Don't Fix It, Chapter 2c

Chapter 2 (cont’d)

The girls cleaned up after the movie and took their dishes into the kitchen without a fuss. I half-expected the usual stalling tactics, but they headed upstairs to brush their teeth and change into PJs. They were already getting settled when I went up to check on them.

Susie had left the lights on in the bathroom and the cap off her toothpaste, but I cut her some slack. She’d had a long day. She and Carly were already half-asleep on the pallet in her room. Susie cradled Mr. Spice, and Carly held her adopted platypus. Buck lay on the blanket between them, sharing his warmth with Susie and soaking it up from Carly. Conduction heating, check. Smart dog.

“Sweet dreams,” I told them. “I love you, Suse. You too, Carly.”

“And Roscoe,” Susie said.

Who? “Roscoe, too,” I agreed, because it was easier than asking, especially with her.

Molly was sitting sentinel at Emily’s door. She rose and thrust her head into my hand for some attention, which I was happy to give her. Then she hopped up and curled on the foot of Emily’s bed. Spike lay on the floor beside Madison’s trundle bed. She wasn’t quite ready for sleep, but the dog would keep her company until she was.

“Goodnight, ladies. Sleep tight. I love you.” I received mumbled replies, plus a heartwarming look from Molly. “You too,” I told her, and she lowered her head to her paws. Good dog. “Spike?” Nothing, not even a look. Whatever. He was Christy’s dog anyway.

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I returned to the kitchen and found Allie leaning against the corner where the peninsula met the regular counter. She still wore her mesh top, but she’d taken off the shorts she’d worn on the couch. I stopped the moment I saw her, although not entirely for the reason she thought.

Christy sometimes waited for me in the same spot, but she was an artist. She understood light and shadow, far better than a humble architect (and even a not-so-humble one). She never left the overhead lights on. Instead, she set the mood with backlight from the breakfast area or sidelight from the hallway. It was chiaroscuro, pure and simple, but it worked wonders, especially when she was nude.

Allie was an editor. Light and shadow were just words to her. Still, she managed to use them to her advantage. She was curvier than Christy, and her breasts cast shadows in the light from above. The mesh top contrasted with her bare skin underneath, and her pussy showed pale in the light when she leaned back. Ironically, she did it to show off her chest.

She fidgeted nervously, and I realized she couldn’t see herself, couldn’t see how the lighting worked for her.

Then tell her, the little head said. Give her a compliment.

“Wow, nice.”

Really? That’s the best you can do?

Allie sagged in relief, although it turned into annoyance when she remembered to smolder.

“You’re pretty nice yourself.”

Thank you, thank you. You’re too kind.

Will you stop! I actually looked down at him, just to make a point. She wasn’t talking to you.

Allie snorted a laugh that became an irritated whine, “Stop! I’m trying to be sexy.”

“You are. Very.”

“Then what’re you talking to him for? And why isn’t he— it hard?”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. I mean… I want hard.”

“Well, you’ll have to give me a minute,” I said reasonably. “I was just upstairs with the girls. You know, our daughters.”

“Oh, fuck! I mean… no! God, what’m I saying? No to both.”

I slow-nodded.

“Okay. Yeah. Sorry, that makes sense.” She sighed. “Can we try this again?”

“Want me to go back upstairs and come down again? I wouldn’t mind seeing you like that… again.”

Ah, yes… the Department of Redundancy Department.

You aren’t helping.

“No, you’re here already,” Allie said. “Just… grope me or something.”

“Sure!” I raised my arms and staggered toward her like Frankenstein’s monster. Where the hell had that come from?

“God! Stop!” she laugh-cried.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I’m in a goofy mood.”

“Well, stop it.”

“I’ll try.” I heaved a sigh at the Yoda-Paul voice in the back of my head, There is no try…

“Are you…?”

“Honestly…? I’m not sure. And you’ll never sleep with me again if I tell you.”

Her eyebrows rose.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear—

“Will you excuse me for a moment?”

Her eyebrows knitted instead. “Yeah. I mean… sure.”

I turned my back and pulled out the waistband of my pants. I wanted to look him in the eye.

“One more word and you’ll be sleeping with Rosy the rest of the week. I’m serious. Not. One. More. Word.”

He managed to look petulant, but he didn’t argue.

“Better.” I released my waistband, exhaled slowly, and faced Allie with a half-wattage smile. “Sorry about that.”

“Is everything… okay?”

“It is now.”

She compressed her lips. At first I thought she was annoyed, but then she started shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Go ahead,” I sighed.

