Chapter 31 Oh Thank God… Money

Unfortunately, I couldn’t tempt Sophia away from work. And I did half-heartedly promise her I would look at the essay and the budget plan she had come up with. Give us the least I could do since she made me breakfast. I don’t remember the last time anyone made me a home cook meal. And she even offered to make us dinner for tonight. So I had no excuse as I laid in her bed watching TV trying to come up with any excuse not to go over the essay and budget. I wasn’t really coming up with anything. So, I had to jump into it.

I knew the essay was going to take me a second to get through so I started with the budget. And surprisingly when I pulled up the file on Sophia’s laptop it was surprisingly easy to read. Mostly because she used graphs, and pictures and where there were words the font was easy for me to get through.

That was… really… really considerate.

She found an apartment that was 10 minutes away from campus that was $720 a month for a one-bedroom apartment. I wasn’t wild about that.

Because I had a house.

But the apartment included utilities. So that wasn’t a bad price. I wouldn’t need a car if I was only 10 minutes away from school. And Sophia found on the school website that I could take the bus or Metro for free that was included in the tuition.

I could actually save money if I started cooking. But that was never going to happen. It was just easier to grab something and go.

Where I went into debt the most it looked like was surprise surprise frivolous shopping.

No more using credit cards.

No maid service to take care of my washing and cleaning.

No more just seeing something and buying it.

Because that is where all my money went down the drain. Did I need a $5,000 Versace plate? No, but it was a good addition to my house. A talking point if I ever invited anyone over.

The only other person that would be seeing it would be Sophia. And I don’t think she was going to appreciate the aesthetic of having an unusable decorative $5,000 plate.

Sophia had everything budgeted from where I would live to the soap products I would use to wash my ass. And her grand total for a month of expenses was $4,500 a month to live with only $300 to do whatever I wanted with. I made half of that just with Imogene. She even made note that if I Airbnb my house out like she had suggested I would have more spending money.

Spending money that would go into a savings for a car. Also I should be putting $100 away every week into a savings account for emergency situations. I feel like I was talking skills before I aged out of the system but I never retained any of them. And here they are almost 15 years later still haunting me. One week wouldn’t be so bad. At least the house could take care of the house then.

Bzzzzzzzt, Bzzzzzzzt, Bzzzzzzzt

Oh thank God… money.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand knowing it was Ivan.

“Hey”.

“Can you be in Orlando in an hour?” Ivan coughed. Those cigarettes were going to kill him.

“No, I don’t have a car”, and I’m not going to keep using Sophia’s like a deadbeat.

“Didn’t you just get the money I sent you for last night’s job? Good work by the way, she booked you for next week. It’s something about you two cooking whatever that’s supposed to mean”.

“Exactly what she said. Just cooking”.

Ping! Ping!

That was my Cash app notification. So I just got the money. “Whatever. As long as she comes back, her money is good. I got a couple in Orlando that want you. You fuck the wife and the husband watches. Three hours you take home 5k”.

“Why so much?”

“Cuz the husband pissed me off. Came at me with some bullshit. Made him pay up front. You want the job or not?” He asked again.

Three hours of work for 5K. I couldn’t beat that.

But… Sophia.

I felt a ping of guilt drag my stomach down like lead had coated my insides.

I would be back for dinner.

But would Sophia want me back for dinner. We both knew this was coming. And I could take the money I earn and I don’t know get her something nice?

“I’ll take it”.

“Sending you the info now”, Ivan said ending the call.

Chapter 32 Margaret and Martin

I think there is something severely wrong with me. I want to keep things professional and I want to do my job uninterrupted, but I can’t even blame anyone other than myself for what had happened.

This was supposed to be a normal job. I went to the home of an older couple and they greeted me warmly. They seemed like a normal couple that was reaching their later 50s or so, and they seemed like the type of people that would soon become new grandparents to somebody. But just the fact that I was there was telling enough that they had very… unconventional interests that grandkids and even their adult kids wouldn’t want to know about.

