Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (15 page)

             
"Yeah, baby?" I say as he lays his head on my chest, and I start to stroke his hair away from his face.

             
"Will we ever be able to be together? Will Preston ever accept this?" I hear his voice is sad. I understand the sadness. He needs someone he can be with in public, and I can't be that person. But how do I give him up?

             
"I don't know, Landon. I'm afraid people won't accept this. You are a lot younger than me. If you ever want to see other people, I can step away." I kiss the top of his head.

             
"I just don't want anyone else," he responds.

             
"Me either." We lay there in silence, knowing that this may not ever go any further than what we have right now. After several more minutes, I crawl out from under him. I kiss his lips before walking away into the bathroom. I clean up ,and when I return, he's no longer in my room. I crawl into my empty bed and fall asleep with tears falling down my face.

**

Landon

              I sneak back into my room and crawl into bed with Brooklyn's smell all over me. I love her so much, but how can we continue like this and never be out in public? I will miss her if we move on separately. Preston is my best friend, I worry if I will lose him if he finds out, or would he eventually deal with the love I have for his mother? I finally drift to sleep with my head so confused I don't know how our life will end up.

             
The rest of our vacation goes great until Brooklyn on our last day becomes sick. She was fine all week while we scuba dived and parasailed. She thinks she might have drunk water she shouldn't have. We barely get back to the States before she gets so sick that she has to go to the hospital the following day. They said that she did indeed get sick while drinking or eating something while in Mexico. They give her some antibiotics for the next ten days. On Monday we are back in class. I check on her throughout the next two days. She seems to be feeling better by Wednesday, so I make plans to go after my last class to see her on Thursday. I tell Preston that I had to meet up with my mom that evening and knowing that he has something going on at his frat house, I have an evening alone with Brooklyn.

             
I pull up outside her house and the door is already unlocked. I walk in, locking the door behind me, and she is lying on the couch watching an old eighties movie. I walk up behind the couch and bend over, kissing her head. She turns toward me with a smile. "How are you feeling?" I walk around and sit down, bringing her into my lap.

             
"A lot better. Thanks. What are you doing here during the week?" She kisses my lips softly.

             
"I needed to see you. I felt bad you were here all alone sick." We begin kissing more intimately. I pull her little camisole over her head. She is totally bare with her nipple piercing on her beautiful tits sparkling. She tugs my shirt over my head. I break the kiss long enough to allow it off. I lie her down on her back on the couch. I pull her pajama pants and panties down her legs. She seems a bit smaller than she already was due to being so sick the past several days. I spread her legs apart and rub my finger against her sex. She is so wet and ready. "I need to taste this." I kiss the inside of her thigh, making my way toward her center. She smells so good from a fresh shower and her own scent. I begin to suck and lick her pussy, loving the taste of her juices. I push a finger into her body and start to pump it in and out. I feel her begin to tighten. I pull away before she reaches her release. She pouts to me, and I just chuckle. I immediately rid myself of my shoes and socks, then my jeans. She turns over onto her knees and holds onto the arm of the couch as I push into her hot sex from behind. I start to thrust hard and fast because I know that is what she likes. She moans as I groan along with her. She's so fucking tight. We continue our assault on each other. She pushes back as I thrust forward. I reach around and pinch her right nipple, causing her to scream out my name. I lower my hand to rub against her nub that is peeking out from its hood. She releases her pleasure, and I follow with her with a few more thrusts. I empty all of my seed inside her hot body. Once my breathing is evened out, I pick her up and carry her up through her room to the bathroom. We shower, and I wash her body, which is something I love to do.

              I'm still struggling, wanting her to be with me in public and not just in private. Once we are in bed, I try to bring it up again. "Can we just tell him?" I kiss her neck while she is wrapped around me.

             
"No. Preston's not ready for that. It would destroy him." I kiss down her chest over to her left nipple.

             
"Please?" I beg as I lightly bite her nipple.

             
"Maybe...uh later…just not yet, okay?" She moans as she grinds her hips against me, trying to get to my now erect penis.

             
"Okay, baby....soon maybe?" I grab myself and begin rubbing it back and forth through her folds.

             
"Yeah, maybe." She pushes her hips up, her meeting me while wrapping her legs around my waist. Once she positions me where she wants me, I push into her slowly to drive her crazy. "More, Landon. Pleeeese." She struggles to take more of me. I chuckle as I push all the way in, hitting her special spot. "Oh Yeah." We start to move together.

             
"That feels good to my baby?" I pant into her neck.

             
"So good." Her nails scratch down my back, sending goose bumps throughout my overheated body, and the rest is all history.

**

              I wake the next morning, glancing at the clock that reads six o'clock. I jump up and kiss a very sleepy Brooklyn softly on the lips before slipping out the bedroom door in search of my clothes. I find them by the couch where I left them. I quickly dress, then scribble a short love note to Brooklyn, letting her know I had to hurry out for class.

             
I get to class just a few minutes late, sliding into my chair next to Preston. This is the only class we share together. He looks over at me and notices my disheveled state. "Get lucky last night?" He chuckles at my expense.

             
"Something like that," I mumble.

             
"I want to know who she," he whispers over to me, making sure not to interrupt the professor.

             
"No, man. Just another one time thing, if you know what I mean," I tell him as I begin writing notes down.

             
"If you say so. Let me guess. Megan again?" I look over with a questioning look.