“No.” She composed herself. “But someday you have to tell me what’s going on in there.”

“The big head or the little one?”

“The big one. I know what’s going on in the little one.”

“You’d be surprised,” I muttered. Chuck Woolery… Boris Karloff… Yoda…

Allie leaned toward me, and I gathered her into my arms. She felt good, solid, and she rested her head on my shoulder. She began to relax when I cupped her buttocks. I squeezed gently and looked at her for a kiss. We didn’t linger over it, but the connection was still there.

“Mmm,” she breathed, “that’s nice.”

I kissed her again, and she relaxed for real, although she jumped a moment later.

“Okay! There we go. That’s hard.”

“Yep.”

“So, are you ready for your reward?”

“Reward?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Um… vaguely.”

“Give me thirty minutes,” she said with calm assurance. “Meet you in the living room?”

“The living room?”

“Mmm hmm.” She reached between us and caressed my hard-on through my pants. “Thirty minutes. Can you wait that long?”

I somehow managed a nod, and she pulled away. She walked around the peninsula with a little wiggle, her confidence restored, and gave me a sultry look as she disappeared into the living room.

The bulge in my pants had the good sense to keep quiet.

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I was channel-surfing when Allie emerged from the guest bedroom. I resisted the urge to glance at my watch, but it felt like thirty minutes on the dot. I turned off the television and casually looked toward the door under the stairs.

I was trying to be cool, but I failed miserably. My jaw fell open, my eyes bulged, and I saw myself as the wolf in those cartoons, whistling and howling and pounding the table in a fit of lust.

Allie’s hair hung in gentle waves that caressed her shoulders and hid part of her face in shadow. She’d curled and brushed it out, and it seemed to glow with an inner light. She’d done her makeup too, and her lips glistened, red and inviting.

Once she knew she had my undivided attention, she walked into the room and towered over me in three-inch fuck-me pumps. She was nude except for a black silk choker, transparent black peignoir, and matching garter belt and stockings. I caught a whiff of her perfume, classy and seductive, romantic and sensual, like Allie herself.

Mr. Big decided to go camping.

Allie almost laughed at how quickly his tent went up, but she managed to hold it together better than I had.

“Is that for me?”

“Of c—” I cleared my throat. “Of course.”

“May I?” She nodded at the throw pillow beside me.

“Huh?”

“For my knees?”

“Oh, right! Yeah, of course. Here.” I tossed it onto the floor and the damn thing bounced away.

“Let me help you with that.” She picked up the pillow and set it between my feet. Then she sank to her knees. The peignoir did nothing to hide her lush figure, and I watched in fascination as her breasts moved.

“See anything you like?”

“You know I do,” I rasped. “And it never gets old.”

“Sometimes they do.”

“You know my motto.” I grinned like a kid in a melon store. “Can I touch ’em?”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She opened the peignoir, rose on her knees, and leaned forward. She let me play with her nipples for a couple of minutes while she massaged Mr. Big through his tent. “What should we do with this?”

“Whatever you want.”

She nodded at my shirt. “Take this o— Oh, my!”

I sat back and felt the warm leather against my bare skin.

“You were saying?” I grinned.

“Ha! That was quick. Someone’s eager.”

“Two someones.”

“You and the mouse in your pocket?”

“Me and the rather large cock in my pocket.”

“Confidence. I like that in a man.”

“Mmm. We should instill some in you.”

She rolled her eyes but grinned. “Orally?”

“Of course.”

“Then it’s your lucky night.” She untied the drawstring on my pants and pulled them down when I lifted my hips. Mr. Big sprang from his campsite. “Nice.”

He flexed to say thank you, and she finished taking off my pants. She tossed them toward my shirt, several feet away, and ran her hands up my bare thighs.

“I’m going to give you what you want.”

“Oh?”

“A long, juicy blowjob.” She used both hands to massage the base of my cock. “And when you’re ready…” She breathed a deep sigh and moistened her lips. “You can shoot it all down my throat.”

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“I’ll be right back.” Allie rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and shielded them with my forearm. Then I focused on my breathing and heart rate. I wasn’t feeling old so much as tired. I’d been up since the crack of dawn, and it was almost midnight now. I needed to stay awake, if only for a little while longer.

Still, Allie was happy, and so was I. She had come at least once in the living room, although I couldn’t be sure. I’d been a little preoccupied at the time, so it might’ve been more. She’d been playing with her pussy the whole time, and her pre-orgasms were easy to miss.

