The Boy Next Door (20 page)

He did not stop doing his exercises and his member did bring new meaning to having piece of wood. I saw it and I wondered if I could fit it into my mouth. Each time that he went up, his feet were dangling in the air. All I would have to do is bend over slightly and I would be able to take a taste of a man that I barely knew. I think it was that feeling of being strangers and not strangers at the same time that was making me all that much more eager to find out what he was like in bed.

“I don’t know what kind of girl you take me for, Lucas.” I was going to tell him that I would never do anything with him, unless we were officially married. I think he would have understood, but that temptation was standing right in front of me.

“I would never presume to tell you what to do, Emma. I’m just saying that if you wanted to relieve yourself of some of today’s frustration, I am right here to help you.” That was very nice of him to say, but I understood the hidden meaning behind his words. He wanted my body and I think I knew that from the moment that I saw him getting off the boat. He may have not realized he was doing it or maybe he thought that he was being coy. Either way, I knew that he was looking at me in a not so platonic way.

“Lucas, I wasn’t brought to your country to be your little English muffin. I was brought here to be a proper lady and to treat you like a man.” He was pointing with his eyes and I couldn’t stop from looking at the appendage that was now pointing towards the ceiling. The plum sized knob was something that I had been missing. I didn’t know how much, until I was standing right here and looking at his large equipment.

“You do whatever you feel comfortable doing, Emma. I just think that we could help each other. You can relieve me and I can do the same thing for you. It doesn’t have to be anything more than just a physical release.” Anonymous sex was never something that I had been interested in, at least not until right now.

“I’m still not sure that it’s appropriate under the circumstances.” He landed heavily on the balls of his feet, walked with insistence and grabbed my hand. He pulled me into the bedroom before I even had a chance to say anything more. He closed the door and now he was leaning against it, like he was protecting his castle and not allowing his queen to find a way out. “I think that you need this more than you can ever say, Emma. You may not want to admit it, but deep down this last month has been killing you. You may have been grieving for your family, but there are needs that have yet to be fulfilled.”

He walked towards me and I didn’t try to defend myself or try to put up any kind of a fight. I needed to know if I needed this as bad as he thought I did.

Chapter four

I stood there shaking like a leaf and quite nervous about the prospect of being with this man. He circled me like I was some sort of prey. He put his hand on my shoulders and moved my hair out of the way to kiss the nape of my neck. I felt that fire down below beginning to ignite. It didn’t take much more than the touch of his tongue against my skin to raise the temperature in the room a few degrees.

“I love the way that you were with Nancy. It shows me that you are a good mother. I’m glad that I chose right. I never expected anything like this, but I’m not exactly going to shy away from it either. We could talk and get to know each other, but I believe that all the talking that needs to be done is with our bodies. I’m not saying that I didn’t notice how beautiful and sexy you are, Emma. I just didn’t think that I had much of a chance with a woman like you. I might be rich and to be honest, I’m not sure what I’m really worth.”

I really didn’t know why he was telling me this. It really didn’t make much of a difference how much money he had. “Lucas, I’m not the type of girl that gets caught up in material worth. My husband was quite wealthy, but it wasn’t the money that made us a family. Of course, it helped us to live a certain lifestyle. I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t like the finer things in life. We really didn’t have many worries. My husband was a land baron like you. Unfortunately, being a woman, I didn’t have the same rights to his land than a man would. It’s not fair and I lost everything.” I was trying to find a way out of this and save face at the same time. I was feeling like I was betraying his memory.

I sat on the bed and he went behind me and started massaging my shoulders. “I understand that this is a very painful time for you. You need to let it go, or it’s going to drag you down and keep you there.”

The feel of his fingers kneading my muscles and then moving the straps of my dress to the side was enough to make me flush noticeably. I’d turned a crimson red not only in my cheeks, but along my chest.

“I know that I have to get on with my life. It’s just hard knowing that I will never see them again. They’ll always have a spot in my heart, but I figure it might be time to finally let myself feel again.” He was licking my neck and it was a sensation that I hadn’t felt before. He blew warm air and sent shivers up and down my spine in a pleasant way. It wasn’t lost on me that he was still naked and there was something quite pronounced poking me in my back.

