Bliss York

I DIDN’T LOOK different. Did I? Standing in my bathroom I studied myself. Would Eli know? Surely not. I didn’t want to talk to him about this. I touched my bare stomach and smiled. Nate Finlay had kissed me there. I had been kissed all over by him. When he’d brought me back last night he had kissed me so gently as if I might break.

Then he had said he’d call me today. What had started as a mistake or what I thought was a mistake had ended wonderfully. I had got my date with Nate and somehow I’d got Nate too. After all these years, we were together again. My heart felt full as if it could burst with all the joy pumping through it right now. I was happy. Truly happier than I’d ever been. Last night had been everything I hoped for. Had dreamed about. Yes, it hurt but the pain had eased and it felt amazing.

Even the tenderness down there this morning was nice. It reminded me of Nate and what we had shared. I didn’t really have anyone I could tell about this. But I didn’t want to. I wanted it to be our private moment. Telling a friend all about it would take away from how special it had been.

Maybe I did look different. I sure felt different. More complete. As if my body knew it had just changed dramatically. That it would never be the same.

“Got coffee made. You want eggs?” Eli called through the door.

No. Yes. I was hungry but facing Eli wasn’t something I was ready for. He would ask about last night and I’d have a goofy smile on my face. He’d know something. What if he guessed? I looked at my reflection in horror. That was not going to happen. I’d be ready to talk to him in a day or two.

But not now.

“Thanks but I’m going to see mom,” I called back. Which I hadn’t been planning on that but now it seemed like it was the only thing I wanted to do. I couldn’t tell her but just seeing her and maybe asking some sex questions and relationship questions might help. She was the only one I had to ask. That I trusted what she had to say.

“Oh. Okay. Do you work tonight?”

I did. I didn’t want to. I wanted to see Nate. But I had a job and I had to be there. “Yeah. Seven to close.”

“I’ll see you tonight then. I’ve got to work all day.”

Eli had a job working at his grandfather’s car lot. He did computer filing and handled their social media. It was an easy gig but I wasn’t jealous. He had offered me a job there too. I just wouldn’t take it. I knew they didn’t need me. I didn’t want them making a job up for me.

“Okay. I’m getting in the shower. If you’re gone when I get out I’ll see you tonight.”

I turned on the water needing to end this conversation. It was awkward because I knew he was wanting to ask me about last night but wouldn’t. He wanted me to just tell him.

This time Eli didn’t get to know everything.

Pulling into my parents’ driveway always made me feel safe. I hadn’t been moved out long but I knew this would always be my home. The boys’ community truck was gone so they had already left for school. I had timed it just right. Dad would be working and the boys were gone.

I liked to see my brothers and father but I wanted mom to myself. I wasn’t even to the door when it opened and she stepped out onto the wide wrap around porch. The smile on her face was big and beautiful just like her. I had always thought I had the prettiest mother.

“I have company I wasn’t expecting. Good thing I made extra biscuits.” Momma always made extra biscuits. She grew up on this farm feeding her grandfather and the workers. It was what she did. Having a husband and three boys to feed made her happy.

“What about tomato gravy? Got any of that?” I asked.

She nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Then I’m starving.”

She wrapped her arms around me when I stepped up onto the porch. “I miss seeing this face every day. Takes all my willpower not to ride into Sea Breeze just to see you. But you look good. You look happy.

“I am happy,” I assured her. Now if she’d asked me this time yesterday I wouldn’t have been able to say the same thing. At least not honestly.

“Come inside and let me feed you while you tell me what or who has that smile on your face,” she said opening the door for us to go inside.

“I had a date last night,” I decided against telling her that I forced that date.

“Oh, with who?”

“Nate Finlay,” I replied.

She paused. “What about his fiancé?”

“They broke it off. After I quit my job. It all kind of snowballed.”

We stepped inside and mom wasn’t saying much. I knew she was thinking this through. Like Eli she didn’t want me hurt. But unlike Eli she was more careful how she handled it. I waited for her to decide what she was going to say next.

Walking over to get a cup out of the cabinet for my coffee, I was holding my breath. I wanted her to be happy for me. But I wasn’t sure she would be. This wasn’t an ideal situation. But it was what I wanted.

“Did he break it off, or did she?” mom finally asked.

“He did.”

“For you”

“No.” I replied watching her face for any hint of what she was thinking.

“Then why?”

“Because he wanted more. They were weird together. No connection. No attachment. She didn’t even seemed to care when he broke things off. It was similar to the way she acted when I quit.”

Mom didn’t fix my plate. She sat down letting me help myself. Which was normal in this house. Momma raised us to take care of ourselves. “Are you happy with him”

That was an easy question. “Very.”

She sighed and put both her hands around the cup of coffee in front of her. “That’s good. I want you happy. I want you to have it all. But I don’t want you hurt and prepare yourself this could hurt you. It seems odd for her to take the breakup that easily.”

“You don’t know what she’s like. She’s self-centered and it was never a real relationship anyway.”

Mom just nodded. “Okay.”

She didn’t go into it any deeper but I could see the look in her eyes. She wasn’t convinced. “Well, tell me all about the date. I want to know if he was everything you hoped he would be.”

He had been more. But I wasn’t telling her everything. There were some things a mother didn’t need to know. I did want to talk about him though. I wanted to smile and feel giddy. I wanted to tell her all about how it happened and how what I thought was a mistake ended up being perfect.

