Office Politic: Part Four
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By Tracy Ames
Published on December 1, 2009
“I normally try to keep at least two pair sets of fully ironed outfits in my closet at any given time. You can’t be too careful,” said the very handsome yet equally dull brother sitting across the dinner table from Paula.
“No, you can’t be too careful,” She said with a forced smile. How the hell did it come to this? Paula pondered.
“I travel two weeks out of the month so I’m always looking for ways to use my time more efficiently…”
Why is he still talking? Has he always been this dry? Paula asked herself as she stared on blankly. Funny, but I don’t remember him being this dry. Damn, I have to be more careful who I give my phone number to. This is brutal. Just keep nodding girl, he’ll stop talking eventually. This is what happens when I try to act grown. I should’ve stayed home and baked cookies with Charlie and Sarah, but no! Now I’m stuck in this half baked shit pie. “You don’t say?” she blinked away tears of regret over the brim of her wine glass. I wonder how many glasses of wine it will take before this guy becomes interesting; one down and a half bottle to go.
“Have you ever eaten llama?” Anthony prompted.
Paula’s face wrinkled like a prune. “A llama---like the pack animal?”
“Yeah.”
“No, I can’t say that I have. I don’t think I’d want to.”
“I didn’t have a choice. When you’re hiking in Peru, you take what you can get,” Anthony offered with a shy smile that made his warm brown eyes sparkle. “I normally prefer to wear them on my back rather then eat them off my plate.” He gave a short laugh.
“I suppose so,” Paula chuckled.
Sadly, this was the high point of the evening. Up until then Paula spent of the night drifting from thoughts of Charlie’s face nestled between her thighs to he refusal to sleep with her before she’d left. He’d never denied her. She tried desperately to imagine Anthony in Charlie’s place but his endless chatter made it difficult to concentrate.
“Have you ever been to Peru?” Anthony inquired.
“Unfortunately not, I’ve always wanted to go but…”
“But you didn’t want to travel alone.” He interjected.
Paula tabled her glass and felt her blood go cold. His observation was completely unfounded and damn near rude. “I see nothing wrong with traveling alone. I’ve done it plenty of times...”
Anthony leaned in and lowered his voice. “Paula, I wasn’t imply…”
Paula silenced him with her hand. “I know exactly what you were trying to imply. You think that just because I’m alone, I’m lonely.”
“That’s not what I was saying,”
She reached for her purse and hastily removed two bills. “I’m sorry to disappoint you but you’re wrong, I’m not lonely and I’m definitely not going to sit here and be insulted. Good night.”
Paula called Charlie before she pulled out of the restaurant’s parking lot. “Tonight I wanted to be fucked.”
“You sure have a way of starting a conversation. Can I at least get a hello before you start throwing out orders?”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. The date turned into a disaster. What was I thinking?”
“He didn’t seem half bad,” Charlie said closing his laptop down for the night.
“That’s because you met him very briefly. I was stuck with him for two hours.”
“I’m sorry to hear it didn’t work out,” Charlie dropped his suitcase of the bed. “Are you coming over?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way home to pick up my bags and a spare laptop. You left your dress blues hanging in the closet. Do you need me to bring them?”
“I thought I left those over there. Yeah bring them with you. Grab my shoe shine kit while you’re at it. It’s on my nightstand.”
“No, it’s in your guest bedroom where you left it the other morning when you were getting dressed. Why did you get dressed in the guestroom?” Paula asked pulling the car into her garage, completely glossing over Charlie’s comment.
“I didn’t wanna wake you.”
Paula get out, walked in the house and then it hit her. “Whoa! Your nightstand? Since when have you begun claiming my furniture?”
“Paula, we may not be a couple but there’s no denying we share more things than we don’t.”
“That’s not true.”
“Woman, are you blind?” Charlie said taken aback. “You have your own access card to my apartment complexes front gate, you have a key to my apartment, and we split time between our residents. And, to top it off, who does my mom call if she can’t reach me? I know you inside and outside, Paula. We need to stop kidding ourselves.”
Charlie’s word took her breath away. She was his in all but name. “You’re my friend and my Mr. Fix-it, of course we’re close.”
“Your Mr. Fix-it,” he laughed. “I’m more than your Mr. Fix-it.”
Mentally, Paula began looking for her running shoes. Whenever faced with commitment, she’d lace up and run as fast as she could. But this time she couldn’t find them. Sex was purely physical but commitment meant sticking around and giving up control. “You are more than my Mr. Fix-it. You’re my friend.”
Fine,” Charlie conceded. He knew the conversation was headed for a dead end. “I’m gonna finish packing and take a shower. Let yourself in.”
Paula stood winded, one hand resting on her stomach. She hung up the phone….Charlie had seen through her. Damnit, where are my shoes?
******
Paula dropped her bags beside Charlie’s near the front door and quietly removed his key from her key ring and placed it on the table. Between her house and his, she’d decided to end their relationship before either of them could be hurt. Charlie was right; he was more to her than a Mr. Fix-it or a friend. Unlike her other conquest, she felt guilty about using him. Charlie had no agenda, no set expectations, no wants or no needs. It had taken her a while but she’d realized she’d offered him the same.
Silently, Paula climbed into bed beside Charlie now fast asleep. She turned her back to him. He rolled over and took her into his arms, knowing on some level this might be his last time. Minutes passed as their lie in silence, hoping the other garnered the courage to speak.
“Tell me about your ex-husband,” Charlie’s said his accent was thick as Alaga syrup. He needed to ease the emotional tension between them and getting her to emote was the best method.
Paula exhaled noisily. “Do we have to talk about him right now?”
“Yes. I don’t think you talk about him because….”
“Don’t say it,” she cut him off and she went rigid under his hold. “I’m not in love with him.”
“You know you’re not in love it with him,” he voice was calm. “You don’t talk about him because you don’t have anyone to confide in. You don’t let your guard down.”
“I have with you.” She heard herself says before she could check her words.
Charlie chose not to reply.
“I stayed with him because I was afraid of not being able to support myself and he knew it. He held it over my head. I was forced to keep up the appearance of a happy marriage and in return he paid for me to attend school and managed our life.”
“But it really wasn’t your life, was it?”
“No it wasn’t. The longer I stayed, the more I cheapened I felt. We were two people stuck together in a sinking ship and neither one of us knew how to get out. I felt like I was dying inside,” her voice shallow. “I used to get in my car at night and drive to the nearest dark parking lot and cry and cry until I was empty inside—until I didn’t care anymore. And then I’d pray that when I returned home he would do his business and leave me to suffer in silence.”
“You were trapped.”
“We were trapped. He didn’t want to be married either but his was a devout Catholic so divorce, as far as he saw it, wasn’t an option. Our relationship was hollow but we tried to make the best of a horrible situation. I have to admit when he filed for divorce, I was hurt and afraid because he’d always been there to share my misery and take care of me financially,” she shook her head. “I’ve dreaded being dependant on anyone since then.”
**UPDATED**
Office Politics: Part Four
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Office Politics: Part Four
Paula, a new employee at the Department of Defense, has a kill in her cross-hairs. Charles, a God in uniform has pledged to have her calling him Daddy by the end of the night....
Office Politic: Part Four
“I normally try to keep at least two pair sets of fully ironed outfits in my closet at any given time. You can’t be too careful,” said the very handsome yet equally dull brother sitting across the dinner table from Paula.
“No, you can’t be too careful,” She said with a forced smile. How the hell did it come to this? Paula pondered.
“I travel two weeks out of the month so I’m always looking for ways to use my time more efficiently…”
Why is he still talking? Has he always been this dry? Paula asked herself as she stared on blankly. Funny, but I don’t remember him being this dry. Damn, I have to be more careful who I give my phone number to. This is brutal. Just keep nodding girl, he’ll stop talking eventually. This is what happens when I try to act grown. I should’ve stayed home and baked cookies with Charlie and Sarah, but no! Now I’m stuck in this half baked shit pie. “You don’t say?” she blinked away tears of regret over the brim of her wine glass. I wonder how many glasses of wine it will take before this guy becomes interesting; one down and a half bottle to go.
