Category: Romance Publisher: C. E. Todd Books
Pages: 43
Copyright: November 26, 2013
Abandoned by her husband, Christine stumbles through a relationship with the boy next door.
Christine Metcalf's quiet life as a doctor's wife is not so quiet lately. Since her husband threw himself into his career, after learning he couldn't father children, Christine has been left alone.
Tom pursues Christine, but Christine needs Tom to go his own way. Tom falls into college life, but that doesn't buy Christine any piece of mind. Just as Tom seems to win Christine, their affair is revealed, and Christine's husband confronts her. Will she and Tom survive? And what of their relationship?
Excerpt
I threw on my t-shirt, and pulled up my cutoffs, and took his hand, leading him out to the garage. I picked up a spare garage door opener from the shelf, and handed it to him. “Here. Take this, and the bike. You can come back when you want, and if you see the SUV in the driveway, call me.”
Tom paused, staring at me. “I can’t take this. This is too much.”
I smiled. He was always polite like that.
“No, really, I can’t take this. I don’t know how to get it up to school.”
I really hadn’t thought this through. Studly did have a point. “Well, then, why don’t I just ride it up next weekend, and drop it off then?”
Tom paused, and then smiled.
This would be a nice token, a remembrance, maybe. “I’ll drive up next Saturday, and take you to get a license. I can pay for the insurance.”
Tom leaned forward, and kissed me. “Thanks. I’ll see you in a week, then.”
I smiled, watching his beautiful ass as he walked out of the garage. He seemed to walk taller, more confidently. I wondered why.
* * *
I sat on my porch that next morning, watching Tom’s family rush in and out of the house hurriedly, as if a frenzy of activity would insulate them from the emotion of the moment. As they finally loaded into the car, Tom looked across at me before getting in, and lifted his fingers to his lips. I didn’t want to burden him by showing my longing, my sorrow. I lifted my fingers to my lips, and blew him a soft kiss. He ducked into the car, and was gone.
I stood, and walked into the garage, staring at my motorcycle, the one thing I had left that we’d shared. I got on, and drove off. There was something about the wind whistling past me, catching in my helmet, which calmed me. I turned away from the direction Tom’s car went. Maybe it was for the best that he was gone. Maybe I should use this as a point of departure in my life. He was so young, and had his whole life ahead of him. Who am I to impose on that? I leaned back in my seat slightly, thinking about Tom’s arms around my stomach, his hard body pressing against my back, but now, there was nobody behind me. I sighed, and raced forward.
* * *
The next week was sobering. I returned to my routine; reading club, hospital auxiliary meetings, morning coffee with a good book. I certainly didn’t set out to become a Stepford wife, but that certainly seemed like where I was headed. The silence was louder without Tom. I took a ride one afternoon, and decided to stop for lunch at a local hotel. I grabbed a newspaper, and noticed a large grand piano in the corner of the room. The waiter approached, and offered water.
“Say, do you mind if I play that piano over there?”
The waiter paused. “Well, nobody’s around for lunch anyway. Are you any good?”
“I used to play, in college.”
“Sure, go ahead. If my boss has any problem with it, I’ll let you know, slowly,” the waiter smiled.
I stood, and walked over to the piano. It was an older seven-foot grand. I ran my hand along the smooth side. As I sighed to myself, I sat down, and began playing “The Shadow of Your Smile.” I’d learned that in college, when I was getting over a breakup. I closed my eyes as my heart swelled, and I was back in college again, musing over David. It felt good to be young again.
“Hey, that’s not bad.” It was the waiter.
I looked up, and mouthed “Thanks.”
“I checked with the boss. He said you could stop in anytime during lunch, if you want.”
And that was that. I’d scored my first gig since college. It didn’t pay, but the piano was a good one, so it was worth it. I really did need this piano. It was a part of me I’d set aside, part of the authentic self that a Stepford wife loses.
I played for about an hour, and got a free lunch out of it. All in all, not bad for a rank amateur.
I played at first every few days. I’d forgotten how my piano moved me. Funny how life has a way of insulating you from yourself. I’d eat my free lunch, and then ride home, thinking about Tom. Finally, though, it seemed like there was some movement, some direction in my life. And, what’s better, tomorrow was Saturday.
