Naked Truth (14 page)

“Gahhh.  Oh my god.  Why are you torturing me?”

“Say it.”

“Fine!”  I wheeze.  “I want you to make love to me.”

“Well, why didn’t you just ask?” He smirks and I want to kill him. 

Instead, I shake my head and sigh.

“You’re such a ball buster.”

“No, baby.  That’s your job,” he tells me and we both laugh at the double entendre.

Damn, I love this man.

Violet wants me to make love to her, and I would love nothing more.  She came off confident - a little freaky even - earlier, but I know deep down, she’s a romantic.  I confess, so am I.

I position myself over her so that my cock is perfectly lined up to her hot, wet, pussy.  Shit, what I have planned is going to be harder on me than I thought.  I then lay my body onto hers, careful not to put my full weight on her.

She looks confused.  “Uh, what are you doing?  I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure you can’t get it in at that angle.”

I laugh.  She’s so fucking cute.

“I wanted to try something with you.  I’ve never done it before.”

She smiles.  It’s a special smile that I know is only for me and it has me beaming.  I love making her happy.

“Keep talking,” she tells me.

“So I read this article…” I start but am interrupted.  Of course, I was expecting that being how I started the sentence.

“Wait, what?  An article?” she questions me, and an eyebrow lifts in doubt.

I laugh.  “It’s been known to happen.”

“And you remember this article?” she asks, her humor cracking me up.

“I do,” I profess.

“Okay, go on.”

“It’s gonna test us both,” I tell her more.

“Ooh, I like tests.”  She grins. 

“Goody two shoes,” I call her.

She laughs.  “I’ve been called worse.”

I look her in the eye to make sure she is still with me.  She smiles and I am excited to tell her the rest.

“Anyway, I’m going to lie here.”  I point at where I am already.  “I’m gonna throw on a condom, and we are going to make out,” I tell her casually.

“Just make out?” she asks, suspiciously.

“Like Sandy and Danny,” I tell her.

“At the drive in?” she asks.  My flower always gets it.

“Yep.”  I smile.

“You remember he got stranded, right?”

I nod.  “I won’t make the same mistakes,” I tell her confidently.

“Okay, so I know I took Sex Ed. many years ago, but if I remember correctly, and I
always
remember correctly, making out doesn’t require a condom.”

“But I’m a good boy scout,” I tell her.

“Ah, always prepared?”

“You know it.”  I smile.

“Well, so am I.  That’s why I’m on the pill,” she tells me nonchalantly.

“So, we don’t?”

“We don’t.  Unless you think we do?”

“Nope.  Never went without before.  Another first for us to experience.”

She smiles and nods.

“So back to my experiment,” I refocus us to the job at hand.

“Hmmm.  Sounds innocent enough.  There’s gotta be a catch.”

“No catch.  First one to crack gets to pick the position.”  I smile lasciviously.

“You remember how competitive I am, right?” she asks.

“You remember who won last time, right?” I remind her of my hole in one.

She holds out one hand so we can shake on it and I burst out laughing.  I shake my head at the absurdity. 

“If I wasn’t lying here naked on top of you right now…”

We both start laughing but soon realize that the movement is going straight to where we are touching, and quickly thereafter, the laughter turns into moans and groans.

Shit, I’m screwed.

“Whoever wrote that article is the biggest sadist.  A masochist, I tell you,” I mumble, complaining about the torture Jordan is putting me through.

But he just laughs.  He freaking laughs. 

“You!” I exclaim.  “You are just as bad as the author of the article.  Wait a minute.  Did you write the article?”  I accuse him.

“Cupcake, I’m trying to concentrate here.  If I don’t focus, I’m going to come all over you and that would suck.  For both of us.  So shut up and kiss me.”

We continue kissing and touching and getting each other really worked up, and then all of a sudden….

“AAAhhhhhh!  Jordan! Did you just…” I ask because I can’t be sure, but…

“I give up; I can’t take it anymore,” he grinds out because his jaw is locked shut.

Jordan’s body lifts from mine into a pushup position, but we are still completely connected.  Down there.

“You win, baby.  It was pure fucking torture, and now I am in… Shit!”  He thrusts in a little deeper.  “Pure fucking ecstasy.”

“We win,” I whisper then moan.

My head presses into the pillow, as pleasure rolls through my entire body.  And that’s the last coherent thought I have for the next few hours, as Jordan takes his time, and proves that he is mine.

-10-

After a steamy and quite fulfilling morning shower, we left Orlando following a late breakfast Monday.  I needed to get back home to prepare for a long week ahead of me, and Jordan had to work Monday night.  Not something that thrills me, but it’s not my place to say anything, yet.