“Have you ever eaten llama?” Anthony prompted.
Paula’s face wrinkled like a prune. “A llama---like the pack animal?”
“Yeah.”
“No, I can’t say that I have. I don’t think I’d want to.”
“I didn’t have a choice. When you’re hiking in Peru, you take what you can get,” Anthony offered with a shy smile that made his warm brown eyes sparkle. “I normally prefer to wear them on my back rather then eat them off my plate.” He gave a short laugh.
“I suppose so,” Paula chuckled.
Sadly, this was the high point of the evening. Up until then Paula spent of the night drifting from thoughts of Charlie’s face nestled between her thighs to he refusal to sleep with her before she’d left. He’d never denied her. She tried desperately to imagine Anthony in Charlie’s place but his endless chatter made it difficult to concentrate.
“Have you ever been to Peru?” Anthony inquired.
“Unfortunately not, I’ve always wanted to go but…”
“But you didn’t want to travel alone.” He interjected.
Paula tabled her glass and felt her blood go cold. His observation was completely unfounded and damn near rude. “I see nothing wrong with traveling alone. I’ve done it plenty of times...”
Anthony leaned in and lowered his voice. “Paula, I wasn’t imply…”
Paula silenced him with her hand. “I know exactly what you were trying to imply. You think that just because I’m alone, I’m lonely.”
“That’s not what I was saying,”
She reached for her purse and hastily removed two bills. “I’m sorry to disappoint you but you’re wrong, I’m not lonely and I’m definitely not going to sit here and be insulted. Good night.”
Paula called Charlie before she pulled out of the restaurant’s parking lot. “Tonight I wanted to be fucked.”
“You sure have a way of starting a conversation. Can I at least get a hello before you start throwing out orders?”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. The date turned into a disaster. What was I thinking?”
“He didn’t seem half bad,” Charlie said closing his laptop down for the night.
“That’s because you met him very briefly. I was stuck with him for two hours.”
“I’m sorry to hear it didn’t work out,” Charlie dropped his suitcase of the bed. “Are you coming over?”
“Yeah, I’m on my way home to pick up my bags and a spare laptop. You left your dress blues hanging in the closet. Do you need me to bring them?”
“I thought I left those over there. Yeah bring them with you. Grab my shoe shine kit while you’re at it. It’s on my nightstand.”
“No, it’s in your guest bedroom where you left it the other morning when you were getting dressed. Why did you get dressed in the guestroom?” Paula asked pulling the car into her garage, completely glossing over Charlie’s comment.
“I didn’t wanna wake you.”
Paula get out, walked in the house and then it hit her. “Whoa! Your nightstand? Since when have you begun claiming my furniture?”
“Paula, we may not be a couple but there’s no denying we share more things than we don’t.”
“That’s not true.”
“Woman, are you blind?” Charlie said taken aback. “You have your own access card to my apartment complexes front gate, you have a key to my apartment, and we split time between our residents. And, to top it off, who does my mom call if she can’t reach me? I know you inside and outside, Paula. We need to stop kidding ourselves.”
Charlie’s word took her breath away. She was his in all but name. “You’re my friend and my Mr. Fix-it, of course we’re close.”
“Your Mr. Fix-it,” he laughed. “I’m more than your Mr. Fix-it.”
Mentally, Paula began looking for her running shoes. Whenever faced with commitment, she’d lace up and run as fast as she could. But this time she couldn’t find them. Sex was purely physical but commitment meant sticking around and giving up control. “You are more than my Mr. Fix-it. You’re my friend.”
Fine,” Charlie conceded. He knew the conversation was headed for a dead end. “I’m gonna finish packing and take a shower. Let yourself in.”
Paula stood winded, one hand resting on her stomach. She hung up the phone….Charlie had seen through her. Damnit, where are my shoes?
******
Paula dropped her bags beside Charlie’s near the front door and quietly removed his key from her key ring and placed it on the table. Between her house and his, she’d decided to end their relationship before either of them could be hurt. Charlie was right; he was more to her than a Mr. Fix-it or a friend. Unlike her other conquest, she felt guilty about using him. Charlie had no agenda, no set expectations, no wants or no needs. It had taken her a while but she’d realized she’d offered him the same.
Silently, Paula climbed into bed beside Charlie now fast asleep. She turned her back to him. He rolled over and took her into his arms, knowing on some level this might be his last time. Minutes passed as their lie in silence, hoping the other garnered the courage to speak.
“Tell me about your ex-husband,” Charlie’s said his accent was thick as Alaga syrup. He needed to ease the emotional tension between them and getting her to emote was the best method.
Paula exhaled noisily. “Do we have to talk about him right now?”
“Yes. I don’t think you talk about him because….”
“Don’t say it,” she cut him off and she went rigid under his hold. “I’m not in love with him.”
“You know you’re not in love it with him,” he voice was calm. “You don’t talk about him because you don’t have anyone to confide in. You don’t let your guard down.”
“I have with you.” She heard herself says before she could check her words.
Charlie chose not to reply.
“I stayed with him because I was afraid of not being able to support myself and he knew it. He held it over my head. I was forced to keep up the appearance of a happy marriage and in return he paid for me to attend school and managed our life.”
“But it really wasn’t your life, was it?”
“No it wasn’t. The longer I stayed, the more I cheapened I felt. We were two people stuck together in a sinking ship and neither one of us knew how to get out. I felt like I was dying inside,” her voice shallow. “I used to get in my car at night and drive to the nearest dark parking lot and cry and cry until I was empty inside—until I didn’t care anymore. And then I’d pray that when I returned home he would do his business and leave me to suffer in silence.”
“You were trapped.”
“We were trapped. He didn’t want to be married either but his was a devout Catholic so divorce, as far as he saw it, wasn’t an option. Our relationship was hollow but we tried to make the best of a horrible situation. I have to admit when he filed for divorce, I was hurt and afraid because he’d always been there to share my misery and take care of me financially,” she shook her head. “I’ve dreaded being dependant on anyone since then.”
Office Politic: Part Four
“Did he ever…you know…hurt you?”
“You mean in bed?” Paula gave a short snort.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that question.” Charlie suddenly filled with regret.
“I can’t say for certain. I love it when we play rough in bed but Derek went too far. He was well endowed and he’d try to tame me with it. Like it was my fault we were in our situation. He wasn’t attentive like you. He got off on having me beg him to stop but the more I screamed and told him he was hurting me, the more excited he’d become. The more I struggled to control my orgasms, the harder he would fuck me. I can’t control my orgasms…of course I would cum.”
“You can control your orgasms,” Charlie said softly, easing his wet finger from her pussy and brushing it across her lips. “You taste that? I’ve been fingering you since we began talking and you haven’t had an orgasm.”
“Oh goodness,” she said now aware of her wetness. “What are you doing to me?”
He turned Paula onto her back and kissed her carefully. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want to be done. What happened with your ex-husband was unfortunate, we all make mistakes,” he kissed her again. “Forgive yourself for making a bad decision and remember the lesson you learned but don’t become bitter.”
“Do you think I’m bitter?” Paula guided his hand between her legs.
Charlie stopped his hand at her navel. “No, I don’t think you’re bitter but you go into situations looking for a way out. Your date tonight was a perfect example. He was an alright kinda guy but he never stood a chance.”
“He was boring and self-centered and he insulted me.”
“What did he say?”
“He assumed that I was lonely just because I was single.” Paula tried forcing his hand lower, to no avail.
“Is that what he said or was that the way you heard it? Did he explain himself?”
Paula thought for a moment and felt a wave of shame wash over her. She’d over reacted with Anthony. Up until that point, he’d been a gentlemen…boring but still a gentlemen. She’d looked for a reason to leave Anthony. “Why are you coming to his defense?”
“I’m not. I don’t wanna end up in his shoes,” Charlie proclaimed sincerely. “I don’t want you looking for a reason to walk out on me.”
“I came over tonight to break things off with you.” Paula said passed the lump in her throat.
“I saw it coming. Once we started getting closer, I knew you’d run the other direction.”