 

Nate Finlay

I SHOULD LEAVE. Bliss deserved more than what I wanted. But fuck me if I could make myself walk away from her. I’d stayed up most of last night replaying every moment in my head. It had been the best date of my life and although Bliss was the marriage, babies, and picket fence kind of girl I was still unable to leave her alone.

Hell, maybe I could do that shit. Settle down and not travel the world. Live in a small town and raise kids. If I got to have sex like that every day and hear her sweet laugh then it was worth it. The life I had planned for myself wasn’t exactly happy. It was lonely. Full of adventure but lonely.

She had me talking crazy. I stared out the window of my Grandpop’s condo and watched the waves crash on the shore. I wondered if she was here. Just a floor up in her room. If I left right now and didn’t come back how would she feel? Would she hate me? Probably. She should hate me. I’d hate me.

No. I couldn’t leave. I had to stay. See if this would be more. If this was what I was searching for when I thought, it was adventure I wanted. This could be an adventure. Bliss may travel. She may want to see things and explore places. I was assuming she wanted the slow life in a small town. I didn’t know that.

I picked up my phone. I said I’d call today. This was my moment. Did I call and stay? Or did I run and not look back? Then regret it for the rest of my life.

I pressed her saved number and waited. On the third ring:

“Hello”

“Good morning. Did you sleep good.” I could see myself in the mirror’s reflection. I was smiling. Her voice made me smile. Why would I run from that?

“Yes and you?”

Not a fucking wink. “Yeah, slept great. Have you had breakfast?” it was almost lunch time. Unless she was lazy then she’d had breakfast.

“Just left my parents’ house. Mom had leftovers from breakfast and we visited.”

She had that life. The same kind I had. We talked about it often when we were younger. How normal our lives were and how we had good parents. I was glad she had that. If she’d had sucky parents would she have survived?

“I’m available for lunch though. I work tonight.”

She would be at Live Bay. I wouldn’t have her all to myself. That put me in a bad mood. I was getting in deep if that bothered me. The girl had to work. I didn’t need to get all moody about it.

“If you’re working tonight then can I have you all day?”

There was a soft laugh on the other line. “Yes.” Her tone was pleased and I hoped that meant she liked the idea of me having her. Because now all I could think about was bending her over the sofa and fucking her sexy sweet ass.

“I’ll be back home in about twenty minutes. When do you want to meet?”

I wasn’t going to be able to eat with the need to touch her this strong. “Come to my grandpop’s condo. We’ll make plans then.”

There was a pause and a hitch in her breath. She was a smart girl. She knew what I wanted and she wanted it to. Thank god.

“Okay.”

We ended the call and I continued to stare. I had my mind on other things now. Like her body and how perfectly it fit mine. No man in his right mind could walk away from that. He wouldn’t want to.

This life . . . suddenly felt really fucking appealing. Or was it the need for Bliss’s body that was changing my mind? I hadn’t wanted Octavia this way. Sure she was a freak. I’d done some crazy porn worthy things with her. But it was different. There was a missing piece and I now knew it was that connection. The one I had with Bliss. The one I’d always had with Bliss.

Octavia’s need to fuck in public places where she knew someone might see us had grown annoying. She got off on being watched. I liked that shit at first but then she started pushing it too far. Like wanting to do it at the shop hoping Bliss would see us. I wasn’t about to go there. The last thing I had wanted Bliss to see was me fucking Octavia.

The first time she wanted to do it, we did it in the men’s restroom at a club. With a guy who walked in watching. She told me to go harder when the guy came in and she became a maniac while he watched. He’d started jacking off while watching us and that made her come. None of us were anywhere near sober but that night I was sure I could live with Octavia the rest of my life.

I’d been wrong. Kinky sex hadn’t been enough. I was reminded of that the moment those boxes fell and Bliss was standing there looking wide eyed and shocked. Deeper meaning had come back to me and I had been fighting it ever since.

The knock on my door brought me back to the here and now. I went to open it and Bliss standing there in a short soft pink sundress with no bra on underneath was all I needed.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked taking her hand and pulling her in the condo then slamming the door behind her.

“Of course.”

I reached under her short dress and tore the small flimsy satin panties off. “Good,” was my response. “Are you sore?”

She blushed. “A little.”

I pushed her back against the door and dropped to my knees. Taking one of her legs I threw it over my shoulder and gently began kissing the pink sensitive flesh I’d had the night before.

“Nate,” she breathed and her head hit the door with a thump. “I don’t know if I can stand while you do this.”

I began working her clit with my tongue and she panted my name along with god’s name. It was adorable and made me want to tease her more. I was actually down here to make it all feel better so I could bury myself inside again. Now. Soon.

I didn’t need someone to watch us to get me off. Or get her off. I was throbbing with excitement just from the smell of her.

Her legs wobbled and she leaned forward and her hands grabbed my shoulders. I gave her one last lick before dropping her leg and standing up.

“I want to fuck you, Bliss. Not the sweet loving we did last night. I want to bend you over and grab your hips and fuck your pussy from behind.”

If I was going to scare her that kind of talk should do it. Instead she was still panting. “Okay. Do you want me to bend over here?”

This time, not laughing at that innocent question was hard. But I didn’t. She was being sincere and I didn’t want to laugh at her.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the sofa. She wasn’t going to be able to stand for this. Not if my eating her pussy had her almost ready to collapse in the floor. “Get on your knees and lean over the back of the sofa.”

She did as I told her and I jerked her dress up exposing her ass to me. I was going to come on that ass. Watch it run down her crack. Jerking my sweats down I was already naked underneath. I stepped out of them and moved in behind her.

“Pull your arms out of your straps and let your tits free. I want to be able to grab them.”