By contrast, I was sure of the big one. We moved to the bedroom after I recovered, and I went down on her to get things started. She lasted about ten minutes before she couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled me up, pushed me to my back, and practically attacked.

She used everything—hands, mouth, and breasts—but I still took longer to get hard than I usually did. She even tried her hair. It felt good, but that wasn’t my particular kink. Still, she was a good sport about it and had a condom ready when Mr. Big finally decided to live up to his nickname. Then she rolled to her back and pulled me between her legs.

“Gimme eight inches and make it hurt!”

“I know a joke like that.”

She knew it too. “No bricks, please. Just fuck me. Hard.”

I did, although not as hard as the night before. She was so worked up that she started coming almost immediately. She tensed beneath me, gripped my arms, and opened her mouth in a soundless scream of ecstasy. It lasted so long that I thought she was going to pass out.

Still, I kept going, and the temperature in her pussy rose with each thrust. The dam finally burst, and waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, and I held my own breath as she strained beneath me. My lungs really began to protest about the time she shuddered and sagged to the bed.

Allie lay semiconscious, so I shifted to a more comfortable position. The color in her cheeks faded from carmine to coral, and she eventually moistened her lips. Most of her lipstick had come off earlier, but she’d smeared it around enough that she looked like she’d been out in the cold instead of giving head.

You know what she really looks like, little Beavis said.

Yes. And you’ll lose your sex privileges for a week—

But—!

I don’t care.

She looks like a—

Allie breathed a long sigh, and her eyes fluttered open.

Saved by the bell.

I closed my own eyes and wondered what I’d done to deserve my sense of humor. It must’ve been bad, whatever it was.

“Let me ride you,” Allie said, her voice husky from disuse. “It’s better that way.”

I nodded without opening my eyes and then rolled us together, glad for the distraction from the clown between my legs.

Allie pushed herself up, adjusted her hips, and began to move. I became a spectator at that point. Her breasts swayed above me, and the color rose in her cheeks. We were both a little awkward at first, but our strength returned quickly, and our bodies found the rhythm.

“Come inside me,” she said at last. “I wanna feel it.”

I nodded, and a minute later I filled the condom with a couple of surprisingly strong spurts. Allie grinned down at me through a curtain of hair.

“Was it good for you?”

I chuckled, “That’s my line.”

“I know. But I’ve always wanted to say it.”

“Feel free,” I said, “any time.”

She gathered her hair to one side and collapsed on top of me. I shifted her slightly, and my dick slid out of her. We lay there in a contented heap until she pushed herself up, groaned, and swung her leg over me.

“I’ll be right back.”

I raised my arm. The bedside light seemed brighter than usual, and I realized that Allie had been gone for several minutes. I sat up and heard the toilet flush, followed by the bathroom door.

“Everything okay?”

“What?” Allie said. “Oh, no, sorry about that. I was taking off my makeup.”

“Ah, okay.”

“D’you want me to get that?” She gestured at my flaccid penis and the full condom. I’d forgotten to take it off. She didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, she crawled onto the bed and gently removed the condom with both hands. “I’ll drain it next time. I hope you don’t mind. It… um… it’s better fresh.”

She returned to the bathroom, and part of me cringed in mild dread. I kept waiting to hear the toilet flush, but Allie appeared in the doorway and turned off the light. She began unfastening her garter clips. Then she looked up and saw my expression.

“What?”

“Nothing. I was being a sexist. And a bit of a jerk.”

“How?” She caught my unconscious glance and figured it out. “What? The condom? You thought I’d flush it? For real?” She rolled her eyes in frustration. “You only have to tell me once.”

“I told you it was sexist.”

“I’m never getting married again,” she swore under her breath.

“That’s fair. And if it makes you feel any better, my wife says the same thing.”

“I know! That’s where I heard it.”

“Oh.”

She removed her garter belt and folded it on the dresser. Then she took off the stockings. I watched in silence, more or less for my own enjoyment, although her confidence grew when she saw my expression.

“Okay,” she said slowly, “maybe that’s why you’re still married.”

“Yeah, I hope so. I mean, I usually catch myself when I’m being a jerk.”

“And you’re willing to admit it, which is better than… you-know-who, He Who Must Not Be Named.”

I chuckled, “Right, him.”

She crawled onto the bed and settled beside me with a sigh of exhaustion. After a moment she scooted closer, slid her leg over mine, and rested her cheek on my chest.

“Don’t worry, your feet are safe. All three of them.”

He was more like a half-foot, but I decided to let him keep his delusions.

