Like a Memory

  She sighed and put both her hands around the cup of coffee in front of her. “That’s good. I want you happy. I want you to have it all. But I don’t want you hurt and prepare yourself this could hurt you. It seems odd for her to take the breakup that easily.”

  “You don’t know what she’s like. She’s self-centered and it was never a real relationship anyway.”

  Mom just nodded. “Okay.”

  She didn’t go into it any deeper but I could see the look in her eyes. She wasn’t convinced. “Well, tell me all about the date. I want to know if he was everything you hoped he would be.”

  He had been more. But I wasn’t telling her everything. There were some things a mother didn’t need to know. I did want to talk about him though. I wanted to smile and feel giddy. I wanted to tell her all about how it happened and how what I thought was a mistake ended up being perfect.

  Nate Finlay

  I SHOULD LEAVE. Bliss deserved more than what I wanted. But fuck me if I could make myself walk away from her. I’d stayed up most of last night replaying every moment in my head. It had been the best date of my life and although Bliss was the marriage, babies, and picket fence kind of girl I was still unable to leave her alone.

  Hell, maybe I could do that shit. Settle down and not travel the world. Live in a small town and raise kids. If I got to have sex like that every day and hear her sweet laugh then it was worth it. The life I had planned for myself wasn’t exactly happy. It was lonely. Full of adventure but lonely.

  She had me talking crazy. I stared out the window of my Grandpop’s condo and watched the waves crash on the shore. I wondered if she was here. Just a floor up in her room. If I left right now and didn’t come back how would she feel? Would she hate me? Probably. She should hate me. I’d hate me.

  No. I couldn’t leave. I had to stay. See if this would be more. If this was what I was searching for when I thought, it was adventure I wanted. This could be an adventure. Bliss may travel. She may want to see things and explore places. I was assuming she wanted the slow life in a small town. I didn’t know that.

  I picked up my phone. I said I’d call today. This was my moment. Did I call and stay? Or did I run and not look back? Then regret it for the rest of my life.

  I pressed her saved number and waited. On the third ring:

  “Hello”

  “Good morning. Did you sleep good.” I could see myself in the mirror’s reflection. I was smiling. Her voice made me smile. Why would I run from that?

  “Yes and you?”

  Not a fucking wink. “Yeah, slept great. Have you had breakfast?” it was almost lunch time. Unless she was lazy then she’d had breakfast.

  “Just left my parents’ house. Mom had leftovers from breakfast and we visited.”

  She had that life. The same kind I had. We talked about it often when we were younger. How normal our lives were and how we had good parents. I was glad she had that. If she’d had sucky parents would she have survived?

  “I’m available for lunch though. I work tonight.”

  She would be at Live Bay. I wouldn’t have her all to myself. That put me in a bad mood. I was getting in deep if that bothered me. The girl had to work. I didn’t need to get all moody about it.

  “If you’re working tonight then can I have you all day?”

  There was a soft laugh on the other line. “Yes.” Her tone was pleased and I hoped that meant she liked the idea of me having her. Because now all I could think about was bending her over the sofa and fucking her sexy sweet ass.

  “I’ll be back home in about twenty minutes. When do you want to meet?”

  I wasn’t going to be able to eat with the need to touch her this strong. “Come to my grandpop’s condo. We’ll make plans then.”

  There was a pause and a hitch in her breath. She was a smart girl. She knew what I wanted and she wanted it to. Thank god.

  “Okay.”

  We ended the call and I continued to stare. I had my mind on other things now. Like her body and how perfectly it fit mine. No man in his right mind could walk away from that. He wouldn’t want to.

  This life . . . suddenly felt really fucking appealing. Or was it the need for Bliss’s body that was changing my mind? I hadn’t wanted Octavia this way. Sure she was a freak. I’d done some crazy porn worthy things with her. But it was different. There was a missing piece and I now knew it was that connection. The one I had with Bliss. The one I’d always had with Bliss.

  Octavia’s need to fuck in public places where she knew someone might see us had grown annoying. She got off on being watched. I liked that shit at first but then she started pushing it too far. Like wanting to do it at the shop hoping Bliss would see us. I wasn’t about to go there. The last thing I had wanted Bliss to see was me fucking Octavia.

  The first time she wanted to do it, we did it in the men’s restroom at a club. With a guy who walked in watching. She told me to go harder when the guy came in and she became a maniac while he watched. He’d started jacking off while watching us and that made her come. None of us were anywhere near sober but that night I was sure I could live with Octavia the rest of my life.

  I’d been wrong. Kinky sex hadn’t been enough. I was reminded of that the moment those boxes fell and Bliss was standing there looking wide eyed and shocked. Deeper meaning had come back to me and I had been fighting it ever since.

  The knock on my door brought me back to the here and now. I went to open it and Bliss standing there in a short soft pink sundress with no bra on underneath was all I needed.