The dress slipped further down over my shoulders, revealing my alabaster skin and then the swell of my bosom. He easily undid the tie on my bun. It flowed freely over my shoulders, my chestnut hair scented with lilac water. I did hear him sniffing and then felt the jerky motion of his cock in behind me.

“I just don’t know if I should…do this.” Having him around and watching him get in touch with his softer side with Nancy was enough to make me see him as a viable suitor. He kissed my shoulder blades and I felt vulnerable and exposed, as he moved that dress down, until I was only wearing the black corset. He got up and went around to the other side of the bed in front of me. His cock was right there, not more than a couple of inches away from my mouth. I licked my lips and waited for the inevitable, but then he surprised me with a gesture that went beyond anything that I could ever hope for.

“I just want you to relax and enjoy it. You don’t have to do anything.” Having pleasure inflicted on me and not having to return it was something new for me. He was making this all about me.

He knelt down on the floor with his hands busily getting rid of the corset. The ties were quite intricate, but he was able to make short work of them. My body was now open for his inspection and before long he was flicking at my nipples and making me sigh with a contentment that I had not felt in some time.

“Oh my…that does feel good. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop you.” I think that I’d just said the magic words, because his teeth were now grazing across the surface of that one nipple. He did the same thing to the other, while pinching the one that he currently wasn’t sucking on. I was squirming and there was no way that I could possibly sit still through something like this.

“Lucas, I have to tell you that this is the first time that I’ve been with any man other than my husband. I’ve never even seen another man naked, until you showed me something that I had not seen before. My husband is pretty blessed between his legs, but nothing compared to you. I’m not even sure if I can handle something like that.”

His tongue was now dancing along the inside of my thigh and the lips of my wet pussy were now quivering with a need to feel him. He touched on my clit for a second, making me jump almost out of my skin.

“I think that you have lost something and now you found something. Grab onto it and never let it go. By this time tomorrow, we will be married and I’ll have your hand in mine with Nancy looking on with pride, knowing that she was going to get a real family.”

His tongue made contact with my pussy. He opened me up with his fingers to find the bright pink interior waiting for him. It was already juicy and he easily inserted his tongue, until he began to move in a way that seemed almost impossible. My legs wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer with my ankles to make him almost suffocate on the juices that were now squirting out of my hole.

I was banging my heels on his neck. I just hoped that I wasn’t doing any permanent damage. It was my intention to let myself go, but this was like my entire body was telling me it was waiting for this moment.

His tongue seemed to have a mind of its own. Whatever woman he had been with in the past must’ve been very lucky to have a guy like him servicing her needs. I came and I hadn’t had that pleasure, since my husband had died in that fire. I’d not been with a man since and it was like I was ready to explode from the moment that I saw him naked.

He finally pulled his face away from me, showing that he was getting a secret thrill out of giving me oral gratification. I may not drink, but right now I could use a stiff one. Then again, there was a stiff one right there. It wasn’t necessarily the same, as liquid encouragement, but it was already calling my name. He stood on shaky legs and his cock head brushed across my lips only briefly.

“Emma, I love how you just screamed. I also saw the way that you muffled it by putting your knuckle up against your mouth. That shows not only that you are a woman, but you are a mother that knows how impressionable young children can be. We don’t want her to come calling to find out what all the noise is about.”

I didn’t think that was going to happen, but my instincts were to keep things as quiet as possible. We were on the other side of the house, but that didn’t mean that we were immune to the curiosity of a child that might have come out to get a drink of water

I grabbed him and pulled him towards my mouth, stopping momentarily to try to justify my actions. I finally told myself to forget everything and I took him into my mouth. I let the feeling of bliss surround me like a warm blanket. I took just a little bit more, feeling that knob pressing up against the back of my mouth and then letting him find entry.

I knew that it wasn’t right for me to be with him like this. It was only one night. I was trying to tell myself that it would be only this one time, but I knew that I was lying to myself. Once we did get married and find ourselves in each other’s arms, I would never want to be without this kind of loving.

He allowed me to play with his skin flute, licking it up and down and getting him to the point of no return. He pulled away with a gasp coming from his lips. He pushed me back on the bed. My legs were spread in open invitation.