The money was good just to help them “spice up” their love life in the bedroom. I immediately knew what they were asking for. I remember the man, Martin, smiled at me as if I was son returning home. Oh, but that sort of comparison, once I realized it despite the warmth in the man’s smile, disturbed me a bit. I kept it concealed and to myself though. I didn’t want them to see me bothered in any which way. I am a professional, after all.

“All I need is for you to really give it to my wife in a way that is difficult for me now,” Martin had explained to me. He placed his hands on top of his wife’s and she smiled at him with a fondness that seemed like that of young lovers, so they were clearly still very much in love with each other.

“Oh, Martin…” His wife, Margaret, cooed to him.

They had a habit of giving each other Eskimo-kisses and whispering to each other in a way that made the other giggle and laugh, and yet they told me how their sex life (and ultimately their relationship) has been suffering due to Martin’s inability to get it up again.

It was a bit sad to hear about, but I had given them my word that I would give Margaret the pleasure she looked for so desperately while Martin watched from his corner of the room. He had even explained to me in private at some point while Margaret was grabbing us some drinks that he had never wanted to be a cuckold.

“When I was a younger man, I couldn’t understand why any man would want to be a cuckold. But now that I’m older and I can see that my body isn’t exactly what it used to be… I didn’t want my issues to get in the way of pleasing the wonderful woman that is Margaret.”

“Are you boys talking about me?” Margaret chimed in with a playful tone when she came back with a serving tray of lemonades and snacks.

“What? No, no, of course not! I was just telling our new friend, Clark, about all of your favorite positions. Right, Clark?” Martin winked at me with a smirk, and I just smiled right back at him.

Today I was using the name Clark. If they became return customers I would tell them my real name but for now I was Clark.

“Yes, of course. You’re a very sensual woman from the sound of it, Margaret.”

“Oh, you can bet on that, Clark,” Margaret winked at me now and laughed, “I’m still as much of a firecracker now as I was back then.”

They were a very strange couple, but they did seem nice enough that I wasn’t immediately put out by this request, however, there was still a hint of something that was putting me off about all of this. It was the strangest feeling of almost not wanting to be there, even though this was my job that I had been doing for as long as I have.

I figured that maybe it’d be best if we got to the bedroom as soon as possible, so that was what we did. Apparently, my eagerness had rubbed them the right way, as if I was just as aroused and excited to be with Margaret as Martin was eager to watch us fuck on their matrimonial bed.

We got right to it. Martin went off into his corner so he could watch the way I touched his wife however she and I pleased, and Margaret wrapped her arms around my neck as if we were long time lovers. She kissed me gently on the lips at first and I reciprocated the gesture. My arms found their way around her waist, and very gently, I massaged her back. She shuddered against me and broke the kiss to giggle at the sensation.

She liked it, found it to be a cute little tease, and she went right back into kissing me more deeply. I cannot properly explain it, but there was something in the way that she shuddered that made me think of Sophia.

Would she had trembled like this if I had touched her in the same way?

I slowly began to lead us closer towards the bed. She began to strip away her blouse and dress pants.

That was the other thing about this job; it had gotten me used to the wrinkly and sagging bodies of older women. I wasn’t inherently attracted to older women to this degree, but over time of seeing these nude bodies, you just get used to it. They are still women through and through, and as such, I knew how to please and relieve them as I needed to and as they needed me to.

But from all of these older women that I was tasked to please, none of them could have sounded angelic in their laughter and manner of speaking as Sophia must sound to me. On her, there was not a single wrinkle or blemish of aging yet. She was still filled with vitality and the boundless potentials of life. She wasn’t pleasing older men like how I do to women and she wasn’t here with me right now…

Something about that perspective hurts me a bit, but I tried to push that thought out of my head for now.

We dragged time on and I teased her through her underwear, teased them right off of her body with her panties first and then her white bra.

“I shouldn’t be the only one naked here, Clark,” Margaret cooed to me. She cupped my face and brought me in for another, much deeper and more passionate kiss.

I didn’t argue with her and just began to slip my clothes off article by article. First it was my shirt, which had momentarily interrupted our kiss, and then it was my jeans. I unzipped them and did my best to kick them off and to have my briefs follow after.