“I don’t mean to run. Hell, I don’t want to run. I like what we have, Charlie. But you said it yourself, having a serious relationship would be an unnecessary strain.”
“I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t feel any strain with you, Paula. More than anything, I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t want a relationship…” Charlie stopped short.
“And,” Paula prompted him.
“Did you ask yourself why I didn’t sleep with you before you left this evening?” He placed his hand between her legs and slowly played in the shallows of her wetness.
Paula swallowed. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
“I didn’t sleep with you because if I had it would’ve been for selfish reasons,” he lowered his lips to hers. “I wanted you to be thinking about me while you were with him. I want your pussy to tingle when you thought of me inside of you,” he sucked her bottom lip gently. “I wanted you to shiver when you thought of me making you cum with my tongue.” He stopped. He could feel Paula willing him to finger fuck her with a vengeance. His breathing quickened as his fear of rejection mounted. “I’m sorry, Paula. I can’t do this anymore. You came here to break it off---consider it broken.” He rolled over onto his back. His thoughts had been so clear before she arrived but looking at her, hearing her, touching her clouded his judgment.
Frustrated and horny, she sat up. “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this,” confusion fueled her words. “One second we’re having a nice talking about my ex, and then our relationship and then you’re fingering me. So tell me at what point did I piss you off?”
He lay peering up into her unswerving glare. His eyes dawdled on hers until their tension passed. Paula ran her hands through his hair and he closed his eyes.
“I lied to you, Paula. I said I didn’t want a serious relationship, that’s to say I didn’t want one before you came along. Our relationship was supposed to be about “sex” but I’ve changed. Having sex with you and continuing to lie about my feelings doesn’t sit well with me. I feel like a hypocrite. That why I refused to sleep with you before you went out with Anthony. I would have been using you.”
Paula scoffed. “You…using me? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Maybe your memory is failing you but I was the one who initiated this thingy we’re in,” she gave twitchy air quotes. “I told you flat out what I wanted, now that technically that’s not using you because you were ready and willing to jump into the role but still in all…it was a rather bold move on my part.”
“This wasn’t your first time. I’m not your first Mr. Fix-it.”
Paula kissed his lips softly and mouthed into them, “No, you’re not. You’re the first one I’ve cared about.”
“Are you serious?” Charlie said softly, searching Paula’s face. “You’re not just sayin’ this to get in my pants?”
“No,” she smiled down at him. “I like you, a lot. I just didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t think you’d reciprocate the sentiment.”
“Are you sayin’ you’d like to see where this goes?” He gestured between them. “In secret of course.”
Paula bit her bottom lip and release it with a smile. “Yes, I would.
Charlie playfully flipped her onto her back. “You mean to tell me that this white boy from West Virginia has hooked the hottest black women breathing?”
She squirmed under his weight. “Yep! Now what are you going to do with me?”
A shadow of mischief swept Charlie’s face and he rolled out of bed “Hold that thought.” He returned minutes later and blindfolded her from behind.
Um, Chuckles, what are you doing?” Paula asked before being pulled flat on her back. She sense went into overdrive. She heard the rustle of foil and a tap on the night stand and felt the mattress dip. She flinched slightly when Charlie spread her knees apart and sensed him standing over her.
He thumbed her mouth open and spoke with that low panty-dropping drawl. “I’m going to teach you to control your orgasms.”
Paula turned her head in protest. “It can’t be done. I’ve tried all my life.”
“Don’t say that you can’t do it. I’ve proven you can once you focus on something else. This is why I’ve taken away one of your senses—you’ll be forced to compensate,” he opened her mouth again and slide his thickness over the tip of her tongue and used his other hand to cup her mound; it came to life under his control. “And once you’ve jumped that hurdle, I’ll teach you how to masturbate with my cock inside of you.”
Paula’s panting matched her sucking. She was perched and ready to cum. Charlie inserted two fingers inside of her and used his other hand to press down on her mound just above her clit, effectively bringing her orgasms to a whimpering halt. She sucked and lapped at Charlie’s ever hardening cock, hungrily taking more and more until she was filled to brim. His fingers idly dawdled behind her labia keeping her orgasm abate.
“Oh fuck!” Paula moaned pass his cock, her pussy tightened around his finger. Charlie’s chiding hand applied pressure to her mound and she shook to a violent stop. Her hips convulsed with unsated animalistic keening. She was on the verge of near collapse, whining and sucking; resigning herself into his hands, losing a part of herself she desperately want to hold onto--- but damn if he wasn’t persistent and he would have his way. She was his, her orgasm were his. He was in control.
“Very good, sweetie. I knew you could do.” He said watching her pussy flutter and spasm. “Keep sucking.” He took in the glory of his cock being devoured by the woman he was about to fuck senseless. He placed her fingers over her hooded clit. “I want you to rub yourself until you feel yourself cumming, and then I want you to stop and press down until the sensation subsides, you got me?”
Paula barely murmured something akin to “Okay” before Charlie rotated his hand palms up, curved his fingers slightly so that his fingertips stroked her g-spot gently, and he bathed in her grasp. He watched her compliant fingers dance over her clit, her pussy squeezing and squeezing at his fingers while her mouth sucked and sucked.
“Paula, this is what gets me off: making you cum; watching your beautiful body being claimed by an orgasm that I’ve fucked from the darkest recesses of your mind, listening to you moan and scream my name, knowing that no other man will ever be able to satisfy you.”
Paula began to feel her orgasm tremble in her legs, flutter in her stomach and she pressed in the same spot Charlie had, buying another few precious seconds before he’d pull another one from her, sadistically holding it up to her face yet denying her. “God!” she couldn’t suck any longer, she fought for air. The torrent wave building between her thighs was amplified by her loss of sight…all of her senses her heightened. “Fuck me, Charlie.” She pleaded half out of her mind.
“Do you want me inside of you?” he asked with a devilish twinkle. “You wanna feel me deep inside of you?”
“Yeessss, please I’m dying!” Paula huffed.
“Not yet.” Charlie removed his fingers and circled to the end of the bed, and buried himself in her pussy. “I wanna you to cum on my tongue.” His tongue seemed everywhere are once: slurped at her juices, rolling her clit, licking broad stroked along her lips, making Paula cry out to him and grip his head. “Cum, damn you.” He used one hand to expose her clit and the other to finger her, deeply.
Paula screamed out, trying to hold back a bit longer against the intensity of his lapping tongue and pulsing fingers. Abruptly, he pulled his slick fingers from her pussy and slipped one slowly into her asshole and continued to lap at her swollen clit. The battling sensations drove her over the edge and she lost control of all mental competence. “Oh fuck!” she screamed to the rafters.
“Cum for me, Paula,” he growled making her orgasm indescribably sweeter, slower, more forceful and more absolute than any she’d experienced.
She moaned splay, and open to whatever he wanted, allowing him to savor the last of her offerings. “Oh fuck,” she mouthed under her breathe.
Charlie stood, covered himself and settled before her, teasing her labia lips with the tip of his cock. “Do you want the blindfold on or off?”
“On.”
He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and slowly guided himself into her with the other, deeply, without hurry; waiting to feel her accommodate his size. Paula quivered and squirm around his thickness until she was stretched and filled to capacity. She loved that feeling. When she sacrificed herself to him, it was her way of saying, This is what you do to me. This is who you’ve made me. I’m yours.
“Fuck, Paula,” Charlie groaned into the side of her neck, his cock moving steadily in and out, and his muscles taut and aching for release. “You feel so good. I could stay in you all night.”
“Oh shit!” Can I please cum?”
“Hell yeah!! Damn baby!” He gripped the back of her neck and held her close until they both panted with exhaustion. He caught his second wind and excused himself to the bathroom and returned minutes later, falling face first into his pillow.
“Do you still want to teach me how to masturbate with your cock inside of me?” Paula flirted.
Charlie made a stifled reply.
“Can we try it tonight?”
Charlie palmed her head and almost pushed her off the bed. “Take your ass to sleep. We have an early flight.”
