Falling for Him (Stories of Serendipity) (5 page)

Amy sucked in a hard breath.  His words were mirroring her own thoughts.  The only reason she initially spent so much time on this stupid movie website was because she could interact with other people, who respected her opinions.  Then, when she'd met Cool_Hand_Luke, he'd listened to her, and really understood her.  He valued her opinions, and made her feel special.

Mommee_dearest:  I feel the same way about you.  It's like you are
speaking my thoughts sometimes.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  It's been a really long time since I've f
elt this connected to somebody.

Mommee_dearest:  I do want to meet you.  I just think it's a little soon.  I need time
to adjust to this new mindset.

Coo
l_Hand_Luke:  What new mindset?

Mommee_deare
st:  That you're a real person.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Oh,
trust me.  I'm real all right.

Mommee_dearest:  And you live near
me.  I might already know you.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Does that scare you?

Mommee_dearest:  A little, and I don't know why.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I don't want to scare you.
  I want to make you feel good.

Mommee_dearest:  You do make me feel good, Cool_Hand_Luke.  You validate m
y thoughts.  I appreciate that.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  And you do the same for me, bu
t
I mean in other ways…

Mommee_dearest:
  Oh…

Cool_Hand_Luke:  You want to try something different?

Amy concentrated on her breathing before she responded to his question.  She thought she might know where he was heading, but she wasn't totally sure and didn't want to embarrass herself by presuming anything.  Her heart was racing, and her skin was hot, and he hadn't even said anything to her yet.

Mommee_dearest:  Sure.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  You want to know what I want to do to you?

Oh God, yes…

Mommee_dearest:   Tell me.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I want to kiss you with all I have, I want my tongue to possess your mouth,
while my hands touch your body.

Mommee_dearest:  Wow.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Too much?

Yes.  But she didn’t want him to stop.

Mommee_dearest:  No.  Go on.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I want to tug on your hair, to pull your head back, so I can kiss your throat, down to your breasts.  My other hand will reach between your legs, to feel your pussy, wet for me.

Amy was pretty sure she was wet right now.  She was certainly hot.  She’d never particularly liked that word, but coming from this not-so-anonymous, not-so-stranger, did things to her insides.  She imagined his voice, deep and husky with desire, as the words rolled off his tongue and realized she was more turned on than she’d been in a long time.

Mommee_dearest:  Don't stop
there.  You've got me excited.

Cool_Ha
nd_Luke:  Yeah?  You like this?

Mommee_dearest:  Oh yes.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Are you touching yourself?

Mommee_dearest:  No.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Will you?  Please?

Mommee_dearest:  Alright.

Amy unbuttoned the snap of her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, after sheepishly looking around the room, while she sat at the computer.  She felt a little silly, but she re-read his words, realized he was writing them for her, and silliness went out the window.  She was turned on, in a way she'd never been before, and she was going to enjoy it.  The fingers of one hand lazily traced the inside of her thigh, while the other hand found itself inside her bra cup, fondling her breast.  She was so aroused, her breathing was already coming in ragged gasps.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Are you touching yourself now?

She stopped so she could type a response.

Mommee_dearest:  Yes.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Where?

Mommee_de
arest:  My breast and my thigh.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  That's hot…I'm hard thinking about it.

She wasn’t sure where her newfound bravado was coming from.  She’d never been able to think about doing this with Bryan.  She would have felt silly even suggesting it.

Mommee_dearest:  What do you want to do abou
t it?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I want to slip two fingers inside your pussy and hear you groan into my ear, while I suckle your breasts.  You grind against
me, wanting my cock inside you.

Mommee_dearest:  Oh yeah…I do…

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I want to grab your ass and lift you into my arms, push you against the wall of my office, and impale your hot, wet pussy on my hard, thick cock.

Amy's fingers were circling the button above her folds, and her breath was no longer ragged gasps, but low moans.  Her other hand pinched her nipple hard, and her fingers sunk deep inside herself.  She watched the computer screen, tweaking her nipples and finger fucking herself, unable to respond to Cool_Hand_Luke's dialogue, too involved in her own pleasure.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I want to sink my cock inside you repeatedly, until I feel you clench around me, before I cum inside you.  I want to hear you scream with pleasure.  I want to shatter you.  I want to feel you come undone, before I find my own release.  Then I will lower you slowly to the floor, wrap my arms around you, and kiss you until you forget how to breathe.

Amy came hard around her fingers with a loud groan, spasming on the chair in her bedroom.  She sat there, trying to catch her breath.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Are you still there?

Momme
e_dearest:  Catching my breath.

Cool_Hand_Luke
:  Did you just have an orgasm?

Mommee_dearest:  Oh yeah, I did. Thank you.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  My pleasure…

Mommee_Dearest:  Did you?

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Ha!  Nope, still in the office, but I'm pretty sure I won't be moving from behind my desk for a while.

Mommee_dearest:  LOL.  You want to try again later, when there's nobody in the office?  I can think of some th
ings I would like to do to you…

Cool_Hand_Luke:  Oh Hell yeah…There's a lunch meeting tomorrow that I don't have to go to.  Woul
d that be okay?  Around twelve?

Mommee_dearest:  I'll be there.

Cool_Hand_Luke:  I'll be looking forward to it.  I probably won't sleep tonight.  LOL.  You are amazing, you know that?

