Amanda
“Mom.”
“Don’t even talk to me,” Mandy snapped. She put down her bag and briefcase where she stood. What did it matter? The house was a shambles and she was too tired and disheartened to do anything about it. Screw it. She brushed past her children and went to the kitchen. It was no better there. The remains of a take-out dinner were strewn about on the counter and table. She drifted past is all and went to the refrigerator for something cold to drink.
Nothing.
Not a soda, not a beer, not even milk was there. They had drunk it all.
If she hadn’t been so tired she would have cried. Instead, she stomped out of the kitchen and through the living room, ignoring her children’s wide-eyed stares, and went to her bedroom. The hell with them. Obviously, they could take care of themselves.
Nobody was taking care of her.
Amanda laid down on the bed, not bothering to straighten the jumbled blankets, not bothering to undress. The hell with it. The hell with everything. Work was too hard. Life was too hard. Nothing was working but her; twenty hour days, seven days a week. She closed her eyes and let her exhaustion take over.
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“Mandy, honey, wake up.”
The voice, deep and gentle, pulled Amanda from her sleep. The room was dark and the house was silent around her. She felt hands on her shoulders. Strong hands rubbing and massaging away the tension there.
“Mandy, wake up.”
Amanda sat up and rubbed her eyes. There was someone there with her, she could see the silhouette. They were holding her hand now, helping her to stand up. A steady arm wrapped itself around her waist and led her from the bedroom.
The house was transformed. All of the clutter was gone. The television was silent. Everything was in its place, and candles burned everywhere, creating a warm, hazy glow. She felt the embrace around her waist tighten, and turned her head to see who it was that was with her. It didn’t register for a moment, the same way the state of her house didn’t sink in.
“Brian?”
“You’re not awake,” he said, a chuckle in his voice. He squeezed her again. “You need something to eat.”
“Brian?” She shook her head. He was certainly right, she wasn’t awake. So if she wasn’t awake, it wasn’t happening. She wasn’t going to the kitchen. She wasn’t sitting at the table, decked with candles and flowers. She wasn’t eating... “Hush puppies?”
“And macaroni and cheese,” Brian said with a flourish, spooning a great heap of it onto her plate. “Can’t really cook much, but Ah know how to make a mean hush puppy.”
They were good; fried up crisp and light. She ate them all, and the cheesy noodles, while Brian sat on the opposite side of the table and ate some, too. He poured her a glass of iced tea, and the glass was never empty, no matter how much she drank.
“Have you had enough?” he asked her.
“I don’t know,” she replied. Her plate was clean. Her stomach was full. She smiled. “Yes, I think I’ve had enough.”
“Ah don’t know, Ah think you might have room for a little something else,” he murmured in her ear. Very slowly, very gently, he pulled her fiery hair aside and kissed the curve of her neck. His hands slipped over the silky fabric of her blouse and cupped her breasts. “Just a little something more,” he said. “Just for you.”
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The bedroom was dark and quiet. Brain led Amanda into the room and shut the door behind them. It made a ‘click’ that echoed off the walls as the door latched. He seemed more at home in her room than she was at the moment. Taking her by the hand, he brought her to the bed and sat her on the edge of it.
“You’re doin’ too much, darlin’,” he told her as he dropped to his knees and began to rub her feet. Then her calves. Deep rubbing that made her stiff muscles sing with relief. Up, up, up her legs he went, massaging her thighs through her skirt, massaging her waist, and her arms. “You’re all tensed up, Mandy.” He knelt between her legs, his hands on her shoulders now, working around to the back of her neck.
“That feels so nice,” she murmured.
“Good.” He got to his feet, climbed onto the bed with her, pulling her back into his arms.
Amanda felt his breath on her neck where his hands had been. He seemed to be skimming along her skin, not touching her, but close enough to raise the hairs on her arms. The next thing she knew he was kissing her neck and working the buttons of her blouse open. The material seemed to dissolve around her as he pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms, as he ran the backs of his fingers over her skin and nibbled at her neck and ear. She moved to raise her hand, to touch his face, and he stopped her.
“No, no. You don’t have to do a thing,” Brian told her. And he reached around to press his mouth to hers.
His kiss was hard and demanding, demanding of her to accept it, to accept the firm stroke of his hands lifting her breasts, kneading them through the softness of her bra. As Amanda lost herself in the long, continuous assault of his lips and tongue, Brian pulled the straps of her bra down. His fingers were deft, dipping under tops of the cotton cups, drawing them down, under her curves so her breasts were framed and lifted. Then his fingertips found her nipples, already hard just from his kisses.
Amanda moaned into his mouth, felt his lips move into a smile as he toyed with her nipples, pinched them, circled them. He moved her like a rag doll, bending her torso back over one, strong arm and slipping his mouth down, down, down to capture one tortured nipple with his mouth, to tease it with his tongue.