Paula settled into the nook of his neck and was half asleep when she remembered, “Babe, are you asleep?”
“I was,”
Paula hesitated a moment too long.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Now that we’re a couple, I have to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
She drew a ragged breath. “I’ve been hurt by cheating men and if you ever cheat on me, I’ll never take you back…no matter how much I love you…I’ll never forgive you.”
Charlie kisses the top of her head. “Paula, if I were ever unfaithful, I wouldn’t ask for your forgiveness. I wouldn’t deserve it.”
Little did he know that the event over the next two years would make him regret his words……
“You mean in bed?” Paula gave a short snort.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that question.” Charlie suddenly filled with regret.
“I can’t say for certain. I love it when we play rough in bed but Derek went too far. He was well endowed and he’d try to tame me with it. Like it was my fault we were in our situation. He wasn’t attentive like you. He got off on having me beg him to stop but the more I screamed and told him he was hurting me, the more excited he’d become. The more I struggled to control my orgasms, the harder he would fuck me. I can’t control my orgasms…of course I would cum.”
“You can control your orgasms,” Charlie said softly, easing his wet finger from her pussy and brushing it across her lips. “You taste that? I’ve been fingering you since we began talking and you haven’t had an orgasm.”
“Oh goodness,” she said now aware of her wetness. “What are you doing to me?”
He turned Paula onto her back and kissed her carefully. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want to be done. What happened with your ex-husband was unfortunate, we all make mistakes,” he kissed her again. “Forgive yourself for making a bad decision and remember the lesson you learned but don’t become bitter.”
“Do you think I’m bitter?” Paula guided his hand between her legs.
Charlie stopped his hand at her navel. “No, I don’t think you’re bitter but you go into situations looking for a way out. Your date tonight was a perfect example. He was an alright kinda guy but he never stood a chance.”
“He was boring and self-centered and he insulted me.”
“What did he say?”
“He assumed that I was lonely just because I was single.” Paula tried forcing his hand lower, to no avail.
“Is that what he said or was that the way you heard it? Did he explain himself?”
Paula thought for a moment and felt a wave of shame wash over her. She’d over reacted with Anthony. Up until that point, he’d been a gentlemen…boring but still a gentlemen. She’d looked for a reason to leave Anthony. “Why are you coming to his defense?”
“I’m not. I don’t wanna end up in his shoes,” Charlie proclaimed sincerely. “I don’t want you looking for a reason to walk out on me.”
“I came over tonight to break things off with you.” Paula said passed the lump in her throat.
“I saw it coming. Once we started getting closer, I knew you’d run the other direction.”
“I don’t mean to run. Hell, I don’t want to run. I like what we have, Charlie. But you said it yourself, having a serious relationship would be an unnecessary strain.”
“I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t feel any strain with you, Paula. More than anything, I was trying to convince myself that I didn’t want a relationship…” Charlie stopped short.
“And,” Paula prompted him.
“Did you ask yourself why I didn’t sleep with you before you left this evening?” He placed his hand between her legs and slowly played in the shallows of her wetness.
Paula swallowed. “The thought had crossed my mind.”
“I didn’t sleep with you because if I had it would’ve been for selfish reasons,” he lowered his lips to hers. “I wanted you to be thinking about me while you were with him. I want your pussy to tingle when you thought of me inside of you,” he sucked her bottom lip gently. “I wanted you to shiver when you thought of me making you cum with my tongue.” He stopped. He could feel Paula willing him to finger fuck her with a vengeance. His breathing quickened as his fear of rejection mounted. “I’m sorry, Paula. I can’t do this anymore. You came here to break it off---consider it broken.” He rolled over onto his back. His thoughts had been so clear before she arrived but looking at her, hearing her, touching her clouded his judgment.
Frustrated and horny, she sat up. “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this,” confusion fueled her words. “One second we’re having a nice talking about my ex, and then our relationship and then you’re fingering me. So tell me at what point did I piss you off?”
He lay peering up into her unswerving glare. His eyes dawdled on hers until their tension passed. Paula ran her hands through his hair and he closed his eyes.
“I lied to you, Paula. I said I didn’t want a serious relationship, that’s to say I didn’t want one before you came along. Our relationship was supposed to be about “sex” but I’ve changed. Having sex with you and continuing to lie about my feelings doesn’t sit well with me. I feel like a hypocrite. That why I refused to sleep with you before you went out with Anthony. I would have been using you.”
Paula scoffed. “You…using me? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Maybe your memory is failing you but I was the one who initiated this thingy we’re in,” she gave twitchy air quotes. “I told you flat out what I wanted, now that technically that’s not using you because you were ready and willing to jump into the role but still in all…it was a rather bold move on my part.”
“This wasn’t your first time. I’m not your first Mr. Fix-it.”
Paula kissed his lips softly and mouthed into them, “No, you’re not. You’re the first one I’ve cared about.”
“Are you serious?” Charlie said softly, searching Paula’s face. “You’re not just sayin’ this to get in my pants?”
“No,” she smiled down at him. “I like you, a lot. I just didn’t want to admit it. I didn’t think you’d reciprocate the sentiment.”
“Are you sayin’ you’d like to see where this goes?” He gestured between them. “In secret of course.”
Paula bit her bottom lip and release it with a smile. “Yes, I would.
Charlie playfully flipped her onto her back. “You mean to tell me that this white boy from West Virginia has hooked the hottest black women breathing?”
She squirmed under his weight. “Yep! Now what are you going to do with me?”
A shadow of mischief swept Charlie’s face and he rolled out of bed “Hold that thought.” He returned minutes later and blindfolded her from behind.
Um, Chuckles, what are you doing?” Paula asked before being pulled flat on her back. She sense went into overdrive. She heard the rustle of foil and a tap on the night stand and felt the mattress dip. She flinched slightly when Charlie spread her knees apart and sensed him standing over her.
He thumbed her mouth open and spoke with that low panty-dropping drawl. “I’m going to teach you to control your orgasms.”
Paula turned her head in protest. “It can’t be done. I’ve tried all my life.”
“Don’t say that you can’t do it. I’ve proven you can once you focus on something else. This is why I’ve taken away one of your senses—you’ll be forced to compensate,” he opened her mouth again and slide his thickness over the tip of her tongue and used his other hand to cup her mound; it came to life under his control. “And once you’ve jumped that hurdle, I’ll teach you how to masturbate with my cock inside of you.”
Paula’s panting matched her sucking. She was perched and ready to cum. Charlie inserted two fingers inside of her and used his other hand to press down on her mound just above her clit, effectively bringing her orgasms to a whimpering halt. She sucked and lapped at Charlie’s ever hardening cock, hungrily taking more and more until she was filled to brim. His fingers idly dawdled behind her labia keeping her orgasm abate.
“Oh fuck!” Paula moaned pass his cock, her pussy tightened around his finger. Charlie’s chiding hand applied pressure to her mound and she shook to a violent stop. Her hips convulsed with unsated animalistic keening. She was on the verge of near collapse, whining and sucking; resigning herself into his hands, losing a part of herself she desperately want to hold onto--- but damn if he wasn’t persistent and he would have his way. She was his, her orgasm were his. He was in control.
“Very good, sweetie. I knew you could do.” He said watching her pussy flutter and spasm. “Keep sucking.” He took in the glory of his cock being devoured by the woman he was about to fuck senseless. He placed her fingers over her hooded clit. “I want you to rub yourself until you feel yourself cumming, and then I want you to stop and press down until the sensation subsides, you got me?”
Paula barely murmured something akin to “Okay” before Charlie rotated his hand palms up, curved his fingers slightly so that his fingertips stroked her g-spot gently, and he bathed in her grasp. He watched her compliant fingers dance over her clit, her pussy squeezing and squeezing at his fingers while her mouth sucked and sucked.
“Paula, this is what gets me off: making you cum; watching your beautiful body being claimed by an orgasm that I’ve fucked from the darkest recesses of your mind, listening to you moan and scream my name, knowing that no other man will ever be able to satisfy you.”
