foreign pleasure. I knew
I was going to come, but this was different. This was a lot of pressure,
followed by a powerful orgasm.

“Shhh,” he shushed me, pressing his middle finger
deep into my pussy, pushing just above my pubic bone with his other hand and
applying pressure in a come here motion. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed by
anything Drew and I did, but I was.

“Oh, my god. I’m going to be so embarrassed,” I
moaned in a breathy, panting voice as I felt the first bout of something. I
wasn’t sure what was going on just yet. I couldn’t focus enough to grasp it. Did
I just piss myself? “Oh, fuck. Hmmm,” I called, feeling another squirt and then
another. Shit. It wouldn’t stop. It was so intense, something I’d never felt
before.

“Jesus, Morgan,” Drew hissed, rubbing my juices from
his hand up and down my pussy.

 “Put it in me, Drew,” I begged, needing him inside
me.

Drew easily slid into my pussy, sending my lingering
orgasm into overtime. He pulled my legs up, resting them on his shoulders, and
looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of my pussy. As soon as I was
at my second peak, Drew rubbed my nub, sending me over the edge. Pumping harder
in and out of me, he pulled me up and to my knees. I parted my lips and took
his juices with him moaning, jerking himself in my mouth.

“Morgan?” Drew whispered to the back of my head.

“Shut up, Drew. Don’t talk about it. I’m embarrassed
enough.” I knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“You ejaculated.”

“I told you to shut up. Oh, my god. Please stop
talking.”

“Why? I freaking loved it. You know I’m going to do
that again, don’t you?”

“Go to sleep.”

Drew just happened to have to go out of town the
following Thursday, and then the next and then the next. I knew he was
prolonging his turn to talk to Deidra. He promised that wasn’t what it was, and
he was just busy with the end of the quarter. He was lying.

“Nope. No way. Celeste can handle it,” I argued when
he wanted to cancel again the next week.

“Morgan, we’ve been doing great. Why do we need to
keep doing this?”

“Because you promised.”

Drew groaned, whined, and did all but throw himself
on the floor in a tantrum, but I won and he went. I think I was more interested
in finding out who Drew was, more than fixing anything. He’d never talked about
his family, his mother, grandparents, where he grew up, school friends,
nothing. I guess I’ve always pictured Drew as an adult. I’d never even seen a
picture of him as a little boy, or his mother. He got rid of everything in her
room years before. I just didn’t understand why.

“I was beginning to think you guys had the perfect
life now,” Deidra spouted, opening the door to her office for us.

“We do,” Drew retorted. I gave him a look. He didn’t
want to do this. He wasn’t the least bit interested in digging up old bones. I
wanted him to do this. I needed him to do this.

“Let’s start with your earliest memory, Drew. Say
around three or four. Do you remember where you lived at that age?” Deidra
began.

“Yes, I lived in an apartment over Baker’s Drugstore
on Freeport.”

“So you’ve always been a Vegas native?”

“No. You asked me to remember where I lived when I
was three or four. I was born in Idaho Falls.” My head instantly turned in his
direction. I never knew that. I thought he always lived here in Vegas.

“How old were you when you came to Vegas?”

“Three.”

Deidra had to continue to ask the questions. Drew
wasn’t volunteering anything on his own.

“Where is your father?”

Drew shrugged. “Never met the man, well, not that I
remember anyway. I guess he’s still in Idaho.”

“Were your parents married?”

“No.”

“Why did you move to Vegas?”

“Because I was three years old. I didn’t have a lot
of say in the matter.”

“Okay, why did your mother move to Vegas?”

“She had a fight with my grandparents. She took me
and left.”

“Do you know what the fight was about?”

“Does it matter?”

“Do you think it matters?”

“Is this really necessary? What does me being three
have to do with Morgan and me?”

“We discussed this when Morgan talked, remember? We
can skip to the symptom if you want. I don’t care. It’s your money, you’re
paying me. Here, why don’t I just write you a prescription, a magic pill that’ll
just make everything perfect? Is that what you want, Drew?” Deidra asked,
moving from her customary chair to behind her desk. I held my breath, waiting
for Drew to drag me out of her office, never to see her again.

“Drew, please,” I softly pleaded, placing my hand on
his forearm. I didn’t like the look. I knew the look. He was pissed.

“Fine, you want to know
how I grew up? You think this shit is going to
cure
the problem? What
the fuck is the problem anyway?” Drew asked, standing and raising his voice.

Neither Deidra nor I spoke.

“You want the fucked up details? Is that what you
want?” he yelled, looking right at Deidra.

“Nothing you say could surprise me,” she confessed,
nodding for him to continue with raised eyebrows.

“We moved here to get away from my grandfather.”

“What do you mean?” Deidra coaxed. Drew turned to
look out the window, lowering his voice.