She smirked at me when she dropped herself down onto the bed and she wrapped her arms around to pull me down with her. It was at this point when I broke the kiss to lead a trail of kisses from Margaret’s neck to her chest with the occasional love bite peeking through, that I heard the zipper of Martin’s pants go down. He pulled out his limp cock and seemed to be trying to bring it to life in his hand while he watched us.

Things seemed to be unfolding just as they were meant to, but then something odd consistently began to nag at me. The more I kissed Margaret, the more Sophia seemed to seep into my conscious mind, and the more Margaret and I rolled around together in these passionate throes, I knew she was getting more and more aroused, but I couldn’t find it in myself to feel much of anything at all.

It was the strangest thing…

I just couldn’t get myself up. I didn’t know why it was happening to me now of all times, because this sort of thing has just never happened before.

Eventually, I went down on Margaret and started to eat her out. She loved that a lot, and moaned out my work name without an issue. She was so wet and desperate… and while I pleased her like this, I tried to pump my dick while using the bed as a means of covering up my actions. Her moans and cries kept growing in their heights of pleasure and she was so close to a proper orgasm just as I was beginning to realize that there was something seriously wrong with me; I still couldn’t get aroused.

My dick just wasn’t working for me right now.

I tried to think. I pulled my mouth away from Margaret’s womanhood and slipped my fingers inside of her instead. I attacked her g-spot, to which her eyes began to roll back in pleasure and her toes curled. My thumb rubbed and rolled over her clit and the fervent jerking of Martin’s cock could be heard along with his groans from a corner of the room.

I was starting to really do it for this couple, but they weren’t doing it for me. I bit the inside of my cheek but still whispered to Margaret, “Yeah, baby, cum right into my hand… Give me everything you got.”

It was some typical dirty talk, especially when it came out a bit rugged and growled. It drove Margaret absolutely mad though and she loved it.

I managed to bring Margaret to her full satisfaction with her orgasm and she sighed with a heavy breath of relief. That was just her first for the evening, and she seemed to revel in the idea that there was going to be more to come after that. But now I was the one that felt lacking in performance other than that.

Margaret sat up with a hum.

“I should give you a reward for giving me that much pleasure, right?” She teased me with her tone, but her words just slipped and slid right off of my person when she took me and pushed me down to the bed now. She would have gone down on me, but when she started to make her way, Margaret stopped when she realized that I wasn’t as into it as she was.

She stared at my limp dick and her staring only made me flush at my own sense of incompetence.

“What’s wrong with you?” Margaret asked with enough tonal disturbance that it made me think that there was actually something medically wrong with me, and that she was some kind of doctor that could spot it immediately. “Am I not enough to get you going?”

Her questions were harsh and I knew that if I didn’t do something to please her and her husband, then my reputation would be on the line here. I tried to think fast.

Didn’t have this problem with Sophia…

That didn’t help.

“Maybe if I suck you off, you’ll feel a lot better–” Margaret started to say and shift down so she could get my placid dick in her mouth, but I quickly sat up and gently rested my hand on her shoulder. She stopped and looked up at me.

I felt really bad for doing this to her, especially since I’m sure she thought that tonight was going to be different from every other unsatisfying night with her husband. She was so frustrated and at a loss with her sex drive, I could tell, but that was why I decided to do this instead.

“I wanted to make you cum at first, but now it’s actually your husband’s turn to be with you.” I told her this and prayed to any god that was listening to just throw me a damn bone here.

Margaret looked confused and at a momentary loss. “What?”

Martin was also just as confused as his wife. I really did make it sound like this was a whole plan that Martin and I came up with, and when I looked over in his direction to see that he had managed to get turned on enough from watching me and his wife’s activities. I took advantage of the situation that was given to me.

“Yes, this is actually a special thing that I do for couples. I warm up one partner and then the spouse will come in to finish the rest. It’s sort of like… sex-marriage counseling.” I pulled that right out of my ass, but I really hoped that they were going to buy it. I just needed Martin to play along with me here.

“Martin… is that true?” Margaret looked over to her husband with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She was fully focused on him and I took that as my chance to get off the bed and stand a bit further back to watch over this couple.