Paula began to feel her orgasm tremble in her legs, flutter in her stomach and she pressed in the same spot Charlie had, buying another few precious seconds before he’d pull another one from her, sadistically holding it up to her face yet denying her. “God!” she couldn’t suck any longer, she fought for air. The torrent wave building between her thighs was amplified by her loss of sight…all of her senses her heightened. “Fuck me, Charlie.” She pleaded half out of her mind.
“Do you want me inside of you?” he asked with a devilish twinkle. “You wanna feel me deep inside of you?”
“Yeessss, please I’m dying!” Paula huffed.
“Not yet.” Charlie removed his fingers and circled to the end of the bed, and buried himself in her pussy. “I wanna you to cum on my tongue.” His tongue seemed everywhere are once: slurped at her juices, rolling her clit, licking broad stroked along her lips, making Paula cry out to him and grip his head. “Cum, damn you.” He used one hand to expose her clit and the other to finger her, deeply.
Paula screamed out, trying to hold back a bit longer against the intensity of his lapping tongue and pulsing fingers. Abruptly, he pulled his slick fingers from her pussy and slipped one slowly into her asshole and continued to lap at her swollen clit. The battling sensations drove her over the edge and she lost control of all mental competence. “Oh fuck!” she screamed to the rafters.
“Cum for me, Paula,” he growled making her orgasm indescribably sweeter, slower, more forceful and more absolute than any she’d experienced.
She moaned splay, and open to whatever he wanted, allowing him to savor the last of her offerings. “Oh fuck,” she mouthed under her breathe.
Charlie stood, covered himself and settled before her, teasing her labia lips with the tip of his cock. “Do you want the blindfold on or off?”
“On.”
He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and slowly guided himself into her with the other, deeply, without hurry; waiting to feel her accommodate his size. Paula quivered and squirm around his thickness until she was stretched and filled to capacity. She loved that feeling. When she sacrificed herself to him, it was her way of saying, This is what you do to me. This is who you’ve made me. I’m yours.
“Fuck, Paula,” Charlie groaned into the side of her neck, his cock moving steadily in and out, and his muscles taut and aching for release. “You feel so good. I could stay in you all night.”
“Oh shit!” Can I please cum?”
“Hell yeah!! Damn baby!” He gripped the back of her neck and held her close until they both panted with exhaustion. He caught his second wind and excused himself to the bathroom and returned minutes later, falling face first into his pillow.
“Do you still want to teach me how to masturbate with your cock inside of me?” Paula flirted.
Charlie made a stifled reply.
“Can we try it tonight?”
Charlie palmed her head and almost pushed her off the bed. “Take your ass to sleep. We have an early flight.”
Paula settled into the nook of his neck and was half asleep when she remembered, “Babe, are you asleep?”
“I was,”
Paula hesitated a moment too long.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Now that we’re a couple, I have to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
She drew a ragged breath. “I’ve been hurt by cheating men and if you ever cheat on me, I’ll never take you back…no matter how much I love you…I’ll never forgive you.”
Charlie kisses the top of her head. “Paula, if I were ever unfaithful, I wouldn’t ask for your forgiveness. I wouldn’t deserve it.”
Little did he know that the event over the next two years would make him regret his words……
Office Politic: Part Four
Charlie and Paula managed to catch an early flight to DC with one of the C-21 pilots headed to Bolling. The privacy of a Learjet was exactly what Charlie needed. He sat staring blankly out of the aircraft’s window the low hum of the engines playing in his ears and Paula resting soundly beside him.
What are you thinking? He took a breath, rest his head against the seat and exhaled. His watch stared back at him. Twenty minutes until their arrival and he’d failed open the lines of communication. Paula is going to flip, he told himself. She’ll dip my balls into a deep fat fryer. Worst off, she’ll feel deceived.
Feeling he’d been deceived her reeked havoc on his conscience. He tried desperately to formulate his words---none came so easily as the truth.
“Babe, I have something to tell you. My mom is Base Commander for Andrews Air Force Base,” Charlie played out the scenario to himself. “Oh, you don’t wanna talk to me again….well figures.” He rubbed his eyes, pretty satisfied that this was the way the impending events would occur.
“We’ve been cleared for landing, sir. Please fasten your seatbelts.” The co-pilot came over the intercom.
Here we go, Charlie signed.
After picking up their rental car and confirming Shawn’s flight for the following day, Charlie and Paula settled into billeting, military lodging. Temporary billeting normally leaned towards Hampton Inn chic however those rooms were reserved for an upcoming graduation ceremony, leaving Charlie and Paula in family quarters which were more along the lines of a three bedroom condo.
Charlie stood buttoning his shirt, dreading the fallout from his next words. “You may want to change.” He advised Paula.
Paula gave her polo and jeans a once over and pouted. “We’re going to meet your mom. It’s not a formal occasion. What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Nothing,” Charlie said looking in the mirror, aligning his shirt buttons to match that of his belt buckle. “There’s nothing wrong with what you’re wearing, but it’s not appropriate,” He bought himself a few seconds with a cough and hurried through his next words. “My mom is the base commander. You might wanna change.”
From the bed Paula launch a travel size bottle of Germx at his back. “Son of a bitch! Why didn’t you tell me your mom is the base commander?”
And the drama begins, he thought as the bottle hit him square in the back. “I was afraid you’d react this way. She’s my mom, Paula.”
“She’s a base commander, Charlie! That’s a bit more than just ‘your mom’!” she went to the closet, returning with a knee length navy charmeuse sheath dress.
“No, please, not a dress,” Charlie took the dress from her hands and walked to the closet. “She’ll rip you apart if she thinks you’re puttin’ on airs.” He gave her a thumbs up when she held up an eggplant layered V-neck cable sweater and slacks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before hand.”
“Hello!” Paula waved her hands frantically, quickly dressing. “You mother, the woman who gave birth to you, is the commander of Bolling Air Force Base.”
Charlie gave a pensive tight lipped smile and stepped into the bathroom for cover. “No, she’s the commander of Andrews.”
“Oh. My. God,” Paula sat on the end of the bed, face in hands. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Stone-faced images of Colonel Jumper and his cronies whirled in her head. She hated dealing with higher ranking officers; they made her nervous with their seemingly judgmental glares.
Charlie came and sat beside her, trying in vain to peel her hands away from her face. He laid her across his lap and patted her head like a puppy. “You don’t have to go,” He said over Paula’s incoherent whines. “I’ll go alone. You can meet her another time.”
“The few times I’ve spoken with her she didn’t come off like an asshole.”
Charlie laughed. “She’s not an asshole. She’s a older whiter version of you. Even my dad commented on your similarities.” He sensed her anxiety. “Paula, I should have told you months ago but I never tell anyone. Folks treat you differently where they find out your mom runs a base.”
“Runs!” Paula mocked his accent and nonchalant tone. “…she runs a base? Charlie, your mother commands Andrews AFB, the president’s personal airport. I’ll bet she has a team of executives waiting on her hand and foot.”
“True, but at the end of the day, she’s a woman with a family. She’s the same person you talk to at least once a week.”
She groaned with embarrassment when she thought of all the lighthearted banter and crass joking they’d exchanged and how casually she’d act in response to his mom call when she’d interrupted one of their love making sessions. “Oh God, your mom knows we’re sleeping together.”
Charlie laughed. “She’s probably figured that out by now. My mom knows who you are, Paula. I’ve told her everything.”
She sat up like a shot. “Everything!”
“Everything,” He glared straight at her. “I told her how I feel about you. She knew it before I did.” He snorted. “I hope you’re not too upset. I’d love for you to meet her.”
Paula weighed her options: remain in the room and insult his mother or meet her and possible make a fool of herself. “It’s a Sophie’s Choice. I’m screwed either way.”
Charlie lowered his eyes. “So are you going?”
“Oh course I’m going,” she said with a lilt. “I’m not crazy. Your mom would have my head.”
He’s face lit up and he stood, collecting his jacket and cover. “Great, then I’ve gotten away with it then. We’d better go.”
“You haven’t gotten away with anything,” Paula went for her purse. “You’re still in the doghouse,” she now stood toe to toe with him. “It’ll be a long time before you hit this again.”