He got on the bed with my ankles in his hands. He thrusted with his hips and impaled me on half of that monument of manhood. I moaned, but he planted his mouth over top of mine to make it more of a muffled exclamation of love. I realized  just feeling him deep inside of me with his balls swinging back and forth against my ass had made me see him with love in my eyes. I really didn’t think that I would be able to find that ever again, but he had proven me wrong.

The bed was moving and my lips were now spread over top of him, drawing him in ever deeper, until he was literally grunting his replies and banging me, so hard that the headboard was hitting the wall.

My legs were flailing and I was coming all over him, squeezing and pulling at his appendage to get him to give me that creamy center. I raked my nails down his chest, making him arch his back and thrust out with a more determined expression on his face. He was moving quicker and the friction of his shaft warming up my little friend was more than enough to send me into that orgasmic moment.

He held on to my ass and drew me to him over and over again with a wet smack of our skin. I could feel his knob swelling. He turned me and fucked me from behind, while pulling my hair and giving me deep and hard strokes that were meant to touch parts of my body that had not been touched in some time.

“Yes, Lucas… Give it to me.” I didn’t have to ask twice. His loins were now a slave to my desire and he was soon squirting like a dam that had burst from its seams. I felt the product of his love enveloped within me and then he pulled free and let me catch my breath.

He needed time to catch his as well and then he moved, until he was lying flat beside me. We had been going at it for almost an hour. I had a feeling from looking at his half erect member that this wasn’t going to be the end of the evening.

We continued into the wee hours of the morning, lying there with happy little smiles on our faces. He easily gave me one orgasm after the other. He didn’t have to think about it and it was almost like our bodies were attuned to how we felt for one another.

“Oh yeah, we are definitely going to have to do that again, Emma.”

I slapped his chest playfully and then we slept until morning.

We married that afternoon with Nancy standing there smiling. I think that was the one thing that she wanted more than anything…a family that loved each other. I found out after that I was pregnant and that Nancy was going to have company in nine months. I guess Lucas was a very virile young man in his twenties. He was elated by the prospect of being a father. He never had that chance, but now I was giving him that and the love a good woman.

I lie here seven months pregnant and Nancy has her ear to my stomach and listening to the little one kicking up a storm. Exhausted but happy, Lucas was sitting in a chair, watching us. This was what life was all about and I couldn’t be any happier

THE END

Getting the Game Plan

1

The crowd was going wild. The stadium was filled for the first game of the season, and the people of Angel High were going crazy for the football team. The night was still light so the towering floodlights were not turned on.

The red uniforms of the team ran onto the field, clad in their white helmets and their thick pads, looking inhuman as they sought to begin their defense of the title. Leading them was Trey Fournier, the star quarterback who had transferred to the school at the beginning of the previous year. At first he had been the new guy, and people had been wary of him; however, he had quickly ingratiated himself and become an integral part of the school, so much so that the popular clique revolved around him.

He waved to the crowd as he took to the field and they responded by waving back and cheering. The noise was cacophonous, and the rival team had entered a cauldron of passion. The cheerleaders were bouncing and flipping in the middle of the field as the teams took to their starting positions, and everyone was eager to get the game started.

Millie, a reporter for the school newspaper, was sitting near the front row with a notepad on her lap and her laptop by her side. She was leaning forward, her pen resting in her hand, trying to ignore the raucous noise that was swirling around her. Her blonde hair was tied back into a tight ponytail and a pair of glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. One of her habits was to push them up with her index finger whenever they slid down or when she was agitated, and she was doing this now.

“Something wrong?” Matt asked. He set his camera down and stopped taking photos for a moment, turning to his friend. He was a scrawny boy and he and Millie had been friends for a long time, just about since they had started high school. They both worked on the school paper, and it was something of a passion project for them. They enjoyed roving around like proper journalists, but Millie was looking like she wanted to be anywhere else but the game.

“This is just so boring. Why did we get assigned to do the sports? Adrian would have been a much better fit.”

“I think Cindy just hates you. She only went for editor because she likes the power. Do you know I even heard her say that she doesn't like reading, and she doesn't listen to the news because it's too depressing? What kind of editor doesn't read the news? It's pitiful I tell you, nobody respects our profession anymore.”

“All I want is to write some interesting pieces that actually tackle real subjects. I'm sure that Cindy only put me on this assignment to torture me. She can't actually believe that I'd be good at this. Do you know I spent the past few days watching football games just so that I'd be able to understand what's going on?”

