You Should Smile (24 page)

He nodded, eyes set hard.

I reached up and unbuttoned another button from my blouse, my breasts spilling out further and the edge of my lacy red bra now visible.  I traced my hand across my collarbone and whispered, “It’s getting hot in here....don’t you think?”  I grinned at him.  His eyes were captivated.

“Mr. Reeding, are you okay?” I drawled sweetly.

His eyes finally came up to meet mine and he mumbled, “Uh, yeah.”

I pressed on.  “So....you avoid women because you’re afraid of it hitting the tabloids, but you’re not getting satisfaction at home, either?”  I leaned forward again and this time, I put my hand on his leg and began to slowly trace upwards, toward his inner thigh.  Underneath his pants, I could see his dick growing larger.  Trailing toward his length, I whispered, “When is the last time you had sex, Mr. Reeding?”

His hand met mine to stop it from going any further, but he didn’t let it go.  He growled, “A very long time, Ms. Avery….”

I rubbed my thumb across his hand as it held mine.  “You know, Mr. Reeding, there is such a thing as a reporter’s privilege.  Whatever you do, whatever we say together during this interview, I’ll promise to keep it confidential.  Anything off-the-record is.....strictly ‘off-the-record’.....”  I grinned sexily at him and arched my eyebrow, letting him clearly understand my meaning.

He sat back, seemingly contemplating my offer.  Then he shook his head ‘no’ slowly.  “How do I know you aren’t some crazy reporter stalker?”

I lifted up out of my chair and down on my knees in front of him.  “I guess you’ll just have to trust me, Mr. Reeding, but think about it this way:  I’m a professional, ambitious woman who hopes to work for a national paper someday.  Now, do you really think I’m gonna write about how I sucked your dick in the locker room until you came into my mouth?  Or how then you bent me over that table over there and fucked me til I screamed?”

I arched my eyebrow, daring him to make his next bold move.

I’d surprised him.  He grinned at me for a second and I knew he was impressed with my move.  He made himself lose the grin and the smirk returned.  He slowly shook his head, trying to continue feigning resistance, as I moved my hand to his zipper.

“Ms. Avery, I don’t think...” he whispered.

“Sshhhhh.....let me help you.  Let me give you some release.”  I unzipped his pants and reached into them, pulling out his rock hard dick. 

“Oh fuck….” Thad clenched his teeth as his hips thrust into my hand.  Honestly, I wasn’t sure if that was him acting or not.  I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his throbbing head, licking around the tip as he groaned. 

Suddenly remembering his role, Thad whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Shhh.....”  I took him further in my mouth and began to roll my lips up and down his shaft, setting up a rhythm.  Up and down.  His hips were now frantically moving in tandem with my mouth and I could no longer tell if he was still playing along or not.  I decided to push it further.

“Fuck my mouth, Mr. Reeding.”

Thad stopped thrusting and looked down to meet my eyes. “What?”

“You heard me, Mr. Reeding.  I want you to let go.  It’s been so long for you.  Stand up and fuck my mouth.”

He groaned and I used his hesitancy to grab his dick and pull it upward.  He had no choice but to stand up.

“Ms. Avery, please....”  Thad actually did look pained.

From my knees in front of him, I grabbed his ass and pulled his dick back into my mouth.  I began sucking him earnestly, sliding his shaft in and out of my mouth, pushing and pulling his hips to me. 

“Fuck it.  I give in.”  I didn’t know who was speaking – real or role Thad, but I no longer cared at the moment.  He began pumping his hips furiously into my mouth, as the sucking sounds permeated throughout the room.  His thrusts became more fervent and I could tell he was getting close.

“It’s been too long, Ms. Avery, so if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better let me know now.”  Thad continued pumping and I shook my head.

“In my mouth,” I mumbled against his sliding shaft.

He moaned loudly as the first spurt of his come hit my tongue and I swallowed the saltiness, waiting as he thrust twice more – furiously – into my mouth, growling as he reached completion.  A physical shudder went through him as he recovered and pulled his dick carefully from my mouth.  He looked down at me and smiled. 

“Well, Ms. Avery, that was....the best interview I’ve ever had.”

I smiled back as I stood, straightening my skirt out.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Reeding, but I’m not done interviewing you yet......There’s still that table over there.....waiting....” I nodded toward the edge of the bed, pretending it was a table.

Thad’s eyes were aflame and he was stroking his dick, which had begun to harden yet again.  I licked my lips as I watched him glide his hand up and down, his eyes on me.  My eyebrows shot up in a silent challenge.  Thad grinned his sexy grin at me, forewarning me of some change in the rules, and then his look went hard.

“You want me to fuck you, Ms. Avery?”

I nodded.  By the hardness in his voice, I had a feeling the tables were about to turn.

“How long have you thought about seducing me, Ms. Avery?  Did you plan it?”

I shook my head and played out a fake stammer.  “N...No.  I didn’t plan on it.  I just saw you there and.....”

“And what?  You wanted to fuck me?” He demanded.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Yes....”

“Well, be careful what you wish for….”

Still stroking himself with one hand, he stepped toward me and grabbed me by the waist with the other hand.  He turned me around until I was facing the bed and pushed me over, harshly.  I moaned when he reached down and grabbed the hem of my skirt and pushed it up roughly.  I felt the material slide up and over my ass as he reached down and tugged my underwear down to my ankles.  Then, his dick was at my opening.  He rubbed the head of his dick against my wetness, causing me to buck uncontrollably toward him, pleading for more.  Finally, I gasped as he thrust his hips once – fast and hard – filling me completely.

“Ah! Shit!”  I screamed. 

He began pumping his hips quickly.  There was no romance in this scenario.  This was a fast fucking – a desperate man screwing the hell out of a seductive reporter. 