Ever since we got home from our Disney trip, my life has been a hectic mess.  Well, my work life.  Susie left her station in chaos.  She must have not been balancing her drawer for days, if not weeks.  So, not only did I have to go through all of her paperwork and figure out where our numbers were coming from, I also had the responsibility of training her replacement.  My boss hired a really nice young guy, fresh out of college.  Stephan – with a ph.  Not Steven, oh no.  Think Stef on…like Urkel.   He’s cute and sweet, but new.  So very new.  I know everyone needs a little time to learn the ropes, but the time it takes for me to review the protocols over and over is aggravating.  And exhausting.  I can do the job ten times over before he gets it once.

Tuesday drags on like it will never end. Jordan sends me texts throughout the day, most of them his usual MO - song or movie quotes.  But they keep me laughing, and distracted from missing him.

Jordan:  Cotton candy, sweet and low

Violet: Let me see that tootsie roll

Jordan: That’s my girl!

A few hours later, my heart flutters when my phone vibrates in my pocket with another text.

Jordan: M-I-S-S you much

Violet: I miss you much, Janet

Jordan:  I miss you, funny girl

Violet:  xoxo

A new one comes in every few hours until it’s time to clock out, and I love that he misses me as much as I do him.

By the time night rolls around, I am itching to see him.  We face time just before I go to bed (and he starts his shift).  It’s not really enough for me; I want to feel him, look him in the eyes, and feel my body enveloped by his, but I take what I can get.  I ask him again what he does at the club, but he’s pretty vague and evasive. Personally, I think he bartends.  He says something about entertaining the patrons, so that’s all I can think of.  It’s not like he’s a comedian or anything.  Plus, he makes a lot in tips.

When Wednesday finally rolls around, I find myself constantly checking the clock, so excited to see him.  It’s only been 48 hours, but I really do genuinely miss him like crazy.  I am standing fairly close to Stephan reviewing banding and marking when I hear the alarm sensor over the door chime.  I don’t look up until I hear Stephan take a gasp then whisper, “holy hell.”

That gets my attention.  I look up to see Jordan speaking to Cliff, but his eyes are trained on me.  He’s not looking at me with his usually lustful or loving gaze.  It’s more suspicious and jealous, and I get the biggest kick out of it.  Clearly, he can’t see Stephan drooling all over himself.   As Jordan makes his way over to us, I lean in to Stephan and tell him that his first real customer has arrived.  His smile is half nervous and three- quarters perverted.  Yes, I saw what I just did there.  I’m a banker, remember?  I know numbers. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor,” I greet him formally and professionally.  I’m trying to teach Stephan proper etiquette from the get go, so he has the foundation to build from.

“Stephan, here, will be taking care you today,” I inform him and point to the next window.

Jordan eyeballs me then nods in understanding.  He knows that I have been training a new teller.  I may have omitted that he’s a guy.  A very gay one.

Stephan fumbles around for a few seconds before he gets his confidence.  With a scarlet face, he finally speaks up.  “How may I help you today, Mr. Taylor?” Stephan asks Jordan just as he steps up to his window.   Good, he actually listened when I greeted him by name earlier.

“I’d like to make a deposit into my savings account,” Jordan speaks unnaturally slowly and with a raised voice, making me laugh a little.

“He’s new, not deaf.”  I shake my head.

Jordan laughs, too. “Sorry.”

But Stephan doesn’t respond.   He just stands there, continuing to stare at Jordan.

I wonder to myself whether Jordan sees the awe in Stephan’s gaze.  There’s no need for him to be jealous here.  If anyone should be jealous, it should be me, from the thoughts I know Stephan must be having.  Shoot, I’m having them myself.  He looks so freaking sexy today.

“Ahem,” I clear my throat, trying to get his attention.

Stephan shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts.  Sadly, he is unable to filter before he speaks again.  “You have the most beautiful eyes,” he tells Jordan, almost trancelike.

Yeah, I know the feeling.  Been there, done that.

“Thank you,” Jordan says with a smile like the Cheshire cat who finally got the canary.   Clearly, he just caught onto his sexual orientation.

“Sorry,” Stephan apologizes for his verbal diarrhea.

“No problem,” Jordan lets him off the hook.

Thank god this wasn’t a regular customer.  His compliment would be completely unprofessional.   Stephan finally gets himself back together then successfully completes the transaction. 

Before he leaves, Jordan asks if he could speak to me for one moment in private. Since there are no other customers here at the moment, I am able to leave my window and meet him in the little waiting area for the mortgage and loan department.  There’s not much privacy, but there is nobody around either.  From the corner of my eye, I can see Stephan watching us carefully.  I wonder if he thinks Jordan wants to file a complaint or something.

“I’ve missed you,” he starts and I can’t help the smile that graces my face.

“Me, too.  I want to go back to Orlando. I miss our bubble.  And our giraffe.  Did I tell you I named her?  Gertrude.”

“Gertrude the Giraffe?” He laughs.

“Yep.  And I miss my Gertie. When can we please go back?” I exaggerate my words, tinged with a slight whine.

“Anytime you want, pretty girl,” he says with a wink.  He’s such a flirt.

“So we can go right now?” I ask, kinda seriously but not really.

