My Real (22 page)

““What about your dad? You never talk about him either,” I urge.

“My dad had a wandering eye. He would openly check out other women and flirt with them right in front of my mother. She really didn’t care, because she couldn’t stand my dad anyway,” she says finishing her soup and giving the bowl to the waiter. I put my bowl of soup in front of her. She smiles and continues, “When I was a senior in high school he went to my science fair. He ended up leaving with my 22 year-old science teacher. I have no respect for the man whatsoever and even less contact with him since he married someone only four years older than me.”

This woman has been though more shit in her life from people who are supposed to love and protect her than anyone should ever have to go through. I reach up and squeeze her hand, hoping to offer a little comfort. I have a lifetime to make her feel safe and loved, and I intend to do just that.

The chef comes out and starts to prepare the grill. He juggles his cooking utensils in the air, tosses an egg up, and catches it with his spatula. I glance over at Bailey as she is smiling and laughing at the show. This is yet another thing that I love about this woman. She is thrilled to go out to a simple restaurant and still has a blast. Next, the chef picks up a vegetable and starts tossing it at the family at our table. The woman across the table from us takes three tries to get the food in her mouth. As the chef goes around the table to the kids, Bailey laughs as the littlest girl next to Bailey tries twice to catch it in her mouth and fails. The third time the little girl catches the food with her hands, pops it in her mouth and shouts, “I did it!”

Bailey’s smile leaves her face and sadness replaces it. I lean over and hug her close to me. “We will have more children. One way or another, I will give you a baby.”

She smiles and relaxes. It’s her turn. The chef pops the broccoli spear into the air, and it lands right in her mouth the first try. After thrusting her hands in the air in celebration, she spits the broccoli into her hand and puts it on her plate.

I laugh as the little girl next to her turns to her and says, “You’re supposed to eat your vegetables. They make you big and strong.”

Bailey leans over and whispers to her, “I’m allergic to vegetables.”

The little girl’s eyes get huge. “You’re so lucky.”

“Yes, I am,” she answers.

The rest of dinner was fantastic. Bailey had teriyaki chicken that came with fried rice, noodles, and vegetables. She gave me all the vegetables of coarse and jokes again about the teriyaki sauce. I can’t believe the amount of food she just put away.

“Are you full?” I ask, joking with her.

“Yes. I run my butt off, so I can eat anything I want. Well, I run so that I can eat more chocolate. I usually don’t eat this much for dinner. This is just really good,” she explains.

I shake my head and smile.

“You have a problem with how I eat?” she asks with a snarky attitude.

“No. I love it. Do you remember how Jessica used to eat?” I ask.

“Only plain salads, dressing on the side,” she recites, rolling her eyes.

“There was this time I took her out for our anniversary to a steak house. She only got a garden salad. She sat there and played on her phone while she waited for me to finish. She was constantly getting mad that I took so long to eat my dinner,” I explain.

“I used to take extra-long eating in college just to push her buttons,” Bailey laughs. “She would walk out of a restaurant because I was taking so long.”

As we walk to the truck after dinner, Bailey says, “So, one thing Ella did not pack for me is my running clothing. We are going to have to come up with a different way to work off all those calories I just ate.”

I back her up against my truck and pin her there with my arms.

“Oh,” I whisper into her ear. “I can think of plenty of ways to work off those calories.”

I kiss her neck as she rubs her hand over my hardness.

“Before this turns into a repeat of Skye’s parking lot, let’s go home,” I beg for my own sanity.

I’m so turned on right now. I love when he gets manly like that and gets a little rough with me. I’m not talking about whips and flogs rough, that’s not for me. I just like when he shows me exactly what I do to him, like he can’t wait another minute to take me.

I turn my body in my seat and lean in to Andrew’s ear. “I want to try something I’ve never done before.” I kiss down his neck as he groans.

“You are welcome to try anything you want,” he replies.

I rub up one leg, pause in the middle, then back down the other. I glance up at him and see his half hooded eyes.

“You need to pay attention to the road. Ignore any distractions,” I command.

“You are making that very hard,” he utters.

I laugh at the double entendre. “Hard to pay attention, or just hard.” I say as I squeeze him again. He lets out a moan that is my invitation to continue. I unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers.

“See, this here seems to be very hard. Is this why you are having so much trouble watching the road?” I ask as I slowly stroke him up and down.

“Holy shit, Bailey. That feels so good.” I feel the truck swerve off the road for a second.

“Relax,” I tell him as I lower my head to his lap.

“Easier said than done,” he growls.

Never having done this before, his moans are helping me know I’m doing something right. I lick him from root to tip, and he cries out and bucks his hips up.

“Hmmm. Do you like that?” I coo.