They loved each other, and when Martin glanced at me and then looked to his wife and her hopeful eyes, I could see that he was already melting at the sight of her. I nodded to him and he took the silent cues too. “Of course, darling, I wanted to relive all of those nights with you all over again… I’m just sorry that my body can’t keep up sometimes.”

“Shut up, I love you so much, Martin. That will never change.” Margaret smiled at him and something about the moment was genuine and sweet, I could see that, but I also didn’t want their arousals to die down on them. So I cleared my throat and directed them to the bed.

For a moment, I felt like some kind of porn director, but I knew that this moment was so much more for them. This was an old couple falling in love again, and I guided Martin right back into the groove of fondling his wife. He suckled her breasts, her head tilted back in hearty moans that only a husband could bring out, and Martin’s cock throbbed with anticipation.

“Oh, Marge, I need you so bad…” He groaned out and she moaned for him to take her. She wanted him to ravage her body again and again, for as long as they could manage. They had taken off and I was left there watching, as if I was the cuckold now. But while I watched Martin and Margaret make love on their bed, I thought of Sophia.

God, just like Martin and Margaret, I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with Sophia. If I could wake up next to her every morning, kiss her lips, be there in those pivotal moments and in the more relaxed and tranquil times, even to be there in our hardest and darkest moments… just as long as by the end of the long days we can sleep side by side, make love, and wake up more unified than the day before, then we must be doing something right by the next day.

I want her, to love and to hold her always, but only if she would feel as strongly as I do. That realization both terrified and thrilled me to my core. I’m so scared to love her this deeply and yet…

God, I can’t stop thinking of her. I need to see her.

Chapter 33 Ollie

Some idiot calls in a bomb threaten and now I can’t go into the office for the next 2 months. I should be grateful I have a job but it was going to be extremely boring not having a reason to get up and go somewhere.

Fridays we were still going to go out as an office somewhere. And I’m glad I decided to take Sara up on her offer to come to Chicago. Today was just exhausting. I know I told Oliver I would make dinner but I’ll just order something and I’ll cook tomorrow.

I stretched as I shut down my desktop for the night. It was not good to be sitting for this long. As I let my head fall back I saw the extra bed I had my dad put together. I should really just turn this room into an office. If I ever had company I did have an extra room. And it’s not like a bunch of people pile into my condo anyway.

“Oliver?” I shouted. I heard him leave early today but that was around breakfast. It was five in the evening now.

And I thought I heard the water kick on. But that could have been my imagination or the fact that I had to sit through a 4-hour meeting about the new protocol to keep us all safe.

“Hey”, Oliver said coming into the room with a bouquet of red roses. He was dressed semi-casually in black business pants and a white button-down t-shirt. I could smell his earthy soap heavy in the air.

“Heeyy, you’re dressed up. Do you have another person tonight?”

“No”, he said handing me the roses. They looked beautiful,”It’s just you and me”.

“Thank you”, I said feeling blush rushed to my cheek. I don’t remember the last time someone got me flowers that wasn’t my parents on my birthday or Valentine’s Day,”They’re beautiful”.

“Just like you”, he said picking me up bridal style. He carried me out the room and I thought we were going to the master bedroom only to go to the bathroom that Oliver had set up beautifully with candles and a milk bath filled with roses and soft spa music. “For you”.

“Wow, This… This is a lot”.

“You don’t like it?” He worried.

“No, no, no it’s not that. I love it”, I’ve never had a boyfriend that put this much effort into something from me before.”Where did these candles come from?”

My bathroom was normal size. Nothing extravagant. And somehow the little touches Oliver added made it look nicer than what it normally did. “I brought them”.

“Are you going to join me?” I said with the raised eyebrow.

He smiled,”I don’t think we’ll both fit. But when you come to my house. I’m definitely going to take you up on that offer”.

Oliver sat me down and I put the flowers on the sink. I felt his hands slowly peel off my clothes until I stood naked in front of him. I liked the hunger in Oliver’s eyes. I liked how he didn’t have to say anything to say he wanted me.

I stepped into the warm water and sat down. Soaking in that heated water, feeling it hug every inch of my skin so gently, breathing in the aroma of the milk bath… it was my heaven… my mini-vacation… a place to breathe deeply and let my inner peace return.