Charlie’s eyes traced her face and he smugly licked his lips. “Kiss me.” He left her chin, their lips met softly then passionately and he felt her knees give. “Yeah right. I’ll be hitting that tonight.”
******
Close to mid afternoon they strolled into Charlie’s mothers’ office and were immediately met by three of her executives seated at their desk. Charlie chose the lesser of the three evils glaring at them, a female Asian lieutenant.
“May I help you?” she asked kindly.
“I’m here to see Colonel Willis.”
“Is she expecting you,” she combed through her day planner.
Paula wandered a short distance away, scanning the accolades adorning the wall.
Charlie could feel the glazes of other execs burning through him. “No, she’s not expecting me. Can you please tell her that her son is here? I’m sure she’ll see me.”
The lieutenant smiled and stood shaking Charlie’s hand. “I thought that was you! I recognized your voice but I wasn’t certain. Wow, you look just like your father.”
Charlie chuckled. “Thanks. It’s nice to finally meet you, Rose. This is my friend, Paula Williams,” he motioned to Paula. “Paula, this is Lieutenant Rose Nelson, my mom’s personal slave.”
Rose laughed. “Don’t let your mom hear you say that. It’s nice to meet you, Paula. Hold on, I’ll get your mom.” She hurried away.
Paula went back to studying wall of awards and decorations: Legion of Merit, Bronze Star Medal w/3 oak leaf clusters, Air Medal, Air Force Combat Action Medal, Air Force Outstanding Unit Award with Valor, Humanitarian Service Medal, and an Orville Wright Award. “My God.” She said under her breath.
“I know,” Charlie came and stood beside her, eyeing the wall with quiet satisfaction. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“Yes indeed. You must be proud of her.”
“I am, but aside from all of this,” he gestured to the wall. “She’s still my momma.”
“And don’t you forget it!” Charlie’s mom said coming out of her office. “You’re early. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She shook his hand.
What are you thinking? He took a breath, rest his head against the seat and exhaled. His watch stared back at him. Twenty minutes until their arrival and he’d failed open the lines of communication. Paula is going to flip, he told himself. She’ll dip my balls into a deep fat fryer. Worst off, she’ll feel deceived.
Feeling he’d been deceived her reeked havoc on his conscience. He tried desperately to formulate his words---none came so easily as the truth.
“Babe, I have something to tell you. My mom is Base Commander for Andrews Air Force Base,” Charlie played out the scenario to himself. “Oh, you don’t wanna talk to me again….well figures.” He rubbed his eyes, pretty satisfied that this was the way the impending events would occur.
“We’ve been cleared for landing, sir. Please fasten your seatbelts.” The co-pilot came over the intercom.
Here we go, Charlie signed.
After picking up their rental car and confirming Shawn’s flight for the following day, Charlie and Paula settled into billeting, military lodging. Temporary billeting normally leaned towards Hampton Inn chic however those rooms were reserved for an upcoming graduation ceremony, leaving Charlie and Paula in family quarters which were more along the lines of a three bedroom condo.
Charlie stood buttoning his shirt, dreading the fallout from his next words. “You may want to change.” He advised Paula.
Paula gave her polo and jeans a once over and pouted. “We’re going to meet your mom. It’s not a formal occasion. What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“Nothing,” Charlie said looking in the mirror, aligning his shirt buttons to match that of his belt buckle. “There’s nothing wrong with what you’re wearing, but it’s not appropriate,” He bought himself a few seconds with a cough and hurried through his next words. “My mom is the base commander. You might wanna change.”
From the bed Paula launch a travel size bottle of Germx at his back. “Son of a bitch! Why didn’t you tell me your mom is the base commander?”
And the drama begins, he thought as the bottle hit him square in the back. “I was afraid you’d react this way. She’s my mom, Paula.”
“She’s a base commander, Charlie! That’s a bit more than just ‘your mom’!” she went to the closet, returning with a knee length navy charmeuse sheath dress.
“No, please, not a dress,” Charlie took the dress from her hands and walked to the closet. “She’ll rip you apart if she thinks you’re puttin’ on airs.” He gave her a thumbs up when she held up an eggplant layered V-neck cable sweater and slacks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before hand.”
“Hello!” Paula waved her hands frantically, quickly dressing. “You mother, the woman who gave birth to you, is the commander of Bolling Air Force Base.”
Charlie gave a pensive tight lipped smile and stepped into the bathroom for cover. “No, she’s the commander of Andrews.”
“Oh. My. God,” Paula sat on the end of the bed, face in hands. “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Stone-faced images of Colonel Jumper and his cronies whirled in her head. She hated dealing with higher ranking officers; they made her nervous with their seemingly judgmental glares.
Charlie came and sat beside her, trying in vain to peel her hands away from her face. He laid her across his lap and patted her head like a puppy. “You don’t have to go,” He said over Paula’s incoherent whines. “I’ll go alone. You can meet her another time.”
“The few times I’ve spoken with her she didn’t come off like an asshole.”
Charlie laughed. “She’s not an asshole. She’s a older whiter version of you. Even my dad commented on your similarities.” He sensed her anxiety. “Paula, I should have told you months ago but I never tell anyone. Folks treat you differently where they find out your mom runs a base.”
“Runs!” Paula mocked his accent and nonchalant tone. “…she runs a base? Charlie, your mother commands Andrews AFB, the president’s personal airport. I’ll bet she has a team of executives waiting on her hand and foot.”
“True, but at the end of the day, she’s a woman with a family. She’s the same person you talk to at least once a week.”
She groaned with embarrassment when she thought of all the lighthearted banter and crass joking they’d exchanged and how casually she’d act in response to his mom call when she’d interrupted one of their love making sessions. “Oh God, your mom knows we’re sleeping together.”
Charlie laughed. “She’s probably figured that out by now. My mom knows who you are, Paula. I’ve told her everything.”
She sat up like a shot. “Everything!”
“Everything,” He glared straight at her. “I told her how I feel about you. She knew it before I did.” He snorted. “I hope you’re not too upset. I’d love for you to meet her.”
Paula weighed her options: remain in the room and insult his mother or meet her and possible make a fool of herself. “It’s a Sophie’s Choice. I’m screwed either way.”
Charlie lowered his eyes. “So are you going?”
“Oh course I’m going,” she said with a lilt. “I’m not crazy. Your mom would have my head.”
He’s face lit up and he stood, collecting his jacket and cover. “Great, then I’ve gotten away with it then. We’d better go.”
“You haven’t gotten away with anything,” Paula went for her purse. “You’re still in the doghouse,” she now stood toe to toe with him. “It’ll be a long time before you hit this again.”
Charlie’s eyes traced her face and he smugly licked his lips. “Kiss me.” He left her chin, their lips met softly then passionately and he felt her knees give. “Yeah right. I’ll be hitting that tonight.”
******
Close to mid afternoon they strolled into Charlie’s mothers’ office and were immediately met by three of her executives seated at their desk. Charlie chose the lesser of the three evils glaring at them, a female Asian lieutenant.
“May I help you?” she asked kindly.
“I’m here to see Colonel Willis.”
“Is she expecting you,” she combed through her day planner.
Paula wandered a short distance away, scanning the accolades adorning the wall.
Charlie could feel the glazes of other execs burning through him. “No, she’s not expecting me. Can you please tell her that her son is here? I’m sure she’ll see me.”
The lieutenant smiled and stood shaking Charlie’s hand. “I thought that was you! I recognized your voice but I wasn’t certain. Wow, you look just like your father.”
Charlie chuckled. “Thanks. It’s nice to finally meet you, Rose. This is my friend, Paula Williams,” he motioned to Paula. “Paula, this is Lieutenant Rose Nelson, my mom’s personal slave.”
Rose laughed. “Don’t let your mom hear you say that. It’s nice to meet you, Paula. Hold on, I’ll get your mom.” She hurried away.
Paula went back to studying wall of awards and decorations: Legion of Merit, Bronze Star Medal w/3 oak leaf clusters, Air Medal, Air Force Combat Action Medal, Air Force Outstanding Unit Award with Valor, Humanitarian Service Medal, and an Orville Wright Award. “My God.” She said under her breath.