* * *
I got up early. Glen had already gone back to work. I wondered if I had any attraction for him at all, now that we couldn’t have a family. The sun poured in the window, and I forgot about Glen. The morning was just too beautiful, and I had things to do. I stopped once I got inside my closet. A dress was out, but the old cutoffs and t-shirt was too informal. I hadn’t seen Tom in a week. I wanted him to know I missed him. I decided on my college favorite, jeans and a starched blue oxford button-down. And, maybe some heels. I’d just bought some stretch jeans, so I decided to try them. I went to my dresser, and sifted through my underwear. I discovered a maroon cupless bra that Glen had bought me while we were still trying for a family. I’d never worn it, but today seemed as good a day as any, and I slipped it on and walked over to the mirror. My, this was good. I found a matching maroon g-string, and slipped it on. Nobody could resist this.
I put my sneakers on, and grabbed my heels and put them in the storage compartment of my bike. It was a cool, sunny morning; just perfect for a ride. I rode off, my heart beating a bit faster than normal. The morning smelled of dew and leaves. It felt like hope. The hour-long ride to Tom’s college was invigorating. My heart swelled as I approached the college. Time hadn’t dampened my feelings after all.
I called Tom on his cell phone as I waited in the lobby of the dorm. He walked down the hall, confident. As I stood, I noticed his head was held higher than I remembered. He approached, and stopped, staring into my eyes. Suddenly, his arms enveloped me, drawing me against his body. Tom continued to stare into my eyes, as his lips approached mine. His kiss was deep, and insistent. As a warmth slid down my chest, I felt myself disappearing into him.
Tom grabbed my hand, and led me outside. “Can we take a walk?”
I smiled, “Of course.” And we did. We walked slowly, hand-in-hand, the way I’d remembered doing when I was in college. Tom showed me the liberal arts building, where he took most of his freshman classes, and the math building, where he’d taken a calculus class that he said he loved. I watched as he explained, the muscles in his face more taut, more intense than before. I remembered my freshman year, the rush of possibility and assurance it brought. I couldn’t deny this to Tom. He stopped, suddenly, and pulled me against him, his hands slowly sliding along my back. Silently, he drew me toward him, suddenly cradling the back of my neck in his hand. Our lips parted, and met, our tongues caressing, exploring. His face fell into mine, as my hands felt his sinewy back. I let out a deep sigh. I felt safe.
Tom broke our kiss. “I want to take you to lunch, and I know just the place. It’s just up the street here.” He grabbed my hand, and walked quickly up the hill, onto the main street, dragging me across without looking at traffic. I trotted behind him, glancing either way, and we walked into a dark brick building. It was a small deli, in the basement of the building. It had no windows, and few lights. We approached a counter as we walked in.
“Two lox and cream cheese on rye, and two cokes,” Tom announced to the attendant. “I want you to try this. It’s my new fave.” Before I could get my money out of my pocket, Tom presented a card to the attendant. “I’m getting this. This is my treat.”
We walked over to a small booth against the wall, and I slid in first, Tom sliding in next to me. Tom was silent, looking down at his hands clasped together on the table. I put my hand over his.
“I missed you, Christine.”
“I missed you too, Tom.” I paused. “But I want you to have your own life. This year is important for you to define yourself. I don’t have any business getting in the way of that.”
Tom turned to me, silent, his brow furrowing. “If I get to have my own life, then I get to make my own choices, right?”
“Yes.”
Tom looked at me, as if taking stock. “I know you don’t want to interfere, and I appreciate that. It means you think outside yourself.”
A waiter set our meals on the table.
“But I get to make my own choices now, and I want you in my life. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.”
I squeezed his hands. “Tom, that’s sweet of you to say, but…”
“Tell me you haven’t. Tell me you haven’t been thinking of me.”
I pursed my lips into a smile, and turned toward him. “Tom, you will never be far from my thoughts.”
Tom turned toward me, leaned in slowly, and whispered, “I’ll never be far from you.” He kissed my cheek lightly, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Well, I’m glad we decided you’ll stalk me for the rest of my days”
“Shut up!” Tom slapped my upper arm playfully. “You know what I mean. You’re Gillette.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve heard the commercial. ‘The best a man can get.’ That’s why I want you in my life.”
I paused. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this was a bit scary. I don’t want to set the poor boy up for disappointment. “Tom, I’m not saying we need to break up. I’m just saying that it’s okay for you to do your own thing, meet other people, other women, and find yourself.”
“I know what you’re saying. You’re about the hundredth person who’s said it. I really get it. What nobody seems to understand is that after I find myself, I need choose based on what I find.”
Tom stopped, the silence hanging heavily over us. “I’m not breaking up with you, Tom. I’m just setting you free to meet other people. Does that make sense?”
“I said I understand, and I mean it. I also said I want you in my life, and I mean that, too.”
“Alright, meany,” I said as I sipped the last of my coke. “Let’s go for a ride.”