  “Are you wearing panties?” I asked taking her hand and pulling her in the condo then slamming the door behind her.

  “Of course.”

  I reached under her short dress and tore the small flimsy satin panties off. “Good,” was my response. “Are you sore?”

  She blushed. “A little.”

  I pushed her back against the door and dropped to my knees. Taking one of her legs I threw it over my shoulder and gently began kissing the pink sensitive flesh I’d had the night before.

  “Nate,” she breathed and her head hit the door with a thump. “I don’t know if I can stand while you do this.”

  I began working her clit with my tongue and she panted my name along with god’s name. It was adorable and made me want to tease her more. I was actually down here to make it all feel better so I could bury myself inside again. Now. Soon.

  I didn’t need someone to watch us to get me off. Or get her off. I was throbbing with excitement just from the smell of her.

  Her legs wobbled and she leaned forward and her hands grabbed my shoulders. I gave her one last lick before dropping her leg and standing up.

  “I want to fuck you, Bliss. Not the sweet loving we did last night. I want to bend you over and grab your hips and fuck your pussy from behind.”

  If I was going to scare her that kind of talk should do it. Instead she was still panting. “Okay. Do you want me to bend over here?”

  This time, not laughing at that innocent question was hard. But I didn’t. She was being sincere and I didn’t want to laugh at her.

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the sofa. She wasn’t going to be able to stand for this. Not if my eating her pussy had her almost ready to collapse in the floor. “Get on your knees and lean over the back of the sofa.”

  She did as I told her and I jerked her dress up exposing her ass to me. I was going to come on that ass. Watch it run down her crack. Jerking my sweats down I was already naked underneath. I stepped out of them and moved in behind her.

  “Pull your arms out of your straps and let your tits free. I want to be able to grab them.”

  Bliss York

  HIS LARGE HANDS grabbed my waist with more strength than I expected. It was startling yet exciting. My heart was racing and I wasn’t sure what to expect. There had been a tender throb between my legs all day and the idea of him going back in had made me nervous. But after he had worked his magic down there with his mouth it wa
s all I could think about.

  The pain was more pleasure than anything. My body was craving the same release it got last night and I held onto the sofa anxious to be filled with him.

  “Spread your legs more and stick up your ass,” his words were thick and deep. I was ready to beg him so I did exactly as I was told. Whatever got him inside me I would do.

  The moment my bottom was pushed up his hands squeezed my hips and he was inside. One hard move like last night and I was full. This time there was no searing pain. A little sting but no more. There was a constant ache down there wanting him to do more. Give me more.

  “Fuck that’s a tight pussy,” he growled. “Needs to be fucked. It’s my tight pussy. It’ll know my fucking dick. You’ll get wet thinking about how good this feels. How much you want it.”

  He was right on all accounts. I was having trouble breathing. I couldn’t say anything back. His hands came around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. That sent an electric tingle through my body and right down to my clit. How had I missed this for so many years? No wonder girls in high school got pregnant. If this was what sex was then I understood their weakness. I may follow Nate around begging for it like a puppy dog.

  He pinched my nipples and I cried out as he began moving harder inside me. Each time he entered there was more force behind it and that brought me closer to my orgasm. His grunts and the feel of his hand roughly touching me. Like he can’t get enough of me was intoxicating.

  “When I come I’m shooting it all over your ass. Round little ass will be covered with my load. Fucking perfect.” If it wasn’t his body taking me closer to heaven it was his dirty words. The way he sounded as wild for me as I was for him.

  “Oh god,” I cried as the first tremor ran through my body. I would promise him anything at this moment. I would give him anything at this moment if he just didn’t stop. If this crash that was coming washed all over me and sent me back to that euphoria. “Please,” I begged as the pull came for me. “Harder!” I cried out.

  “You want it harder? Hot little pussy wants it harder I’ll fucking give it to you harder. He began pumping so hard I felt his balls slap my clit and that was it. I broke into a million pieces and screamed out as the orgasm claimed me.

  “That’s it,” Nate encouraged then he pulled out and yelled.

  “FUUUUUCK!” I felt the warmth of his come as it covered my bottom. Laying my head down on the back of the sofa I tried to catch my breath. My ass was stuck up in the air covered in come. I was sweating. And I didn’t care. My body was recovering and it felt wonderful.

  “Not sure I’ll ever be able to go in public with you,” he said after a few moments of silence.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to keep you naked and my dick buried inside you.”

  Smiling, I bit my bottom lip. That didn’t sound like a bad idea to me.

  His fingers brushed my extremely sensitive opening and I jumped.

  He chuckled. “Just making sure I didn’t hurt it.”

  “Oh you did. And you can hurt it again when you’re ready.”

  “You’re going to kill me,” he said teasingly as he wiped my bottom clean. When he was done, I rolled over and sat down not bothering to pull my sundress up to cover myself. I still didn’t have the energy.

  He smiled at me and didn’t bother to cover himself at all as he sank down beside me on the sofa. “Now I’m hungry.”