I take just the tip in my mouth and suck lightly. I’m rewarded with more sounds sexy from Andrew. I take a little more and suck a little harder. This is fun. I love the reactions that I can evoke from him. Let’s see how wild I can make him. I take his entirety into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. He slowly starts thrusting into my mouth, and I catch on quickly and continue the motion for him.

“Oh Bailey, you need to stop, because I’m about to come,” he puts his hand on my jaw and tries to lift my head as he pulls the car over to the side of the road. I pump faster and suck harder until he spills into my mouth. I continue to gently lick him until he shivers and pulls me up for a kiss.

“Thank you,” he says between kisses. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’ve always wanted to do that. There’s a lot of things I want try with you.”

“Well then, why don’t we get home so we can start checking some things off your list.”

“Go in and relax on the deck. I’m going to get ready for the rest of the night,” Bailey tells me as she walks up the stairs while taking her shirt off. I really want to follow her up the stairs right now, but I need to let her get ready if I want to see what Ella packed for her for tonight.

I walk to the back of the house and out onto the deck. It’s a beautiful night tonight. We’re pretty far away from the city, and there are no neighbors for miles. The sky is bright with stars you could never see near the city where we live. I sit down on the picnic bench and lean against the deck.

The view of the stars is nothing compared to the vision that walks through the French doors. Bailey is wearing the black knee high boots that she wore to dinner, with the sexiest black nighty I’ve ever seen. Her hair is pulled up somehow, so it falls like a waterfall around her face. She slowly saunters toward me, only wobbling once. When she is standing right in front of me, she straddles my legs.

“What do you think of my outfit,” she asks as she sways her hips back and forth.

“I think it’s fucking hot, but unfortunately, you’re not going to be wearing it for very long,” I promise.

She sits down on my knees and runs her hands from her knees, up her legs, her stomach, and stops as she squeezes her breasts together.

“Do you really like it? I think it’s a little small in this area,” she says as she presses her breasts toward me.

“I think it is just tight enough,” I answer as I lean in to kiss each breast she’s presenting to me. I rub my hands up and down her sides and come to rest just under her breasts.

“You see, the nice thing about this little outfit is that you do not need to remove the whole thing in order to get to the good parts.” She unsnaps a button and pulls off one layer. What was left was magnificent. She is wearing a black lace bra but the cups do not cover her nipples. I hiss through my teeth.

“See, apparently this is called an open cup bra. They leave all the good stuff out in the open while still looking pretty and serving its purpose of lifting and separating,” she explains as she rubs and squeezes her breasts.

“Well that is quite convenient isn’t?” I lean in to feast on her breast. She runs her fingers through my hair and when I bite her nipple, she tugs my head back by my hair.

“But wait, there’s more. See, you’d think that wearing panties would get in the way of the best part of tonight,” she continues as she runs her hands down her stomach to her knees again. She very slowly pulls her legs open wider, so she is now sitting spread eagle on my knees in front of me. She runs her hands back up to her thighs.

“But see these panties,” she says as she slowly tugs on either side of the crotch of her panties, “are called crotchless panties. They allow easy access.”

“I’m not sure I understand how they work. Can you demonstrate for me?” I’m loving this little tutorial from my naughty teacher. I’m not sure what has gotten into her tonight, but if this is how she is going to act in outfits like this, I’ll be buying a lot more of them.

“Please pay attention,” she instructed in a sexy voice.

She scoots up on my legs a little and puts her left hand on my knee and leans back a little bit and then pauses. A look of terror comes across her face.

“Bailey, are you nervous to touch yourself in front of me?” I ask quietly. She just nods slowly.

“Put your fingers on your clit,” I instruct her and wait for her to comply.

Still unsure of herself, I take her hand and place her fingers where I want them.

“There, how does that feel?” I ask pulling my hand away.

“Good,” she answers as she breathes out a heavy sigh.

“Now, move your fingers back and forth starting slow and then going faster as it starts to feel good.” I watch her eyes drift close as her fingers start to move.

“Now I want you to move your finger up and down your slit.” She is making me harder and harder, and she’s not even touching me yet. “You are so wet.”

Her breathing is getting faster and her hips start to move with her movements. Little moans start coming out of her sweet open lips.

“Push a finger inside of yourself, Bailey.” She hesitates for a minute. “Do it Bailey.”

She looks at me through hungry eyes and she bites her lip.

“Holy shit that was fucking hot. Push them in now,” I command her.

She takes a deep breath and pushes two fingers in and moans.

“Pump them in and out.” She quickly complies this time and is panting in seconds. That’s enough of a lesson for today.

I sit up, grab her under her legs, and stand up, holding her in my arms. I stop at the fridge, grab the chocolate syrup, and carry her up the stairs to the bed on the balcony.