My Real (6 page)

I can feel his hard length rubbing on my inner thigh as he pumps his fingers inside me. He pulls them out, shifts above me, then pushes his soft head barely inside and pauses to look me in the eyes. I wiggle beneath him not able to wait anymore. He pushes in with one quick thrust. I gasp at the moment of pain, and Andrew freezes.

“Are you okay?” Andrew asks with worry in his eyes.

“Yes. It just stung for a second. Keep going.” I answer averting his gaze.

He slowly starts pumping in and out again picking up the rhythm. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. It isn’t enough.

“Faster Andrew,” I cry, wanting so much more.

Andrew picks up the pace quickly and is soon rocking harder and harder into me.

Still not going fast enough, I push him off of me and roll on top. Straddling him, I slowly rise and even more slowly lower myself onto him. He lets out a low groan at the feeling. I continue my up and down motion at a much slower rate than I’d like but, I’m returning the favor and teasing him now.

“I thought you wanted me to go faster?” He said thrusting his hips up in one quick motion meeting me which elicits a moan out of me.

“I did. But you’re right, teasing you is very fun.” I rise again hovering over him but not touching him at all. I lean in and gently kiss his lips.

“Listen woman, you’re killing me here,” he says reaching between us and directing himself into me as he pulls down on my hips.

We quickly find a rhythm, me riding him while he slams up into me. I can’t go fast enough. He reaches up and squeezes my breasts, pulling my nipples sharply.

“You are so fucking beautiful. You feel so tight that I’m not going to last much longer.” He straightens and his fingers find my center and start to rub it quickly. “That’s it baby. Come with me.”

I moan and can feel myself get tighter around him. At the peak of my orgasm I cry, “Oh God Andrew. Yes.”

I lay on top of him for a few minutes, both of us catching our breath. It starts to drizzle while we lie in the grass. “That was amazing Andrew.”

He looks up at me with a smile on his face and kisses my nose. “Yes, yes it was,” he answers.

“We have to do that again sometime,” I grin.

“As many times as you want,” he answers seriously.

I give off a shiver from the now steady rain, Andrew stands and helps me up from the grass. “Let’s go warm up in the hot tub.” We collect our clothes and walk over to his deck.

I just had sex, outside, and now I’m walking across his lawn, buck naked. Hello wild and crazy Bailey!

Andrew takes the cover off the hot tub and helps me get in. It is a cloudy, rainy night but nothing could damper my mood.

“So,” he says with a sexy smile.

“So. That is very out of the norm for me. I’m a little embarrassed,” I say looking down at my hands. Andrew moves next to me and wraps his arms around my shoulders pulling me against his chest.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m not kidding when I say that it was amazing.”

“I tried something like that once with Dave. I bought a dozen roses and put them in our tub and all over the floor in the bathroom then sprinkled them throughout the bedroom to the front door. He saw them as soon as he opened the front door and was yelling about the mess all the way up the stairs. When he came into the bathroom he yelled at me for having such a stupid idea because the rose petals would clog the tub and he’d have to call a plumber. He screamed at me the whole time I got out of the tub, got dressed, and picked them up. Needless to say, I now hate roses,” I laugh with little humor.

“I always knew that man was an asshole,” Andrew reacts with anger. “I can’t believe he had a sexy woman like you offering herself up like that and all he was concerned with was the plumbing.” He shakes his head in disgust.

I don’t want him getting upset over Dave, it isn’t worth it.

“Maybe I’ll have to try that trick again sometime then,” I smile at him imagining the look on his face if he walked in on me in a bathtub, covered in bubbles. That’s something I’d love to see.

“What did you mean when you said it’s been too long?” Andrew asks quietly.

I can’t tell him. How can I confess that Dave stopped sleeping with me ages ago? How could I explain to this amazing man that my own husband found me less than desirable?

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Andrew says pulling me in tighter to his chest.

I pause for another second. “Dave stopped sleeping with over a year ago. He told me when he asked for the divorce that I wasn’t desirable anymore,” I barely say out loud.

“He’s crazy. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Andrew turns me around and kisses me sweetly.

We spend the next hour in the hot tub talking about our failed marriages, and our lives now. It was the most mature conversation I’ve had with a male in a long time, probably since college when Andrew and I sat and talked for hours.

When we are thoroughly pruned, Andrew stands up and grabs a towel to wrap around me.

“Go on in. I’ll go get our clothes and throw them in the dryer. There is a bathrobe hanging on my bathroom door upstairs that you can wear until your clothes dry.”

I turn to walk away and Andrew grabs my hand. He pulls me closer and kisses my palm, smiles, and walks away. Blushing, I find my way to the bathroom. I comb my hair out with the brush sitting on the sink then wrap myself in his bathrobe. I snuggle into the robe and bring it up to my nose. I breathe in his woodsy smell and smile. Through the bathroom door I can hear Andrew opening drawers. I give him a minute to get some clothes on then walk into his bedroom. It is a very masculine room. He has a beautiful king size mahogany sleigh bed. The walls are all painted white but the deep burgundy comforter gives the room some color. There is nothing on the walls and very little sitting out on the dresser. He did say he just moved here a few months ago, maybe he hasn’t gotten to this room yet.

“I can pull out some food if you’re hungry,” Andrew offers when he hears me walk into the room.

“I’m not,” I say, shaking my head.