“And what do you think? Have you been converted?”

“It's not actually as bad as I thought but I'd much rather watch something else. I mean, sure I get the blood and thunder of competition but the games take so long to get going, and whenever something happens it stops again and you have to wait for it to get started. It's not very fun, and I can never tell who is who under all that padding.”

“I don't think there's any way you can miss him,” Matt said, nodding towards Trey, who was sprinting along the touchline.

“Yeah, well, I don't think he wants to be missed. Don't you think it's weird that he just thrust himself into the middle of the school culture and everyone is okay with that?”

“I think you're just jealous because he became popular overnight and you're still, well, you're still always stuck sitting with me.”

Millie looked at him and pulled a face. “I don't know what you mean by that. I've never been unhappy sitting with you.”

“Pull the other one Millie. We've known each other too long for you to lie to me about these things. I know that you've always wanted to be one of the popular girls and it must kill you to see some guy come in from some other school and just have everyone instantly love him. But that's just the way the world is for us. We're the people who will always be on the outside, always looking in. I guess that's why we gravitated towards journalism, because we’re the ones that can observe and report about what's going on, instead of being a part of it.”

“I really hate it when you get so philosophical about things.”

“No, you hate it when I'm right,” he said, teasing her. Millie pushed the glasses up the bridge of her nose again and perched herself on the edge of her seat, eagerly waiting for the game to start so that it would be over as quickly as possible and she could dash off the report and send it in to Cindy. The cheerleaders finished their performance and then the klaxon sounded, indicating the start of the game. The ball flew through the air and the players ran in their formations, executing the game plans their coach had formulated. It wasn't long before the Angels scored first, and the crowd erupted in a loud cheer.

Millie's eyes darted across the field as she made notes, taking down the numbers of the players and any important plays they made. She had no time to cheer like the people around her, and neither did Matt, who was snapping photographs as often as he could. Millie soon lost herself in her job and she seemed to become removed from herself. The cheers that surrounded her became faded echoes, and even when she was jostled she did not get annoyed.

As the game unfurled it became quite clear that the Angels were going to win comfortably, and at the heart of the victory was Trey. Millie scanned her notes and noticed that she had written his number down many times, far more than any other player on the team. At first she had wondered whether the other players must have been upset that Trey was receiving all the accolades when it was a team game, but she had now seen firsthand that Trey was instrumental in the success of the Angels. The crowd was cheering his name and he waved to them as though he were royalty. Millie felt sickened that someone could receive so much praise for what amounted to tossing a ball around, especially when she knew so many other people that were gifted intellectually and the only thing they got was shunned.

“It's impossible not to get swept up by the crowd, isn't it?” Matt said.

Millie grunted as she made the final notes and then sighed as she flicked back through her notepad. The game was over. The Angels had won comfortably, and Trey was being carried off the field by his teammates, while the other team was skulking off despondently with hunched shoulders.

As the team moved off the field Millie watched them and noticed how people looked at Trey. All the cheerleaders wanted him and he could have had anyone he wanted. Even the adults were locked in sheer admiration for him, and she wondered how that must have affected his personality.  Surely nobody aside from a king should have been the focus of that much adulation.

2

Millie waited a while for the crowd to disperse as she soaked up the atmosphere and started to piece together the framework of her article. Matt spent some time taking pictures of the empty stadium, part of a project he was doing where he was able to combine his assignments with something he actually wanted to do, and took a few snaps of the cheerleaders as well.

“Did you have any luck this time?”

“No, they're all obsessed with Trey. They like the attention I give them though. I'm sure that one day I'll make some progress. Lacey smiled at me this time, so I'm getting there!”

“Uh huh,” Millie said. “You want a ride back home?”

“Are you not going to the party? It could be good for your article, get some behind the scenes reaction from the players and fans?” There was a tradition of going to a local restaurant after every match where the fans and players could celebrate or commiserate together. Before Trey had arrived at Angel High it had mostly been the latter.

“No, it's going to take me ages to write this anyway and I just want to get it done. I've already spent too much time on it. I want to just do a good job and then hopefully Cindy will see my talent and then put me back on writing the things that I actually enjoy.”