“I would love to, but I have a very important date on Friday.”  I frown for a few seconds until I realize what he’s talking about.  Then I smile once again.

“So I’ll see you Friday then?”

“Do you still want me to come meet the rest of your family?”

“Of course.  You’re a huge part of my life.  I want you there.  I need you there.”

Jordan doesn’t answer but instead picks me up and kisses me hard.  He swings me around and continues to kiss me.  It’s not until I hear a groan from the gay peanut gallery do I remember where we are. In the middle of the bank.  Oh my god.  That was so unprofessional of me, yet it felt oh so good. A girl could really get used to this.

With a wink and a slap on the ass, Jordan gives Cliff the man-nod, then heads out the door.  I sigh in happiness.  I’m truly, 100% happy.  Nothing can get me down.

Friday at 5:00 pm, I do a happy dance as I walk out the door. I honestly thought the day would never end.  I mean, I am already a clock-watcher, but today, yeah, I’m even a little embarrassed for myself.

I rush home, if you could call it that with the terrible traffic I had to deal with, while still making sure to be safe.  Jordan is coming over in less than two hours and I need to shower and change.  I also want to make sure my room and bathroom are clean as a whistle in case Jordan wants to look around.  I guarantee that my mother will make sure the rest of the house is spic and span.

When the doorbell rings precisely at 7:00 pm - my man is always punctual - I get so excited and nervous that my tummy begins to flutter.  I hope my father and sisters don’t scare him away.  And I hope they don’t start telling embarrassing stories or act foolish.  This is the first time I am bringing home a boyfriend, and I hope they don’t make it my last.

“I’ll get it!” I shout; my mother and sisters are hot on their heels behind me.

I have a feeling my sisters just want to get a good look at him.  Ever since I got home from Disney, my mother has been telling them how handsome he is.  It’s really annoying, but secretly I love it.  She never talked about Rose’s exes that way.  Speaking of exes, you are never going to believe what her fiancé did.  He ended their engagement.  Called her materialistic and self-centered.  Okay, he’s right. I can’t argue with those points; they are completely true and valid. But, and it’s a big but, in her defense, he knew exactly who he was marrying.  They’d been together for over two years.  She didn’t change overnight into this self-evolved, narcissistic, pain in the ass.  I wonder if he thought getting married would change her.  No siree Bob.  She has always been that way and I don’t see her ever evolving.  So, anyway, this week, she has been a mega bitch to me.  One minute she is crying, and the next she is lambasting me for being happy.

When I open the door, I am overwhelmed by the sight in front of me.  Not only does he look more gorgeous than I remember from two days ago, but he is bearing gifts.   I take a quick peek at all of the things he’s brought, and I know I am going to lose - please excuse my French - my shit.   I am already cracking up on the inside.

After a beat, and one more quick survey of my man, I step aside, welcoming him into our home with a huge smile on my face.  My sisters and mother are right behind me.  Like right up on me, rubbernecking over my shoulders.   I can barely move enough to close the door. With the most genuine smile on the sexiest lips, Jordan begins delivering his special gifts.

“Violets for my Violet,” he says as he hands me a bouquets of wildflowers then brushes his lips gently over my temple.  I sigh.  This man.

He pulls out a huge box of dark truffles from Godiva and presents it to my mother.  She already loves him but this completely clinches the deal.  As he hands them to her, he kisses her twice. Once on each cheek. 

“That was very generous of you,” she thanks him graciously. 

Jordan just shrugs, like it’s no big deal.

Next he pulls from his arms, what looks like freshly picked Daisies.  “And Daisies for the beautiful young lady.”  He hands them over to Daisy then places a sweet kiss on her cheek.  Daisy says thank you but is blushing like crazy.  She may already have a crush on my love, and I think it is absolutely adorable – and completely understandable.  He is wonderful, after all.

“And for you Rose.”  He holds up one finger for her to hang on for a second.  He walks out the front door and seconds later returns with an entire rose bush.  I can tell he’s trying to hold it together.  His lips are curled in, but his eyes are dancing in mirth.  But I’m not as strong, I just can’t.  I burst out laughing so hard that I have to bend over and tighten my thighs so I don’t pee in my pants.

“Is this a fucking joke?” Rose yells,  “Are you fucking kidding me?” she asks Jordan rhetorically. Then she turns toward me to spit some venom my way.   “What the hell did you tell him, Violet?  Can’t you keep your fucking mouth shut?”  She keeps going, with fire in her eyes, until she has nothing else to berate me about. Then stomps out of the room, leaving the beautiful bush behind.

“Oh, shoot.  I’m so sorry,” Jordan says, looking totally remorseful.  “I thought she would get a kick out of it, not be offended. I am so sorry,” he keeps apologizing to my mother and me.  But in a shocking twist, my mother, my conservative, watch-your-language, mother, is laughing hysterically right along with me.  Jordan is looking at us like we’ve lost our minds.