Andrew walks back over and pulls out a T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants from his top drawer. “They’re going to be way too big on you but you’ll be comfortable.” Handing me the pajamas, he then turns around and gives me a second to put them on. He goes to the bed to pull the covers down then climbs in. When I am dressed, I take a step closer to him looking down, blushing. He pats the bed next to him with a grin. I climb in and cuddle into his chest.

“Yet another thing I’ve never done before,” I admit quietly. I should start a list.

“What’s that?” he asks brushing his hands through my wet hair.

“Sleeping over. Then again, this is only my second first date,” I say. I flip over and put my chin on his chest, looking him in the eyes. “I guess this isn’t even a first date. We didn’t come together.” I’m rambling again. I need to stop.

“Nope, not a first date. For our first date, I will pick you up, wine and dine you, and maybe even a movie. Real classy stuff,” Andrew informs me.

“What makes you think I’m going to go out with you? Maybe I got what I wanted,” I joke.

“Oh, we’re going out. You can count on that!”

We talk until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. I hear Andrew’s breathing even out and I know he’s asleep.

“Good night Andrew,” I whisper into the night.

I wake up with the sun shining in my eyes. There is a heavy arm across my chest. It takes me a minute to figure out where I am, and then I remember last night. The most perfect night of my life. I am pleasantly sore, well, everywhere.

I open my eyes to see Andrew staring at me. I smile up at him and cuddle into his chest.

“Good morning beautiful,” Andrew whispers into my ear before he starts nibbling on it. I can already feel my nipples getting hard.

The doorbell rings, interrupting what I was hoping was going to be another round of fun.

“Who the hell could be here this early in the morning?” Andrew asks as he climbs out of bed with a huff.

We then hear the front door open up and a woman yell out. “Andrew, where are you? I know you’re here. Your truck is in the driveway.”

I know that voice. I shoot straight up yanking the sheet around my naked body. I hear footsteps up the stairs.

“Andrew!” I whisper angrily pointing at the door. “She’s coming up here.”

“Jessica, stop,” Andrew yells as the doorknob to the bedroom starts to turn. He jumps around the bed and slams the door shut just as it starts opening. “Go down stairs Jessica. I’ll be down in a second,” he yells to her and whispers to me, “toss me those sweatpants, please.”

You’ve got to be f-ing kidding me!
I grab the sweatpants sitting at the bottom of the bed and pitch them at his head. He quickly puts them on and is out the door. I jump out of bed and quickly get dressed in last night’s clothing.

Is he still with her? Did he lie to me last night? Why is she here? What have I done?

In the middle of berating myself for what could be the stupidest decision of my life, the door starts to open again. My heart beats out of my chest, and I want to crawl in a hole and die. In walks the most adorable little girl I have ever seen. Her strawberry blond hair is up in a lopsided ponytail. Her eyes are a striking green, and she has a cute little button nose.

He has a daughter. She has his green eyes, and Jessica’s curls.

“Who are you?” she asks me in quiet little voice I almost don’t hear.

“My name is Bailey, what’s yours?” I ask her in a like whisper.

“Emerson. Why are you here?” she asks.

Shit! This is bad.

“
I’m friends with your daddy,” I answer.

“Mommy and Daddy are yelling at each other again. It scares me when they fight,” she tells me with tears starting to form in her pretty little eyes.

“Why don’t you hop up here on the bed and I’ll read you a book while we wait for your mommy and daddy to be done talking. Okay?” As a child of divorce myself, I know it’s no picnic when Mom and Dad start in on each other. I have to keep her distracted. She nods her head and starts to climb on the bed with the books she came in holding. I sit next to Emerson and have her explain the pictures to me, so she can’t hear the argument, and I can.

“Jessica, you can’t come barging in my room. You don’t live here,” I hear Andrew yell though the closed door. “Why are you even here? It’s your weekend with Emerson. She’s not even out of her pajamas yet.”

“Something came up, you need to take her. Is there a woman upstairs?” Jessica asks.

“You couldn’t get her dressed before you brought her over?” Andrew questions.

“It takes her forever to get dressed. Now, answer me! Do you have a woman up there?”

“Em. Em. Where are you? Where did Emerson go? Leave Jessica. I’ll call you later,” Andrew says as I hear the door open.

“This is far from over Andrew,” Jessica yells back.

I hear Andrew coming up the stairs. He comes in the bedroom door as the front door slams shut, rattling the pictures on the wall.

“Keep reading, Emerson. I’m going to talk to your Daddy,” I say as I pull Andrew into the bathroom.

“Start talking Andrew! What the heck is going on?” I say as I start pacing in the small bathroom. “You know what; I don’t want to hear it. I’m leaving.” I turn to leave but Andrew puts his hand on my shoulder stopping me.

“Bailey, please wait. I’ll explain everything to you.” He turns me around to face him. “I promise. Just don’t leave. Go for a walk with us,” he pleads then walks out of the bathroom.

I don’t say anything. I can’t. I can’t believe this is happening to me again.

This can’t be happening. Of course Jessica would pick today to drop Emerson off early. I don’t really know why I’m surprised.

“Are we walking to the park Daddy?” Emerson asks me as I walk her to her room.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Why was that lady in your room?” Emerson asks. Ah, shit. I pull out an outfit trying to come up with something to tell her. Handing Em the outfit, I answer simply, “She’s a friend of mine.”

“Yeah, that’s what she said.” She starts humming to herself while she finishes getting herself dressed.