“I know,” Charlie came and stood beside her, eyeing the wall with quiet satisfaction. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“Yes indeed. You must be proud of her.”
“I am, but aside from all of this,” he gestured to the wall. “She’s still my momma.”
“And don’t you forget it!” Charlie’s mom said coming out of her office. “You’re early. I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She shook his hand.
Office Politic: Part Four
Paula found it bizarre that they didn’t embrace but quickly remember that hugging, kissing, and holding hands was frowned upon whilst in uniform. No more than five-seven, she projected power; her uniform fit better than a woman half her age. Her whiskey hair was cut in a short and sassy razor-cut pageboy, graying at the temples, framed her face and her eyes matched Charlie’s.
“We came a day early. I wanted to see you and dad before hand and introduce you to Paula.”
“Hi Paula, it’s nice to meet you.”
Paula froze for a half second. “It’s nice to meet you, Ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” she mocked, her brawl thicker than Charlie’s. “Call me Peggy.” She smiled
Thank you, Peggy.” Paula nerves began to settle.
“I thought there were three of you coming.” Peggy asked turning her attention to Charlie.
“Shawn will be here tomorrow evening. He wasn’t able to make the hop with us today.”
“Too bad. Maybe I’ll meet him before y’all leave. Have you spoken to your dad?”
“I called the house but I got a busy signal.” Charlie said.
“Mostly likely we were on the line when you called.”
Charlie huffed. “When are you gonna get call waiting?”
“If it’s important enough, they’ll call back or leave a message.”
“Excuse me, ma’am,” Rose interrupted. “You have a call.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s Major Montgomery.”
Peggy rolled her eyes. “Tell him I’m going to lunch with my son and I’ll call him back later. If it can’t wait then have him call Colonel Travis,” she said and turned back to Charlie and Paula. “Let’s get out of here before they get wind that cage door is open.” She went to retrieve her purse and cover from the coat rack. “What’ll it be? Chow Hall or the club?”
“The club!” both Charlie and Paula said in unison.
A normal two minute stroll to the car had taken them five with Peggy in tow. Everyone passing in uniform saluted and most kept on their way although somehow along the eay they’d managed to pickup Colonel Eli Travis, the bases’ second in command. This is exactly what Charlie dreaded. No matter where his mother went everyone seemed to follow. Luckily, Colonel Travis was a longtime family friend and former comrade of his father.
Paula hadn’t made any major mistaken then again Peggy didn’t come off as a person that would chastise me if I were to make a mistake. Peggy had a commanding presents yet there was unruffled air about her---similar to that of Charlie. Even as a Staff Sergeant, he’d always seemed above it all. Paula had written it off to him being a arrogant bastard but these manners was natural not forced.
“Paula, have you given any thought into joining the service?” Peggy asked.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Why not?” She took a sip of water. “If you’re going to perform the same duties and risk your life, you may as well put the uniform on, right?”
Paula pushed her food around her plate searching for her words. “Yes, ma’am. You’re right. I’ll give it some thought.”
“Don’t give it too much thought,” Col. Travis cut it. “Peggy would have everyone in uniform at some point in their lives.”
“No, I believe everyone should put in at least two years of service. Hell, France makes their citizens serve four years. If each American services two years in one of the forces, it’ll cut back on some of the senseless crime. They’ll stop shooting each other and learn to shot the enemy.” She smiled.
Col. Travis shook his head. “How did you deal with her, Charlie? I’m surprised she didn’t rip you a new one when you joined Enlisted.”
“What?” Paula said.
“Even though I have a degree, I joined the Air Forced as an Enlisted member rather than an Officer. My mom wasn’t pleased.”
Peggy grinned. “It’s not that I wasn’t pleased. I was glad you’d joined at all but for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why you’d chosen to enlist rather to accept your commission.”
“I wanted to be an average Airmen. I’d grown up around the brass; I wanna see what it’s like on the other side.”
“It’s all the same,” Col. Travis said. “It’s just different sides of the same turd.”
“Only the Officers side doesn’t have corn stickin’ out of it.” Peggy laughed.
They passed the rest of the afternoon chatting about politics, current affairs and most of all Charlie. He was the apple of his mother’s eye and he loved her dearly. His father had taken earlier retirement in order to raise Charlie in West Virginia while Peggy persuaded her career at home and abroad. It was easy to see why Charlie wasn’t put off by a strong assertive woman; his mother was the classic example. Her marriage was based on mutual respect. An officer himself, her husband could have competed with her for the limelight, instead he stepped back and let her shine.
By the end, Peggy no longer struck fear in Paula. If anything she admired her ability to balance her professional and private life. She didn’t know it then but Peggy would be her role model in the years to come.
******
The night drew to a close. Paula sat in her bedroom surfing the net while Charlie ironed his uniform and showered. It had been a long day for both of them and all Paula wanted to do was sleep but, of course, Charlie had other, more pressing, things in mind.
“Lie down and show me your pussy,” Charlie said standing in a towel at the end of her bed.
Paula shot him a quick glance and then turned her attention to her laptop. “I’m still upset with you.”
“Fair enough,” He shrugged.
“You sure gave up easily.” She closed her laptop and placed it on the nightstand. “I was kinda hoping you’d put up a fight.”
He climbed in bed and removed her thin pajama tee, allowing her chest to fall free. “I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I should have told you about my mother.” He pulled her flat on her back and peeled away her pajama, tossing them aside. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose and her lips. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.” He kissed a trail down her neck to her chest.
Paula couldn’t take her eyes from her breast cupped in his hands, his lips moving hungrily over her nipples. His mouth devoured her tits. His tongue seemed to have unlocked the secret to spreading her legs against her will, giving him free reign to play.
He sucked her nipples with such tenderness, her clit became insanely jealous. It begged his attention. “Damn,” she gave a tortured little moan as her orgasm passed.
Charlie looked up at her continually sucking her nipple. “I’m sorry for not preparing you to meet my mom but I will never beg for something that’s already mine.”
“Are you staking claim to my pussy?”
He smiled sheepishly and eased downward. “No, I want everything you have to give. I want your body and your mind and your heart, Paula.” His words seduced her clit from hiding.
She sat up on her elbows, out of breath with want. “Can you eat right now and we’ll work out the logistics of everything else later?” She watched his lips working over her lips with insatiable lust. She called to him, squirming under is mouth. He licked faster, parting her lips and sinking into her depths. She threw back her head and moaned clasping her thighs around his face.
By the knees, Charlie spread her and continued to feast. Her thrashing and whining spurred him on. He loved the incredibly sweet sounds her pussy made against his mouth when he brought her to an pussy-shuddering solipsistic orgasm.
“Is this what you needed?” he said giving her clit a single lick and ran his fingers up her thighs slowly, barely touching her skin.
“Yes,” Paula closed her eyes; his sucking sounds and moaning caused her back to arch involuntary, and her legs to shiver. “Oh fuck, keep licking. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum on your mouth.” Her head began to spin.
“You taste so fucking good, Paula.” He said probing two fingers into her. “Touch yourself, baby.” He sucked her clit gently. Her excited sent his soaring, he couldn’t wait to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock; to hear her begging for him to cum, see her writhing and pleading for his cock. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Suck.” She demanded and he obliged, sucking and licking her as she rubbed herself. She pressed and circled, remembering how to prolong her release…letting them build up one on top the other until they came crashing down around her. “Oh shit,” Paula tried to rise to see him eat her but her strength failed her. Reluctantly, she falls back in languid abandon as Charlie licked her clit, parted her labia and fingered her until she was on the verge of utter combustion.
His insistent pleasure-licking drove her closer and closer to cumming….and she resented him for it. Though unspeakably deliciously cum-worthy, she wanted it to last just a bit longer. But her traitorous little pussy had a mind of it’s own and mutinied against her; throwing its supplicant’s hands up to heaven, and lifting her hips up towards the silky caress of Charlie’s lapping tongue.