“Do you like it when I fuck you, Ms. Avery?” Thad growled.

“Yes.  Oh yes!”  I could barely stay in character. 

“Tell me you like it when I fuck you.”

I moaned, relishing in the feel of his dick pounding into me from behind.  “I like it when you fuck me.”

“Do you want to come, Ms. Avery?”

“God, yes,” I whispered – and I meant it.

Thad reached around me and began rubbing my clit as he continued thrusting into me from behind.  Then, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you walk through that door….”

His words were all I needed.  Suddenly, I was screaming as I came – violently, throbbing along his dick, gushing.

“Fuck, I can feel you come.  You’re gonna make me come so hard – and when I do, I wanna do it on your tits.”  Oooh, good one.  I was impressed.  As he continued thrusting into me, I went on and pulled my bra down below my breasts, exposing them, propping them up.

His voice was gravelly.  “I’m gonna come.  Now.”

He pulled out and I bent down to my knees.  His hand was stroking his cock, hovering over my breasts, as he threw his head back.  His face was contorted in a look of pure pleasure as the first rope of come erupted across my breasts.  He finally looked down and guided the next few spurts, gazing at the view below with intensity.  “Fuuuucccckkkk yyyyeeeessss,” he groaned.

Neither of us spoke for at least ten seconds. I had no idea if we were still playing or not, so I went ahead with my role.  I smiled seductively up at him and licked my lips.  “Thank you for a fantastic interview, Mr.  Reeding.  Don’t worry.  I’ll be very discreet, I promise, when I write the article.  You have nothing to worry about.”  I rubbed his come across the swell of my breasts.

Staring down at my hands, he mumbled, “Fuck that is sexy.....”

As if remembering his role, he finally said, “Thank you, Ms. Avery.  I think we should do another interview the next time I’m in town for a game – don’t you?”  Panty-dropping grin. 

I nodded.  There was no way anyone – fake reporters included – could resist that grin. 

He held out his hand to help me up.  “Love you, Pickup Grinner,” I whispered as I kissed him, ending the game.

He pulled me in tight.  “Jesus, Smiles.  That was a good one.  That whole ‘fuck my mouth’ thing?  Whoa….” He shook his head, still grinning. 

I shrugged and smiled.

He continued to tease me.  “Let’s be honest here....Who
wouldn’t
cheat on their wife with Ms. Avery?  She’s hot as hell....” 

I rolled my eyes and teasingly slapped his arm.  “Behave.”

He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “Never.  I’ll never behave as long as you’re around.  You’re my weakness, Smiles.”

And he was my strength.

***************

Three nights later, we were watching
Finding Nemo
with our three-year-old daughter Rosa (yeah, after Rosa Parks – who else?).  She’s the spitting image of her father – bright blue eyes, dark thick hair, and a grin that will win anyone over.  She has her daddy wrapped around her finger.  Even her Uncle Grant isn’t immune to her charms.  When Grant and Ethan come over, I always find her convincing them to be her guinea pigs for facials, tea parties, and nail paintings.  When I try to point out the obvious stereotypes there, Grant gives me the evil eye.  Without real complaint, though, he finds himself playing dress up and putting on plays with her.  Thad and I laugh over who is more dramatic – my best friend or my three-year-old child.

I got pregnant with Rosa about two years after we got married.  We’d talked about children from the beginning, but I was working toward tenure, so we weren’t really “trying” to have one yet.  At the same time, we weren’t really doing anything to “prevent” it, either, so we were going to be content either way.

The day I found out I was pregnant was the second time I’d ever seen him cry.  I knew something felt different, so I took a pregnancy test around 5:30 a.m. while he was still asleep.  When the positive sign came up, I left the test sitting on the sink for him to see when he woke up.  I took a cup of coffee out on the front porch and read a magazine as I waited on him.

I heard his running footsteps down the hall.  He saw me on the porch and opened the door, his head sticking out.

“Is it true?”

I nodded, smiling at him.

He came out on the porch and lifted me into his arms, hugging me tightly, spinning me around.  His words were choked and full of sentiment as his tears fell.  “I love you so much, Smiles.  Thank you…..”

***************

And as we lay there together three years later watching the cartoon movie, I thought to myself how much had changed in my life over the previous decade.  My movie selection had certainly changed.  The classics and indie films had been replaced with Disney and Pixar.  That’s the price you pay, though, when you have kids.  I loved every second of it. Besides, these modern cartoon movies were actually pretty funny, even for adults.  I wouldn’t admit that out loud, though.  My movie snobbery only allowed me to go so far.

“You ever think we’d be watching
Finding Nemo
, Pickup Grinner?”

He turned his head and grinned at me.  “The Shay I first met would be appalled, wouldn’t she?”

I laughed and nodded.  “Probably.”

Our little girl then looked up and blurted at me, “What’s a picka gwinna?  You always call Daddy dat.”

Thad began tickling her and teasing her about how she just blurts things out without thinking.  (I can’t even possibly imagine where she gets
that
from.)

I smiled at their antics and stated softly, “It’s someone who steals your heart and soul, little one.”

Thad stopped tickling her and grinned at me, a big sexy one.  Then, he mouthed, ‘I love you.’

I glanced at my husband as he held our little girl close to his chest, his eyes focused back on the screen.  My heart filled with love and I thought about how in the movies, there’s always a dramatic, over-the-top happy ending.  You know, the guy runs through the rain to reach the girl before she gets on the plane; the hero saves the maiden and tells her he loves her; the cowboy rides off into the sunset with his gal…..

In real life, though, “happy endings” don’t really exist because they never really “end”.  Happiness is in the small, everyday things – like the contented moments with your husband and child. 

That’s my happy ending.