  I was too. All that had made me work up an appetite. “I could use some nourishment.”

  “We could order in or go out. You choose.”

  If we went out then I’d have to share him. I just got him. I wasn’t ready to share him yet. Tonight I’d be working and we wouldn’t have any alone time together.

  “Order in.”

  He laughed letting his head fall back on the sofa. “I’m glad you want it as much as I do. Because once I recover I’m taking you to the shower.”

  I shivered from excitement. All wet and soapy sounded fun. “Okay.”

  “But would you cover those tits so I can at least give my dick a break. It’s already getting hard again.”

  Only because I needed a break myself. I slipped my arms back in my straps and covered myself. “Your grandfather isn’t going to come home is he?”

  “Nope. He only comes home on Sundays.”

  That was a relief. I didn’t think his grandfather walking in on us fornicating would go over well.

  “When will you be going home?” I asked it even though I didn’t want to know. He couldn’t live here . . . or he could but would he? Rosemary Beach wasn’t that far but it wasn’t like having him in the same building either.

  “Not sure. When I do, maybe you could come too. And visit.”

  I hadn’t been expecting that. I would have to deal with leaving work but if I had a few weeks to save I could maybe manage a few days.

  “I’d like that.”

  He didn’t reply right away and the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. We didn’t have to talk to fill the time. We sat there instead. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over his lap then reached over to pull me to him before he picked up his phone and called to order us a pizza.

  This felt right. Like it had always been. My heart had never been this happy before. There were a lot of unknowns but for right now life was perfect.

  “Next week,” he said. “Let’s go to Rosemary Beach next week.”

  I didn’t need to take off work that soon. But I could pick up some extra shifts maybe before then. “Okay.” If he wanted me to go with him I would make it work.

  Nate Finlay

  I HAD TWENTY-FOUR hours of sex experiences with Bliss. And each one had been amazing. However, that shower fuck may have been the best. She left to go get ready for work and I knew I’d end up there tonight. She was like a magnet and I was unable to stay away from her. Especially after she soaped me up, worked my cock, then wrapped her legs around me while I pounded her with it. She had to be sore. Hell, my dick was sore. But she cried out for it and clung to my shoulders then clawed me like she wanted me to just crawl inside her and live there.

  If this was why men got married and settled down, then I completely got it. They found the hottest pussy attached to someone as sweet and beautiful as Bliss and they were begging to be tied down.

  When I shot my load all over her stomach while she watched me I considered proposing right then. I didn’t of course but hell if I didn’t want to. She had looked up at me with her hair soaking wet from the shower smiling like my semen all over her stomach was the best thing ever.

  Her leaving for work had sucked. I liked having her here with me. But she had a job and she needed the money. I couldn’t just keep her. I had finished up my last semester of college in the fall and not even tried to get a job because I knew I was going to be helping Octavia open her new store.

  That wasn’t happening now and I needed to decide on what I was going to do. Leaving didn’t sound appealing anymore. But I couldn’t get a permanent job here. I needed something for the now. This was all new and I wanted to be near Bliss. To find out where we were going. Give this a chance.

  I reached for my phone. Grandpop would probably have an idea of where I could work. Until I knew where I was going to go. Or hell, if I was going to put down roots here.

  My father’s father set me up a trust fund after I was born as he did my sisters. It was there to get me started in life. I wanted to build something. Create something. I just wasn’t sure what yet. I had a business degree. I had ideas but I wasn’t sure what I wanted that money to go towards.

  “You still at my place” was my grandpop’s greeting.

  “Yeah. Listen, I’m thinking of staying here at least for the summer. I need to get a job though and a place of my own. You know anyone looking for some summer help?”

  He chuckled. “Hell yeah, me. Hours ain’t great. You’ll work a lot of late nights. But I pay good.”

  I didn’t really want to work for my grandpop but he continued
to talk and the enthusiasm in his voice at the idea of me working there was going to make it impossible to turn him down.

  “You sure you aren’t making up a job for me?” I asked him.

  “Nope. I’ll be hiring several new people this month.”

  I was going to have to do this. “Okay. Thank you. I need to go home next week and get some things. But I’ll be back then and ready to start.”

  “As for a place to stay just stay at my place.”

  I thought of Bliss sticking her ass up on the sofa and knew there was no way I was giving that up every Sunday when Grandpop was home. “I better get my own place. I’ll rent something.”

  Grandpop let out a holler then he laughed. “Guess this is about that girl then.”

  “Yeah it is.”

  “Good. Smartest thing you’ve done in awhile.”

  Figured he’d be happy about it. So would my mother. She’d be thrilled when she met Bliss.

  Just as I hung up with my grandpop my phone buzzed in my hand and I looked down to see a text from Octavia. I hadn’t expected that. Nor had I wanted it.

  “We need to talk.”

  No we didn’t. What was said and done was over. “Don’t think so.”