Mommee_dearest:  Not really, but thank you.

After logging off, Amy looked around her bedroom and felt an intense pang of guilt.  She was sure that what she had just done was considered cheating.  She looked at the bed that she shared with Bryan, freshly made that morning, and her gut churned.  She suddenly felt nauseate and ran to the bathroom to empty her stomach of everything she'd eaten in the last twelve hours.  Afterward, she felt a little better, and resolved to do something about her marriage.  One way or the other.

The bell tinkled when Amy walked into the used book shop on Main Street.  A Summer Place was run by one of her High School alumni, Summer Baum.  She was a slightly weird, quirky girl that Amy managed to sort of stay in touch with.  They weren't really friends, but they said "Hey" when they saw each other around town.  Summer was wearing her hair in a super short bob cut, and it was dyed red with platinum streaks in it. 

"Hey!  How's it going, Amy?"  Summer bobbed around the counter to give Amy a hug.

"Pretty good, I guess.  Where's your self-help section?"  Amy wasn't sure she really wanted help looking for this particular book, but she was also sure that if she did have to ask somebody, Summer would be the one.

"It's over there," she said, pointing at a book shelf across from the register.  "What are you looking for in particular?"

"Um…"  Amy was deciding whether or not to open up to Summer, who looked at her openly, expectantly.  "Marriage advice?"

"You and Bryan having problems?  It's natural, I'd imagine.  I've been with Bo forever, and as happy as we are, we have our ups and downs."  She led the way to the bookshelf.  "Our marriage section is here, but if you're looking to spice things up, I've got a shelf in the back you can look at."  She winked at Amy before leaving her to peruse the books.

Amy picked up book after book, looking through the table of contents.  "These books are written for idiots.  Who hasn't tried this stuff?"  She slammed the last book into place, blowing out air that fluffed up her bangs.

"Okay, let me see the back room shelf."  She turned and followed Summer, who actually bounced into the back room.

"I'll leave you back here alone.  Some people are embarrassed about this section.  It's not all porn or anything, don't look at me like that.  But there's some pretty graphic how-to guides here."  She left through the multi-colored curtain, and Amy turned to the bookshelf.

There were more sex books on the shelf than there were self-help books in the entire store.  Amy giggled to herself, as she picked up one after the other, trying to decide.  This was her last-ditch effort.  If she couldn't make Bryan look at her after doing some of this stuff with him, she didn't know what she could do…

That night, after dinner, Amy prepared herself to go to Bryan.  He was in his man-cave, and she wasn't going to leave until he'd had sex with her.  Period.  Then maybe she would feel like he still cared, like he wanted her, like he still loved her.

Amy revisited the black lace thong and robe ensemble that she'd worn before on her failed attempt at a nooner and hurried to the garage before her children could see her.  She knocked quietly, then entered without waiting for a response.

Bryan was in one of the recliners with his guitar.  She hadn't heard him play in years, and a pang of sorrow pierced her heart.  He wrote her love songs when they had gone out and were first married.  He'd sung the children lullabies. 

The song he was singing now was new.

He didn’t hear her enter, and she stood in front of the closed door and listened as his last refrains faded into the air before she spoke. 

"I haven't heard you play in a while…"

Bryan started.  He almost dropped the guitar in his hurry to put it aside and sweep his hair back.  Guilt shone in his eyes.  That's when she realized the love song was for another woman.  She had to remind herself she was his wife, and she had to make sure she’d tried everything to make him see her.

Taking a deep breath, she stalked towards him, doing her best to look seductive.

"What are you doing in here, Amy?"  Bryan asked, his voice sounding pained.

"What do you think I'm doing in here, Bryan?"  She forced a sultry note into her voice, but of course, it sounded forced.  Just like she felt.  But she wasn't going to give up.  This was her last chance.

She stood before him and dropped her robe, revealing the breasts that had nursed both of their children and hips that had bore them.  Her stomach was a little poochie, and everything was stretched, but it was her body, and damned if he was going to make her feel ashamed of it.

He stood, his gaze traveling up her body, from her toes to her face, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What do you want me to do?"

She almost gave up then.  But she couldn't.  Taking a shaky breath, she said, "I want you to fuck me, Bryan."

In less than two strides, he was on her, pushing her back roughly, until the back of her legs hit the desk.

"You want me to fuck you, Amy?"

The look in his eyes was wild, intense, and scary.  It was like he was at a precipice, and she had just told him to jump.  She bit her lip, and nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from his face. 

Bryan closed his eyes and breathed in a harsh ragged sounding breath.  Then, without opening his eyes, he reached for her, grabbing her ass while his mouth suckled her neck.  He lifted her on top of the desk and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties.  With a growl, he ripped them off and shoved her legs open.  His mouth was on her breast now, biting and sucking.

Amy didn't know what to do.  This was what she'd asked for, but it wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced with Bryan before.  It was like he was a different person.

Or she was.

Realization dawned, and Amy tried in vain to push him back.

"Bryan, wait…Stop."

Instead of stopping, Bryan pushed his cock inside her folds roughly, filling her with a groan.  He pumped in and out of her faster and harder than he'd ever done.  In spite of herself, Amy started to feel a pressure build inside.  A warm ripple that threatened to turn into a crashing wave.  Bryan still hadn't opened his eyes, and she just knew that he wasn't fucking her.