Oliver sat down on the edge of the tub happily taking in the view. He reached into his pocket and pulled out small black box.

My eyes bulged out of my head because it looked like a ring box. “It’s not that”.

I didn’t realize how much I tensed up until I let myself relax and uncurl my toes,”Good because that’s too fast. Warp speed actually”.

“Open it”, he said softly handing me the box.

I opened a little black box and found a floral, halo, diamond necklace shining inside,”Wow, this is…this is… Wow”.

“You like it?” He said lighting up at my reaction.

“It’s wonderful”, I said going over to Oliver sitting up on my knees and smothering him and kisses,”Thank you”.

“You deserve so much more”, He said wrapping one arm around my body. Now that I was this close to him I could see something was wrong.

I could hear it in his voice.

“Should I be nervous about all these gifts?”

“No, I just want to spoil my girlfriend”, He said earnestly. And I liked, really liked that he called me his girlfriend.

“Right, after I gave you a budget?”

“That’s for the fall. I’ll take this as my…my….”.

“Adjustment period?”

“Sure. After looking over the numbers. You do have some good points…” He said clearing his throat.

“Ummm, and your going to do it?”

“In the fall… I’ll have to”, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it but it was his best option and it wasn’t forever.

“I’m proud of you, Oliver. And you know I’ll help you as much as I can. I want to be there when you walk across the stage and they can call you Doctor Kennedy”.

“It dose have a nice ring”, he smiled as I put the necklace on,”Doctor Ollie Estill”.

“Who?”

“It’s my real name. Well, My foster parents “adoptive” last name and I was born Ollie”.

“So I’ve been calling you the wrong name this entire time”, he kissed my cheek as if that’s all everything but it didn’t.

“No, I want you to call me Oliver. It’s the name I picked. It’s the only one that matters”, he explain. There was a lot to what he just said. But I wasn’t ready to dissect all of it. His identity, was probably really complicated from his birth parents to his foster ones to who he is now.

I want to understand.

And I would in time.

“So when we’re in the throes of passion don’t moan,’O yes Ollie’ and ‘more Ollie’ just Oliver is fine?” I said lightning the mode as I imitated my cumming voice.

“Only if you promise to say it like that. I’ll allow it”, He said nozzling my neck.

“Do you still have the condoms from the island?”

“Yes”, he breathed cupping my breast.

“We should test it”, I smiled.

As Oliver ran his mouth from my ear down to nipples he paused at my suggestion,”I do need to tell you something”.

“Yes?”

“I had a job coming today”, he admitted staring deeply into my eyes.

“Okay. I knew this was coming so… How did it go?”

“Piss poorly”.

“O”, I said genuinely shocked.

“I well…”, He said clearing his throat nervously,”Umm, It was a husband and wife…”

“Adventurous”, I said carefully.

“The husband just wanted to watch…”

“Oh, okay wow. You know to each his own”.

“And I couldn’t… perform”, he stated.

I immediately look down to his pants to see his rock hard erection poking through the black material. His cock was begging to come out to play. “Was she ugly or something?”

I was trying to be sensitive and compassionate to his situation. But at the same time, we never had these problems. Even right now we weren’t having these problems,”She wasn’t…you”.

I immediately melted.

You have a hard on for me in your heart.

“You have me now”, I encouraged. We kissed and all the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. I grabbed him by the lapels and pull him closer towards me; kissing him, pushing his mouth open, my tongue on his.

Oliver looked hungrily at my breasts. My nipples are so sensitive and begging for his attention. His mouth quickly finds my breasts, licking one tit and then the other-biting my nipples. My hands have worked their way into his pants and are stroking his cock. It wasn’t a surprise that he was hard and waiting for me to explore.

Oliver made a guttural sound as I stoked his cock. He picked me up carried me to the master bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed as I stranded with his waist. I pulled his pants down and worked myself down to my knees in front of him. He stripped off his shirt.

Oliver grabbed me by my mess bun and guided my mouth to his hard, hot cock. I took his cock into my mouth and began to work my tongue over its entirety. My tongue licked the head in fast circles, and I took the length of his cock into my mouth, all the way into my mouth.