We walked quickly back to the dorm, and I changed out of my heels, into my sneakers, and slid onto the bike, handing Tom his helmet.
“Don’t I get to drive?”
“Not yet, Chumley. You need a license.”
Tom smirked, and reached into his pocket, quickly opening a wallet and flashing his license. “Why do you think I don’t have one?”
I had to smile at this stab at maturity. “So, you rode the bus and took the test on your own? I’m impressed. Can I drive it just one last time, before I give up my baby?”
“Alright, if you have to,” Tom smirked.
He slid behind me, and I sighed to myself, feeling that hard body in back of me again. I wondered how many times I would feel it after this. I drove off, settling back into Tom, and riding wherever the wind took me. We were out of town quickly, and I found a winding two-lane back road that was perfect for cycling. As we pulled onto it, I felt Tom wrap his arms around my stomach, and pull himself into me. I felt his beautiful cock against my backside, swelling slowly. As I turned this way and that, he would slide sideways against me, his cock sliding over my ass. I began to feel my nipples harden. As we came onto a straight stretch, Tom pointed out a dirt road and motioned for me to turn onto it. I slowed, and turned onto the road, little more than a dirt path. Tom ground himself against me, and I realized what he wanted. I took a deep breath, and drove, slowly, his body bouncing against mine, until I pulled into a small clearing just off the road.
I pulled my helmet off. Tom had already dropped his on the ground. He grabbed me suddenly, pulling me back into him. He kissed the side of my neck hungrily, his hands sliding over my stomach, and onto my chest. A bolt of electricity shot through me as he pinched both my nipples through my shirt, and then began to unbutton me. I moaned softly, laying my head back, onto his shoulder. He pushed my head to the side, toward him, and kissed me voraciously, sucking hard on my tongue. My shirt was unbuttoned completely now, and Tom slid his hands over me quickly, warming me, as if I were a stick he were rubbing to start a fire. I unbuttoned my jeans. His hands darted down, sliding quickly over my pussy, and inside, pumping me slowly, my pussy making a soft squishing sound with its wetness. I was lost. I was taken. This was new.
I broke our kiss, and hopped off the motorcycle, sliding my shirt off my shoulders silently, watching him watch me. I slid my pants down, and my shoes off, leaving me in my bra and panties. I reached over to him, and slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head, and slowly ran my fingers down that delicious chest, feeling every curve. Tom unbuttoned his jeans, and hopped off the motorcycle, kicking his jeans aside. He wore no underwear – maybe that was how bachelors did things – and his beautiful cock flopped out, standing straight out before me. Instinctively, I knelt in front of him, grabbing him with both hands, and slowly licking the tip of his cock. He grabbed my head, forcefully, and shoved his cock into my mouth. It quickly pushed against my throat. It was so big! I tried to open my throat, to accommodate it, but I could only take about half of it. Such problems. I kept hold of his cock, pumping it with my hand as I sucked hard, Tom pushing my head back and forth. I didn’t do this often. It seemed silly; what gratification was in it for me? This was different, somehow. As I looked up and watched Tom lean back and moan loudly, I realized that I wanted Tom more than I had wanted anyone, and I was more than willing to submit to him, if it deepened our bond.
Tom’s eruption jolted me out of my reverie, and I quickly swallowed as much of his seed as I could. He pumped hard, and I felt the air swirl against my swollen pussy. He slowed, and I stood, taking Tom’s hand and leading him over to the motorcycle. I straddled it slowly, facing the back, and pulled him on. I pushed his shoulders down gently, and Tom sat. I approached him, his cock still throbbing between us, as I grabbed it, and guided it into me. I lowered myself slowly, closing my eyes at the throbbing warmth that radiated from inside me, swelling quickly. I ground myself onto him, taking him completely, and taking his head in my hands, my heart racing. Tom took my head similarly, and we devoured each other as I slowly raised and lowered myself onto him.
There are rare times in my life when I am so completely absorbed in activity that I lose track of time and any sense of my surroundings. This was one of those times. I was no longer in a clearing on the side of the road. It wasn’t Saturday. It was just this beautiful specimen of a man grinding himself into me, and me, wishing I could swallow him whole. I felt the warmth in my stomach swell outward, and a jolt as Tom grazed my g-spot inadvertently. He grabbed my breasts, and flicked his tongue over my nipples, and waves quickly swelled inside me, washing down, over me, and over him. They quickly grew, and came faster, and then merged. I screamed as I felt my body ripped out of me, and enmeshed with Tom. And I swear, all I could think of was dancing. At that moment, all I wanted was to dance with him, forever.
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