             
"I know she told everyone you fucked her at that party in the bathroom. Way to go, she's hot." Preston chuckles.

             
"Yeah." I just agree. Apparently Megan told everyone we fucked rather than tell anyone her theory that I'm gay.

             
We meet for lunch at the sandwich shop down from campus. "How's your mom feeling?" I ask, eager to know if he's spoken to her lately.

             
"Better. I talked to her yesterday before classes. She is supposed to go back to work next week. I might go home this weekend to check on her if you want to come home with me," Preston says, confirming that he's at least checked on her.

             
"That would be great. I'd like to see how she is. Maybe we can do a little swimming and get your mom to make our favorite dinner if she feels up to it." I rub my belly. Preston and I always want her to make her Chicken Paramigana. We finish and head to our next classes. After class I text Brooklyn, letting her know that we are planning to come home this weekend. She seems super excited, and I tell her that I am sorry that I had to leave so early, but she's understandable.

**

              The weekend began great until Preston told Brooklyn that I got lucky with Megan in the bathroom at the last frat party. He was laughing his ass off. She was pissed, trying to hide it by making jokes about it. "Really, Landon? In the bathroom, just what a girl wants." I couldn't deny it in front of Preston.

             
"What can I say? She begged for it," I say as Preston pats me on my back. Brooklyn shortly later storms off, and with Preston there, I can't go after her. FUCK! Preston drags me out that afternoon to hang with a couple guys from high school. When we walked in at eight that evening, Brooklyn was dressed up in a small black dress with blood-red heels. Her hair was pulled up in some sexy bun and her makeup is perfect. 

             
"Hey, mom, going out tonight?" Preston asked. "You feel better, I guess."

             
"Good enough. Lacy wants a girls’ night out." She looks over at me with hurt in her eyes. I try to convey back through my look that 'I'm sorry,' but she turns to get in her Escalade.

             
"Be careful. Don't do anything we wouldn't do." Preston chuckles.

             
She looks directly at me. "So sex in the bathroom is okay." She tries joking.

             
"Gross, mom." Preston turns and walks into the house, leaving me alone in the driveway, watching her drive away.

             
I lie awake in the spare room with the door open, waiting for Brooklyn to come home. I glance at the clock at one o'clock and still no word from her. I don't know where they went or what they did or who they were with.  I'm pissed. I begin to doze when I hear the front door open and slam. I watch as she stumbles up the stairs. I run down the stairs to help her up them. She squeaks when she sees me coming toward her. "SHHHH," I whisper. "Preston's asleep." She drunk-giggles. "How did you get home?" I ask.

             
"I don't know." She flops against me, and I grab her before she bites it hard on the top step. 

             
"What do you mean 'you don't know'?" I stumble with her into her room, lowering her down on her bed. I leave her there to go into the bathroom to grab a glass of water and Tylenol. When I get back to the bed, she has removed most of her clothes and is lying down with only a pair of red panties on. Her dress and bra are tossed over on the floor.

             
"I'm horny, Landon." She growls as she grabs my boxer shorts that I was lying in while waiting on her to come home. She sits up and jerks my boxers down, revealing my very aroused dick. She wastes no time as she sucks me into her mouth. I start to fuck her mouth. I down the glass of water myself and set the cup down as I grab her hair while she sucks and licks up my shaft. I look down and she cups my balls in one hand, massaging, while her other hand is between her own legs. She moans around my dick. I feel my release coming and instead of doing it in her mouth, I pop out and jerk her up. I rip her panties down her body before turning her away from me. I bend her at the waist. She grabs her ankles as I push into her. I hold her hips as I pound in and out. She's so flexible. I spread her legs more as I continue to hit it home. Soon I feel her begin her release as we both drop to the floor for our final thrust. I release into her body shortly afterward, loving the way her body fits and feels against mine. She falls onto her belly, and I lay on top, keeping my weight on my forearms. I kiss down her spine. "Oh, Landon," she silently whispers. "Preston could have caught us." She sobers some at the realization of what we just did.

             
"I don't give a fuck anymore," I tell her as she tries to wiggle underneath me. "And I didn't fuck Megan in the bathroom like he thinks. She started to spread the rumor because I wouldn't fuck her." I allow her out and grab her to lay cuddled on the floor together. I kiss her forehead as she watches me.

             
"Really? He seemed pleased you fucked her." She tickles up and down my arm.

             
"Megan trapped me in the bathroom and removed her clothes at the party. I'd been drinking a lot, but I didn't do it. She was pissed, saying if I didn't she was going to tell everyone I was gay. I guess instead she just told people we did.  Preston thinks she's hot so he was happy for me." I kiss her. "I love you too much to do that."

             
"I love you too, but maybe you need to have the college experience. Girls and all." She gets up off the floor.

             
"No, I don't want the experience, I'm just there so I can get my degree so I can work with my dad. I want to take care of you one of these days." I get up and  pull my boxers on. She grabs a clean pair of panties and a t-shirt from her dresser. I grab them from her and crouch down so she can slip her legs into them. I pull them up and help her into her t-shirt. "I love you." I look over at the clock on the dresser and see it's almost five o'clock. "You need to get in bed." I kiss her as she smiles.

             
"I know. Love you too." She crawls into bed. I stand there watching her a moment before leaving the door to go into the spare room to crash now that she's home.