Ooooh.

He’s discovered one of my hidden talents! I have marvelous control over my gag reflex and take him into my mouth like a veteran porn star.

“Oh my God Sophia,” he says as he leaning back on the bed. I start to suck his cock, noting the precum now oozing from his manhood. His breathing quickens and he tightens his grip on my hair, steering me onto his throbbing cock as he pleases. He’s looking down at me taking in the sight of me giving him a blowjob to remember. He grunts, “I’m gonna cum!”

I look up at him as I’m working his cock with my mouth and he shudders, releasing his hot load into my mouth. I swallow every drop he has to offer enjoying the priceless expression of lust and release on his face.

“Wow,” he says. “That was so hot!” He pulls me up on to his lap again and kisses me, even more lustfully than before.

He kisses his way from my mouth, down my neck and abdomen,”Your turn”.

His face gets closer and closer to my wet pussy until his tongue finally finds its way to my sweetness.

“Mmmmmmm,” I mutter, as he licks my pussy eagerly.

“You like that, huh?” he says between licks. He playfully pulls his head away from my pussy as I get close to cumming.

I look deeply into his eyes, say “yes,” and pull his face back to my pussy.

He licks my clit with quick flicks of his tongue until I’m moaning and stops once again with an evil little grin.

“Lay back”, he demanded pushing me down on to the bed. Oliver plants a deep kiss on my mouth. I taste the bittersweetness of my juices on his mouth.

And in a couple quick motions he has his hands on top of my hands pressing against the bed. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy as he kisses my neck.

“What do you want, Sophia?” he asks breathily into my ears.

“I want to feel your cock in me,” I say.

And as I’m finishing my sentence, I feel him lean me forward slightly and his huge cock slip into my aching pussy.

“Like this?” he says, as he begins pushing himself in and out of my dripping pussy.

“Yesssssssssssssss,” I hiss, meeting his thrusts by pushing back onto his cock and enjoying the sensation of him pressing into my G spot with each thrust.

I hear the sound of arcing fireworks light the sky as rainbows of starlight. And I wasn’t sure if it was because I was hearing actual fireworks or just feeling them.

“Fuck! You’re so tight!” he groans.

The pace quickens as we realize that we’ve been gone a while. Now cumming is all either of us can think of. He thrusts harder and faster. I begin to cum as I realize he is in control of this amazing fuck. I feel him start to shudder and he presses into me as he fills my dripping pussy with his hot cum.

“O God Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” He grunted out collapsing on top of me. I was floating on the cloud as I wrap my arms around Oliver holding him the last bit of remaining strength I had. He buried his head in the crook of my neck. And I could get lost in the sound of his labor to breathing.

I wanted to stay in this perfect moment forever.

Chapter 34 You Do?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

What the hell is wrong with me!?

I…I lost my mind to the allure Sophia. I completely came inside her. Even as it was happening in the back of my mind I was telling myself to stop. Get a condom. But I couldn’t not when to looked down into her warm brown eyes and saw them filled with everything I ever wanted.

Love.

Compassion.

Beauty.

And mine.

Even now, I couldn’t find the strength to pull my cock out of Sophia.

“I love you”, I heard her whispered. I pushed myself to stare down at a sleepy Sophia.

My heart swelled at the idea of Sophia loving me. Through her bedroom window I could see firework spark come own the dark, come own my heart, come press start.

“You do?”

“Uhhmmm”, she said closing her eyes.

I think… I do too?

I rolled off of Sophia and pulled the covers around us so she could sleep. I held her closely against my chest. Never wanting to let go.

What the fuck was I doing?

Good girls, like Sophia didn’t fall for trash like me. I certainly didn’t deserve a girl like Sophia.

But she chose me.

I placed a soft kiss on her cheek and barely above a whisper said,”I love you, Sophia”.

I really, really do.

Bzzzzzzzt, Bzzzzzzzt, Bzzzzzzzt

Damn.

I carefully detach myself from Sophia. I rolled out of bed and found my pants on the floor. I found my phone and I didn’t need to look down at the caller ID to know it was Ivan. I looked over to Sophia sound asleep then back down to my phone.