Allie’s breathing slowed, and I thought she might be ready for sleep. I was wrong. Again.

“Thank you for everything.”

I managed to stifle a yawn. “My pleasure.”

“I mean it. Not just for letting us stay here, but for putting up with me and all my baggage.”

“I like your baggage. The two upstairs, for sure, although I wouldn’t call them that.”

“See? That’s what I mean. Makes me wet all over again.”

I reached toward the nightstand and felt around for a condom.

She laughed uncertainly and raised her head. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m tired, not dead. Gimme a minute— Aha!” I brandished a foil packet.

“Oh, give me that.” She snatched it, stretched across me, and returned the condom to the nightstand. “We’re done for the night.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, I am. Four’s my limit.”

“Not really.”

“No,” she conceded.

If we were going to talk, I might as well learn more about her.

“Have you ever hit it?”

“A couple of times, but…”

“Only from a gangbang?”

She nodded and traced a finger around my nipple. “Did Christy tell you?”

“No. It was just a guess.”

“Well, it was a good one.”

“Mmm. I’m getting to know you better. Your body, at least.”

“Same here. And what about you? What’s your limit?”

“More than four, but it depends on the timing. Earlier is better for me.”

“Obviously.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’m usually exhausted by the time you’re ready for more.”

“I’m not complaining,” she said. “I mean, this is more dick than I’ve had in a year. Maybe two years, the bastard— Sorry, I shouldn’t’ve brought it up. Or should I say him.”

“It’s okay.” I fell silent and let her sort through her thoughts.

“It’s not that I don’t want to talk about him at all,” she said eventually. “It’s just… I mean… I don’t wanna talk about the reasons we… you know.”

“It’s complicated,” I agreed.

“God, no kidding.”

“Then let’s talk about something else, at least until I’m too tired to answer.”

“Thank you. I know you’d probably be asleep right now if I weren’t here.”

I nodded and didn’t dwell on it. “What do you normally do? At night, I mean, after the girls’re in bed.”

“Work.”

“Ah.”

“Although…,” she chuckled, “that’s sort of what I’m doing now.”

“How? I don’t see a laptop or anything.”

“I’m working in my head. And I… uh… I’m doing research. Yeah, that’s the ticket.”

I snorted a laugh. “I want a job where I can do research in bed.”

“Become a writer.”

“Sure. It’s easy,” I mocked politely, “anyone can do it.”

“Well, anyone with a decent imagination and a passable command of the English language.”

“Like becoming an artist… or an architect.”

“Okay, you made your point. Still, you get to do a lot of research.”

“Like now.”

“Mmm. I’m learning all sorts of things. For instance, I’d forgotten how much I dislike condoms.”

“They’re a pain in the ass, all right. But it beats the alternative.”

“Now that you mention it,” she said, “what are the alternatives? Not like you mean, AIDS and all, but… can’t I just get tested? We won’t have to use them if I’m clean, right? I mean, that’s the whole point.”

“Mmm hmm. And I was going to suggest it.”

“As long as it isn’t a satanic ritual or something.” She laughed softly but then sobered. “I mean, it’s just a simple blood test, isn’t it?”

“It’s a bit more than that, but not too bad. We can stop by the clinic tomorrow. We have a friend—”

“Another girlfriend?” Allie laughed.

“A friend-friend. She isn’t my type—”

“You mean, she isn’t young and pretty?”

“No,” I said, a touch defensively, “she’s thirty-something and pretty. She’s also married and monogamous. Very.”

“Oh. I thought— Well… you know what I thought.”

“Mmm.”

“Now who’s being the sexist?”

I shrugged. “It feels weird on the receiving end, but I suppose you’re right. I… um… kinda have a reputation.”

“Yeah, but still—”

“Water under the bridge. Anyway, our friend knows about us—our group, at least.”

Allie’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “She knows you’re swingers?”

“Yep. She’s a good Christian and everything.” I paused and regretted my tone. “Actually, she is. Good, I mean. She’s Christian too, but she’s isn’t in your face about it. I wish more people were like her.”

“And she doesn’t have a problem with your lifestyle?”

“You’ll understand when you meet her.”

“Why? What about her? You know I love a good story.”

“Uh-uh. It’s time to leave you with a cliffhanger, Ms. Editor.”

Her sea-green eyes hardened, but with a challenge instead of malice.

“Mmm,” I agreed. “I thought you’d see it my way. Now, if you don’t mind…?” I nodded toward the light and reached for the switch when she didn’t object. “Morning comes early around here.”

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To be continued…

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