Steve studied the appetizer. He couldn’t identify it, but it looked inedible. “I give up. What the hell is that... stuff?”
Kathryn smirked. “Not much of a gourmet, are we? It’s calamari.”
Understanding dawned. “Squid.”
“Exactly. Now we’ll see whether I really do have you eating out of my hand.” Katie picked up one of the slippery critters, dipped it the accompanying marinara sauce, and raised it to his lips. “Open up.”
Crap! He hated calamari. He’d tried them in Italy, and in his opinion, they had the consistency and taste of rubber. “The things I do for you,” he grumbled.
“The things you won’t do for me,” she answered with an intimate smile.
He leaned toward her, opened his mouth and accepted her dubious offering, licking the sauce off her fingers as she withdrew them. Then he looked into her eyes. “The difference between me and the stingrays is, I won’t leave when you run out of squid.”
Home
Home had always been the little bungalow on South Woodlawn Avenue. She stood in her empty bedroom. It looked bigger without her bed and dresser – now loaded in the back of Uncle Bill’s truck. Her bed had a metal headboard with hundreds of tiny holes just the size of the tips of her five year old fingers. She and her daddy had played a game. He would place his hand behind the headboard and cover one of the holes with his finger. She would try to touch his finger on the other side before he could move it. She liked the sensation of touching her daddy’s fingers through the headboard. She missed her daddy. Her heart was empty without him. She walked from room to room. She walked into the closet of the room where her mama and daddy had slept. The closet was empty but she could still smell her daddy’s after shave lotion. She stayed there for a long time in the dark inhaling the last scent of her daddy.
Her mama had said they were all going home now. She was confused. This was home. Home was the green house with the gum ball trees in the front yard where she and her daddy and stretched out on army blanket and eaten bologna sandwiches. Now, she walked around the front yard picking up gumballs. She filled the pockets of her yellow dress. The one with the sash that her mama could never tie just right. She always ended up taking her next door to Mrs. Evans’ house. “Blair, will you tie this girl’s sash for me? I don’t know why it always looks cockeyed when I do it.”
She wondered who was going to tie her sash at the place where they were going…the place that would be their new home.
Her mama had said they were all going home now. She was confused. This was home. Home was the green house with the gum ball trees in the front yard where she and her daddy and stretched out on army blanket and eaten bologna sandwiches. Now, she walked around the front yard picking up gumballs. She filled the pockets of her yellow dress. The one with the sash that her mama could never tie just right. She always ended up taking her next door to Mrs. Evans’ house. “Blair, will you tie this girl’s sash for me? I don’t know why it always looks cockeyed when I do it.”
She wondered who was going to tie her sash at the place where they were going…the place that would be their new home.
Newlyweds
Steve came up behind Kathryn just as she was getting ready to pour herself a cup of coffee. He hugged her around the waist, then slipped a thumb under her waistband. “This skirt is getting awfully tight. You’ll be showing soon.”
“Right, soon I’ll be getting fat. You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”
“I admit it, I’m happy. Your stomach blowing up like a balloon is an advertisement that you slept with me. I melted the ice queen. I know it’s politically incorrect, but having people know that makes me feel proud.”
“I guess I’m politically incorrect too, because hearing you say that turns me on,” she admitted. She thought a few seconds, then added, “Of course, everything seems to turn me on these days. Must be these damned hormones.”
He rested his cheek against her hair. “I didn’t totally satisfy you this morning.”
“Sure you did,” she lied. She’d had an orgasm. What more did she want?
Ignoring her, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped his hand inside her bra. She squirmed as he made contact with the nipple.
“Hard as a marble. I thought so. You’re not finished.”
“And you’re not helping by touching me that way.”
“I’m going to help. I can’t let you go to work all cranky and frustrated, and have people think I’m not doing my husbandly duty.” He slid his free hand under her skirt, bunching the skirt around her waist, then stuck his hand inside her pantyhose and panties. His finger swirled around in her juices. “You’re definitely not finished.”
“Stop it! I love you for caring, but we don’t have time.”
“Sure we do. Don’t worry, there won’t be any teasing this morning. I’ll get the job done quickly.”
His hand was already moving in just the right spot, at just the right pace, with just the right pressure. Damn him, he was right. Despite their short courtship, he knew her body so well. She was only a few milliseconds away from flying to pieces.
His whisper was warm in her ear. “Stop holding back, Katie. Be my good girl and give me a huge, giant climax.”
That did it. She shrieked and fell forward against the counter as waves of pleasure rolled through her. He turned her to face him and held her in his arms, murmuring, “Oh yes, Katie, yes.”
When she finally stopped shuddering, he took a step back and brushed her lips with a quick, soft kiss. “You needed that, Katie. I’ve got to teach you to stop depriving yourself.”
Her smile was lopsided. She buttoned her blouse. “I’m a mess.”
He touched her cheek. “No you’re not. You’re beautiful. This blush looks much better than the one you put on with makeup.”
“I’m going to be late for work.”
“Only by a few minutes. If anyone gives you a hard time, tell them the hot young stud you just married gave you two orgasms before breakfast.”
“Right, soon I’ll be getting fat. You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”
“I admit it, I’m happy. Your stomach blowing up like a balloon is an advertisement that you slept with me. I melted the ice queen. I know it’s politically incorrect, but having people know that makes me feel proud.”
“I guess I’m politically incorrect too, because hearing you say that turns me on,” she admitted. She thought a few seconds, then added, “Of course, everything seems to turn me on these days. Must be these damned hormones.”
He rested his cheek against her hair. “I didn’t totally satisfy you this morning.”
“Sure you did,” she lied. She’d had an orgasm. What more did she want?
Ignoring her, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped his hand inside her bra. She squirmed as he made contact with the nipple.
“Hard as a marble. I thought so. You’re not finished.”
“And you’re not helping by touching me that way.”
“I’m going to help. I can’t let you go to work all cranky and frustrated, and have people think I’m not doing my husbandly duty.” He slid his free hand under her skirt, bunching the skirt around her waist, then stuck his hand inside her pantyhose and panties. His finger swirled around in her juices. “You’re definitely not finished.”
“Stop it! I love you for caring, but we don’t have time.”
“Sure we do. Don’t worry, there won’t be any teasing this morning. I’ll get the job done quickly.”
His hand was already moving in just the right spot, at just the right pace, with just the right pressure. Damn him, he was right. Despite their short courtship, he knew her body so well. She was only a few milliseconds away from flying to pieces.
His whisper was warm in her ear. “Stop holding back, Katie. Be my good girl and give me a huge, giant climax.”
That did it. She shrieked and fell forward against the counter as waves of pleasure rolled through her. He turned her to face him and held her in his arms, murmuring, “Oh yes, Katie, yes.”
When she finally stopped shuddering, he took a step back and brushed her lips with a quick, soft kiss. “You needed that, Katie. I’ve got to teach you to stop depriving yourself.”
Her smile was lopsided. She buttoned her blouse. “I’m a mess.”
He touched her cheek. “No you’re not. You’re beautiful. This blush looks much better than the one you put on with makeup.”
“I’m going to be late for work.”
“Only by a few minutes. If anyone gives you a hard time, tell them the hot young stud you just married gave you two orgasms before breakfast.”
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