I silently walked out of the master bedroom and into the living room. I didn’t want to wake Sophia up just cause I had to go to work.

“Hey”.

“Hey, got another one if your up to it. Wesley was supposed to do a bachelorette party but the SOB broke his arm building a deck. He’s out for now. So I have a shit ton of work available if you’re up for it”, He coughed.

“Depends what do they want?” I said pacing back and forth.

“The bride’s looking for a good time. Probably full service. The maid of honor paid for it, so it’s on the table but it’s up to her. You walk away with 10k”.

Not bad for a night’s work.

Do I roll the dice take the job and see if I can perform? Or do I listen to what my body is telling me? I don’t want to fuck anyone not Sophia.

“I think I’m going to take a break from being full service”, I stopping my pacing.

“Damn it! I knew that horny couple was nothing but fucking trouble”, Ivan said complaining to himself. “Well it was a good run, plenty other freaks out there. You just taking a break from fucking right?”

“Right”, I heard a crack in the floorboards and whip my head around to see Sophia was up in a oversized white t-shirt tip towing past the living room.

“Ignore me”, she mouthed heading into the kitchen.

“So as long as you don’t have to put your dick in someone you’ll take it?” Ivan clarified.

I know I was opening Pandora’s box. I would have to start being real open-minded about people’s kinks. And I was definitely going to have to follow Sophia’s budget, I wouldn’t have nearly the amount of business I normally took.

But, this was the right move for me.

For us.

“Right, correct”, I confirmed and I heard a chair squeak as he shuffled through papers.

“Alright, I got another one I was going to give this one to Jack, but I think he needs a break, only thing that comes out of his mouth these days is no. Tomorrow, have a guy—“

“No”.

“It’s not like that. It’s a man that likes other men to laugh at his dick”.

“What?” That was new and I was no stranger to humiliation… with women.

“He’s got a micro dick and he likes it when you laugh at it. It’s 30 minutes of work 1k. He’s looking for something long term. That’s not bad. Since you’re giving up your bread and butter”, something somewhat stable too.

I look back into the kitchen and saw Sophia had gotten herself a bottle of water and was tiptoeing back to bed. She gave me a small silent wave before disappearing down the hallway. “Okay, I’ll try”.

“Good, I’ll send you his information. Now how do you feel about pissing on someone?”

Chapter 35 One Hour

“I have to do some work”, I giggled as Oliver pinned me down to the bed. I slept for maybe 15 minutes last night all the other hours I was dick-tized. I wanted to stay this way.

Oliver kissed me deeply and then pulled back. And instantly I wanted his mouth back on mine,”I know you do. But wouldn’t you rather stay here with me?”.

He sat up and pushed my legs wider open. Oliver held my left leg on his shoulder and kissed down my calf all the way to my thigh taking his sweet, sweet time. “You know I do, but…”.

“No buts…take a sick day”, he said tempting me.

“I work from home now”, god his tongue was magical. “Give me an hour. And I’ll give you the rest of the day”.

“And night”, he added. There was definitely nothing wrong with his cock. I’m pretty sure I had my first out of body experience with the way all over made me cum over and over again. No man had ever done that to me before.

“And night”, I promised.

Oliver exhaust hard before pushing up to hover over me,”Why must you be so pragmatic?”

“Because I would like to keep my job”, I smiled.

“And I want to keep you in this bed”, he smiled rolling off of me.

I snuggled up next to Oliver,”I’ll make you some breakfast to make up for it”.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest,”That counts against your hour”.

“We have to eat”, I said sitting up.

Oliver pulled me back squeezing my breast,”Open your mouth I have something for you to eat”.

I gasped as blush filled my cheek,”So naughty”.

“That’s not even the beginning of things I’m going to do to you”, he promised.

“One hour”, I responded kissing him quickly before dragging myself out of bed. I quickly threw on my oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. I could be around through most of the things I needed to get done. I would pay for it after we came back from the 4th of July weekend. But I would gladly pay it if it meant I could spend more time with Oliver.

Honestly, I was surprised Oliver was still here. After I woke up to get some water I figured he was going to go out for a job. But he came back to bed. And I wasn’t complaining.