“Holy fuck!” She screamed repeatedly dear near crashing Charlie in the process.
He held her as she panted, whimpered, purred and moaned until completely relaxed. Once she lie satisfied and calm, he reached for a condom.
Paula rolled over. “Good night.”
“What!” Charlie could hardly believe his ears.
“I told you that I was still upset.” She inched towards him. “Now hold me and go to sleep.”
“We came a day early. I wanted to see you and dad before hand and introduce you to Paula.”
“Hi Paula, it’s nice to meet you.”
Paula froze for a half second. “It’s nice to meet you, Ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” she mocked, her brawl thicker than Charlie’s. “Call me Peggy.” She smiled
Thank you, Peggy.” Paula nerves began to settle.
“I thought there were three of you coming.” Peggy asked turning her attention to Charlie.
“Shawn will be here tomorrow evening. He wasn’t able to make the hop with us today.”
“Too bad. Maybe I’ll meet him before y’all leave. Have you spoken to your dad?”
“I called the house but I got a busy signal.” Charlie said.
“Mostly likely we were on the line when you called.”
Charlie huffed. “When are you gonna get call waiting?”
“If it’s important enough, they’ll call back or leave a message.”
“Excuse me, ma’am,” Rose interrupted. “You have a call.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s Major Montgomery.”
Peggy rolled her eyes. “Tell him I’m going to lunch with my son and I’ll call him back later. If it can’t wait then have him call Colonel Travis,” she said and turned back to Charlie and Paula. “Let’s get out of here before they get wind that cage door is open.” She went to retrieve her purse and cover from the coat rack. “What’ll it be? Chow Hall or the club?”
“The club!” both Charlie and Paula said in unison.
A normal two minute stroll to the car had taken them five with Peggy in tow. Everyone passing in uniform saluted and most kept on their way although somehow along the eay they’d managed to pickup Colonel Eli Travis, the bases’ second in command. This is exactly what Charlie dreaded. No matter where his mother went everyone seemed to follow. Luckily, Colonel Travis was a longtime family friend and former comrade of his father.
Paula hadn’t made any major mistaken then again Peggy didn’t come off as a person that would chastise me if I were to make a mistake. Peggy had a commanding presents yet there was unruffled air about her---similar to that of Charlie. Even as a Staff Sergeant, he’d always seemed above it all. Paula had written it off to him being a arrogant bastard but these manners was natural not forced.
“Paula, have you given any thought into joining the service?” Peggy asked.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Why not?” She took a sip of water. “If you’re going to perform the same duties and risk your life, you may as well put the uniform on, right?”
Paula pushed her food around her plate searching for her words. “Yes, ma’am. You’re right. I’ll give it some thought.”
“Don’t give it too much thought,” Col. Travis cut it. “Peggy would have everyone in uniform at some point in their lives.”
“No, I believe everyone should put in at least two years of service. Hell, France makes their citizens serve four years. If each American services two years in one of the forces, it’ll cut back on some of the senseless crime. They’ll stop shooting each other and learn to shot the enemy.” She smiled.
Col. Travis shook his head. “How did you deal with her, Charlie? I’m surprised she didn’t rip you a new one when you joined Enlisted.”
“What?” Paula said.
“Even though I have a degree, I joined the Air Forced as an Enlisted member rather than an Officer. My mom wasn’t pleased.”
Peggy grinned. “It’s not that I wasn’t pleased. I was glad you’d joined at all but for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why you’d chosen to enlist rather to accept your commission.”
“I wanted to be an average Airmen. I’d grown up around the brass; I wanna see what it’s like on the other side.”
“It’s all the same,” Col. Travis said. “It’s just different sides of the same turd.”
“Only the Officers side doesn’t have corn stickin’ out of it.” Peggy laughed.
They passed the rest of the afternoon chatting about politics, current affairs and most of all Charlie. He was the apple of his mother’s eye and he loved her dearly. His father had taken earlier retirement in order to raise Charlie in West Virginia while Peggy persuaded her career at home and abroad. It was easy to see why Charlie wasn’t put off by a strong assertive woman; his mother was the classic example. Her marriage was based on mutual respect. An officer himself, her husband could have competed with her for the limelight, instead he stepped back and let her shine.
By the end, Peggy no longer struck fear in Paula. If anything she admired her ability to balance her professional and private life. She didn’t know it then but Peggy would be her role model in the years to come.
******
The night drew to a close. Paula sat in her bedroom surfing the net while Charlie ironed his uniform and showered. It had been a long day for both of them and all Paula wanted to do was sleep but, of course, Charlie had other, more pressing, things in mind.
“Lie down and show me your pussy,” Charlie said standing in a towel at the end of her bed.
Paula shot him a quick glance and then turned her attention to her laptop. “I’m still upset with you.”
“Fair enough,” He shrugged.
“You sure gave up easily.” She closed her laptop and placed it on the nightstand. “I was kinda hoping you’d put up a fight.”
He climbed in bed and removed her thin pajama tee, allowing her chest to fall free. “I made a mistake and I’m sorry. I should have told you about my mother.” He pulled her flat on her back and peeled away her pajama, tossing them aside. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose and her lips. “I’m sorry for upsetting you.” He kissed a trail down her neck to her chest.
Paula couldn’t take her eyes from her breast cupped in his hands, his lips moving hungrily over her nipples. His mouth devoured her tits. His tongue seemed to have unlocked the secret to spreading her legs against her will, giving him free reign to play.
He sucked her nipples with such tenderness, her clit became insanely jealous. It begged his attention. “Damn,” she gave a tortured little moan as her orgasm passed.
Charlie looked up at her continually sucking her nipple. “I’m sorry for not preparing you to meet my mom but I will never beg for something that’s already mine.”
“Are you staking claim to my pussy?”
He smiled sheepishly and eased downward. “No, I want everything you have to give. I want your body and your mind and your heart, Paula.” His words seduced her clit from hiding.
She sat up on her elbows, out of breath with want. “Can you eat right now and we’ll work out the logistics of everything else later?” She watched his lips working over her lips with insatiable lust. She called to him, squirming under is mouth. He licked faster, parting her lips and sinking into her depths. She threw back her head and moaned clasping her thighs around his face.
By the knees, Charlie spread her and continued to feast. Her thrashing and whining spurred him on. He loved the incredibly sweet sounds her pussy made against his mouth when he brought her to an pussy-shuddering solipsistic orgasm.
“Is this what you needed?” he said giving her clit a single lick and ran his fingers up her thighs slowly, barely touching her skin.
“Yes,” Paula closed her eyes; his sucking sounds and moaning caused her back to arch involuntary, and her legs to shiver. “Oh fuck, keep licking. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum on your mouth.” Her head began to spin.
“You taste so fucking good, Paula.” He said probing two fingers into her. “Touch yourself, baby.” He sucked her clit gently. Her excited sent his soaring, he couldn’t wait to feel her pussy wrapped around his cock; to hear her begging for him to cum, see her writhing and pleading for his cock. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Suck.” She demanded and he obliged, sucking and licking her as she rubbed herself. She pressed and circled, remembering how to prolong her release…letting them build up one on top the other until they came crashing down around her. “Oh shit,” Paula tried to rise to see him eat her but her strength failed her. Reluctantly, she falls back in languid abandon as Charlie licked her clit, parted her labia and fingered her until she was on the verge of utter combustion.
His insistent pleasure-licking drove her closer and closer to cumming….and she resented him for it. Though unspeakably deliciously cum-worthy, she wanted it to last just a bit longer. But her traitorous little pussy had a mind of it’s own and mutinied against her; throwing its supplicant’s hands up to heaven, and lifting her hips up towards the silky caress of Charlie’s lapping tongue.
“Holy fuck!” She screamed repeatedly dear near crashing Charlie in the process.
He held her as she panted, whimpered, purred and moaned until completely relaxed. Once she lie satisfied and calm, he reached for a condom.
Paula rolled over. “Good night.”
“What!” Charlie could hardly believe his ears.
“I told you that I was still upset.” She inched towards him. “Now hold me and go to sleep.”