“Or you'll do such a good job that she'll keep you on football for the rest of the season. Maybe you should try doing a bad job on purpose so that she'll be forced to give the assignment to someone else.”

“Unfortunately I'm too much of a professional for that,” she sighed. “Enjoy the party anyway. I'll catch up with you tomorrow.”

Millie returned home and grabbed a bite to eat from the fridge. Her mother called out to her but Millie shouted “I'm writing!” and retreated to her room, her sanctuary. Nobody was allowed in when she was writing. She needed absolute quiet.

She went through her routine of closing the door, opening the window a crack to let some fresh evening air through, and then went to sit at her desk. She placed her notepad beside her and glanced down at it, closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and started writing. The words flowed. The black letters appeared on the screen as her fingers danced over the keyboard, making a clacking sound as she hit each key. She was typing so fast that her fingers began to ache but it was a sweet pain, and a pain that she was used to. It was the pain of productivity and it filled her with a sense of achievement.

Her words flowed as rapidly as her thoughts and her report soon became an article about the ways in which people bestowed respect and glory upon those who showed skill rather than great moral fiber or intellect. She wrote about how many people were living vicariously through Trey as the opportunity for fame had already passed them by.  The words were filled with emotion and she found herself getting angrier as she wrote them, because she knew that nobody would ever read them.

When it was over she exhaled slowly, letting the air escape her lungs, and slammed her palms down on the edge of the desk. She combed through the article and deleted big chunks of it because she knew that it wasn't what Cindy was looking for and wasn't what the paper needed. It wasn't her job to give an opinion piece about the psychological need for football or how one player could be placed upon the shoulders of giants. It was her job to report on the plain, cold facts, with the occasional poetic flourish when describing one of the plays.

She started again with a blank page, and recounted the game. When she was finished she had a neat summary of the events of that afternoon, but it felt vapid and empty, like it didn't mean anything. She'd joined the school paper because she wanted to do something that mattered, wanted to write words that would make people think, but instead she was merely reporting on a game that was one of many. People would glance over it and then forget, because it wasn't her words that mattered in that context, only the actions of the team. It frustrated her to think that she was but a cog in the machine that furthered the worship of people who she didn't think deserved such idolization in the first place.

After she'd e-mailed it off to Cindy, she turned off her laptop and read a book, trying to nourish her intellect which had gone unloved for the past few days. She enjoyed doing something other than watching football, and her eyes eagerly drank in the words that she was reading. Later on, she received a picture from Matt of him having fun at the party. The caption read that he wished she was there, but in truth she was glad to be away from the hustle and bustle. Crowds had never excited her and she was always most comfortable in her solitude; she could surrender to the peace and tranquility rather than be bothered by the boisterous nature of people. 

Yet as she crawled into bed and the cloak of darkness came upon her, as the wan moon sat in is celestial throne and looked out upon the world, Millie found herself thinking about Trey. He had become almost a mythic person in such a short amount of time and it was impossible for him not to play a part in her thoughts.

He was certainly handsome, if you liked that square-jawed, black-haired, all-American look. He had a smooth smile and an easy charm that made people gravitate towards him, and he was one of those people that things just happened for, or at least that's the impression she had. He didn't really have to try for anything. Girls threw themselves at him. Even the teachers were willing to bend over backwards to help him through his classes, because of course the football team was the most important thing and the players couldn't afford to limp through their studies.

She hated to admit that Matt was right but there was some truth in what he had said about her being jealous of Trey. She longed to be in the inner circle. Millie considered herself to be a fun person with a good sense of humor, and yet for most of her life she had only had a few people she considered friends, and she was only ever invited to parties as an afterthought. She started to imagine what her own life would be like if she was as popular as Trey, and smiled as she thought about all the boys that would throw themselves at her, being able to walk through the halls of the school and have everyone whisper as she went by, making their day if she only just smiled at them, and of course being able to write anything she wanted for the newspaper. Everyone would read it and, most importantly, everyone would love it.

3

“I'm not sure I love this, but it'll have to do. Don't have any time to rewrite this. Did you not get my email last night?” Cindy barked in a demanding tone.

“No, I was reading after I wrote the article. I thought it was fine, what's wrong with it?”

“Oh, where to begin. And you should always check your emails you don't know when I'm going to need something from you.”

“It's just a game report, it's not that important.”