Chapter 36 Perfect

I have to be the luckiest bastard alive. This was the dream. I had the love, care and attention of a smart beautiful woman. And she accepted my job. There was no lying, tiptoeing around or arguing. Sophia just accepted me. And that was rare. Really rare.

I heard foot steps coming back to the bedroom. I set up ready to take Sophia over and over again,”Ready for round two?”

“More like round 22”, Sophia said grabbing my suitcase.

“Throwing me out?”

“Doing laundry. You need to clean clothes”.

“You’re a saint”, I said as I got out of bed and put back on the sweats pants and shirt I had been living in since we got back from Bermuda.

“I would wash those too but I don’t have anything for you to wear in the meantime”.

As much as I would like to stay naked in her bed I needed to make a run. “I do need them. Can I borrow your car again?”

“Uhmmm”, Sophia said without another thought.

“I’m going to go up the street to Walgreens”, I explained.

“Okay”.

“For Plan B”, If someone was taking my car I would have a lot of questions but Sophia was just throwing me the keys.

“Ooooo, right. God, I didn’t even think about that. We definitely need that. I’m not ready to be someone’s mom yet”, not today but someday.

I can definitely see Sophia being a wonderful mom.

I kissed her again. And again she pulled back too quickly. The last time I was this horny I was probably just discovering what playing with my dick was like.

“One hour”, I reminded her.

“I promise you I’m not going to forget”, she stated rolling my bag down the hallway through the kitchen into the back part of the condo where her washer and dryer was at. It was a small room filled with towels and wicker baskets on a tile light floor.

I felt the least I could do was help her load up the washing machine. And as I filled the washer Sophia was taking out clothes I had just put in,”You can’t mix colors with your whites. And you certainly can’t wash your expensive shirts in a normal load”.

I wanted to help. But honestly I didn’t know what I was doing. I paid someone to do that,”Am I making more work for you?”

“No, you’re trying. I just don’t want to ruin your clothes”, I shrugged at that statement. If they got ruined I would just buy others. Or at least that was normally my motto. Now I needed to be more conscious of my spending. “I got this. You go to Walgreens. And then immediately come back”.

Yes ma’am.

I snaked back through the house and got the keys she kept on the hook by the front door. I found my tennis shoes and in no time I was in the car and pulling up to Walgreens.

Maybe I should have asked Sophia if she needed anything? That would have been the nice thing to do.

If she needed something she would have told me.

I was overthinking this. I was here for one thing and one thing only. I easily made my way through the aisles, grabbed a basket and found the contraceptions.

While I was here I should probably get some more condoms. A variety, maybe Sophia, would like a chocolate-flavored condom.

Or maybe strawberry?

I’ll just get one of all of them.

And lube.

Sophia didn’t have a problem getting wet. But maybe we could try anal? Even though Sophia didn’t strike me as that type.

Better to have and not to need.

And since I’m here, I could probably find the protein bars I normally lived off of and Mountain Dew.

Ping! Ping!

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw I had a text from Sophia.

I need to soak your white shirts will you get a small thing of bleach?

❤️❤️❤️

I silently debated myself if I should send back hearts or just say I love you.

The thumbs up was fine.

We were good.

Perfect really.

Chapter 37 Epilogue

I watched the fucking tool walk up and down the aisles as I tried to figure out what made him so fucking special. I kept my head and hat low trying not to bring any attention to myself.

Sophia was mine long before she met him. And she would be again if he didn’t get in the damn way. We had a history he couldn’t compete with, I knew I wasn’t perfect but neither was she. I had to move a lot of pieces to get close to her. And no one was giving me credit where credit was due.

It should be me shopping for condoms.

It should be me getting to stay the night at her place.

Except Sophia was too fucking stupid to see it. I was going to have to spell it out for her. She’s lucky I stumbled into her again. I knew she was coming to the wedding. That was mainly why I was going. From what Michelle told me Sophia finally got her life together. She wasn’t the ugly ducky from college anymore but a beautiful woman with a career and personality.

She was finally the woman I deserved. And I’ll be damned if I let this boy toy fuck have what belongs to me. She would be mine, or no one’s.

The End..