Now she clutched, now she held on, her fingers playing with his silky hair, with the tiny waves of it that caressed his neck. Brian didn’t stop her. Instead, his free hand worked its way over her belly, past the waistband of her skirt, and past the elastic of her panties. His delicate touch sought the moistness between her legs, sought her swollen clitoris and found it, rubbed it, all the while keeping her mouth covered with his, stealing her moans.
Amanda felt herself going over the edge, felt her thighs tense as her orgasm came, quick and severe. And Brian held her, kissed her, whispered to her as the pleasure built and broke inside of her.
Brian lowered Amanda’s quaking body to the mattress. He took his time undressing her, tossing the few clothes she still wore onto the floor beside the bed. Everywhere his fingers touched he kissed, soft kisses, sometimes only hints of breath on her skin, making her shiver.
She floated. She dozed.
Then Brian was above her, settling into her arms, a solid plane of warm, naked flesh as he rested one leg between hers and descended on her, scooped her up in his arms. She looked up into his aqua eyes and saw them smiling at her, saw his grin. She smiled back and sighed.
“Ah think you just needed to get that out of the way now, didn’t you?” he asked her with another smile. He kissed her lips, a light kiss full of promise. “Sweet Mandy,” he breathed. He kissed her eyelids and the tip of her nose. “Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me what you want.”
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Amanda knew exactly what she wanted. She stroked Brian’s soft, reddish curls as he rested between her legs, his tongue teasing the erect tip of her clitoris. The first touch was annihilating, the rest was heaven. He stroked her thighs, alternating between pressing them close to his cheeks and sucking on her or spreading them wide and driving his tongue into the hot folds of her pussy while the tip of his nose teased the sensitive bud of flesh laid bare.
Orgasms seemed to pile themselves up on her, one after the other. Amanda couldn’t tell where one began, where one ended and she didn’t care, she only cared about the extent of her pleasure and Brian’s tireless attention.
He moved back to her clitoris again, circling it to draw it up and into his mouth. His fingers moved between her legs now, entering her, first one, then two, moving in and out of her, widening her opening. She was ready for him, had been ready for him from the start. Now she craved penetration, the filling of being filled. Her hips rode his shallow thrusts, wanting more, wanting that firm rod of flesh she felt burning against her leg.
Like a cat, Brian moved up between her legs, rubbing his skin against hers in one long, lush caress of flesh on flesh. He drew her legs up with him, hooking them over his arms to hold her open. Looking down, between them, Amanda could see the engorged head of his penis as it rested against her. For a moment, their eyes met, and she saw the twinkle in his, the curve of his smile, then he began to ease into her, to impale her on his length in a single, slow thrust of his hips.
“Sweet angel,” he whispered in her ear. He wrapped her legs around him and pressed her to the bank of pillows under her shoulders. A single arm held her, while his other hand braced himself on the wall above her head.
His mouth seemed greedy to her, hungry for every kiss. His body, lean and tight, moved in a slow rhythm that tantalized her, made her feel all of him as he worked himself in and out of her, never really leaving the tight confines of the wet, velvet-soft tunnel that held him. And he smiled, Amanda felt his grin on her lips, her neck, her face, as he loved her with every ounce of himself, giving and taking, sharing the relentless pleasure they created with each other until it built, then broke in a million shattering pieces around them.
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“Sleep now, angel.” Amanda heard the voice from very far away, felt soothing hands and burning lips on her satiated flesh. Yes, sleep, now. She could sleep now, with the warm blanket of Brian’s body beside her.
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It was the late morning sun creeping across her face that woke Amanda. She peered at the clock and noted that it was just before noon. She bolted from bed and pulled on her robe, frantic. No alarm, no phone call to wake her, just the sun and she was late, late, late...
“Mornin’ mom.”
Her kids were planted in front of the television, mid scuffle for the controls.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“We live here,” her daughter said. “You okay?”
“School?!?”
“It’s Saturday, mom.”
They turned away from her shaking their heads.
Amanda allowed herself to breathe. Saturday. Once she gave herself a moment to compose her thoughts, she noticed that the house was spotless. None of the clutter was there, none of the usual debris. She went into the kitchen and was greeted with a hot pot of coffee and an equally spotless environment in which to drink it.
Her daughter joined her for a quick moment, just as she sat at the kitchen table.
“Sorry about last night,” she apologized. “We just weren’t...”
“It’s okay honey, forget about it.” Amanda smiled into her cup. Now that she had time to remember it, her dream of Brian came back to her full force. She wasn’t bothered by anything now.
Her daughter shrugged and gave her a grin, happy to let it go. She got up from where she was leaning on the counter and left the room, then popped her head back into the kitchen.
“We would have cleaned it up today, mom, you didn’t have to do that, and hey, great potato balls.” Then she was gone.
Amanda sat, coffee cup poised mid-air at her lips.
She sat that way for a while, until the coffee cooled and she was able to remove the smile from her lips and drink it.
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