Once I got
back to the hotel and my room, I threw myself on the bed and cried until I had
nothing left inside. What in the hell was I going to do? How was I going to
tell my Mother? She would be devastated. Just when it seemed like I was getting
my life together, I get this bomb dropped on me. I finally had a good job in
graphic design that allowed me to still have time to pursue my own art projects
on the side. I'd even sold a few paintings to private collectors. I'd been off
the opiates for a year now and was finally in a position to regain custody of
my son; even if it was joint custody.
The first person I called, after the
crying jag subsided, was my roommate back home. Brad deserved to know what was
going on since he'd been so generous to me. He was only one of my so called
friends who took me in when my life fell apart. I helped pay the bills,
provided for myself and did all of the cleaning. Since I worked from home most
days of the week, I thought it was only fair I did that since he worked ten
hours a day most days. He wasn't my boyfriend; we didn't have that kind of a
relationship, though I knew he wanted us to. I didn't want to ever get involved
with another man that way. Sex was one thing, but I'd keep my heart to myself.
I knew it was his day off from work, but I still called his cell phone. He was
surprised and sounded upset when I told him. He asked if I would be returning
early. I told him I felt there was no reason to since there was nothing I could
do there; the doctor would call me when he got an appointment, but he didn't
think it'd be any earlier than next week. I kept our conversation brief because
I still had others to call.
After I hung up, I sat and stared at
my cell phone. I needed to tell my Mother. What in the hell was I going to say
to her? Something like, "Happy Thursday Mom! By the way, the neurologist
called to tell me I have a brain tumor." Um yeah, not happening.
The more I thought about it, the more I
wanted to tell her in person. She lived in New Mexico and I lived in Florida.
Of course, right now I was in Colorado. I looked it up on the map feature on my
phone and saw that it was a roughly seven hour drive to my Mom's house in
Albuquerque. I made up my mind that on Sunday morning when Kathy went back home
I was going to rent a car and drive to Albuquerque to tell my mother in person.
I found the nearest car rental place
and made a reservation for Sunday morning. I was told all they had available
were SUVs. I said that would be fine and gave them my information so they would
hold one for me. After I got off the phone with them, I saw that it wasn't
quite three o'clock yet. I had nothing to do for a few hours so I went to take
a shower than decided to nap. I felt so drained from all the emotional turmoil
of the day. I placed my phone on the table next to my head and turned up the
volume so it would wake me if it rang.
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It was a quarter after five when the
ringing woke up me. I didn't recognize the number but the realization dawned in
my foggy, half-asleep mind that Ben didn't give me his number. I answered it to
discover it was Ben.
After he said hello in response to
my sleepy greeting, he went on, "I'm sorry to wake you Darling, but I
thought you might want time to get ready for our dinner date. Is your friend
back yet?"
"No, it's just me here. Thanks
for waking me; I wouldn't want to look like a zombie when I see you. You've
already had to deal with a nose bleed, I don't think you're ready for my 'just
woke up' look."
He chuckled sexily. Was everything
that man did sexy? "I'm sure you're beautiful first thing in the morning;
especially after a night of passionate lovemaking."
Oh for the love of Loki! Did he
really just say that? Was he really flirting with me? I actually felt myself
blush, but I boldly replied, "There's only one way for you to find
out."
He let out another low sexy laugh
and replied, "I intend to find out Darling. Now go get ready, I'll be
there in about thirty minutes. Wear something pretty for me."
"I don't really wear dresses
Ben; I'm not a girly girl."
"You don't have to wear a dress
to be pretty Darling. I was thinking something low cut in a flattering
color."
"Oh, well, that I definitely
have."
We then said our good-byes and hung
up. I saved his number in my phone and labeled it Ben. I went to my suitcase
and began looking through my clothes; I didn't bring much since it was just for
the weekend with a lot of walking. I had impulsively brought along a pair of
black heels though I didn't think I'd wear them; I guess I was mistaken. I
pulled out inky black jeans and a dark fuchsia colored three-quarter sleeve
blouse that had a faux wrap front resulting in a plunging neckline. I also
pulled out my black lace push-up bra and matching bikini panties to wear under
it. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before getting
dressed. A powder mineral foundation and pink mineral lipstick was as much
makeup as I ever wore, so I applied them. I then stood there debating about how
to wear my long curly auburn hair; up would make my neck sexy and inviting, but
I looked better with it down. I decided to keep it down while pulling back the
sides to clip together with a large gold barrette in the back of my head. I was
ready to go in less than thirty minutes. I nervously waited nearly ten minutes
for him to arrive at my door.
He greeted me with an enormous smile
when I opened the door and he quickly took in the full view of my body.
"You look even more beautiful than you did this morning," he said as
he leaned in to kiss my forehead.
I blushed and thanked him as I
closed the door behind me. He took my hand and escorted me to the elevators and
down to the lobby where the restaurant was located. It wasn't crowded so we
were seated immediately. He started asking me all sorts of questions after we
placed our orders; he said he really wanted to get to know me. He was surprised
to learn that I had a six year old son.
"He lives with his father for
right now."
"Oh, I see; nasty divorce?"
"No, we were never married.
He's in the Marine Corps and we met through mutual friends. We dated for over a
year and had a child. He wasn't really involved in his son's life until two
years ago when he sued me for custody because I was addicted to prescription
painkillers and had lost my job. He had abandoned us shortly after the child
was born and had not even bothered to keep in touch. I have no idea how he
found out what happened; it had to have been friends. My son was the best thing
that came of that relationship."
"Can you have more children? I
guess it's more appropriate to ask: do you want any more children?"
I smiled. "Well I always wanted
a little girl, but the only men I'd dated since my son was born turned out to
be jerks who only wanted me for sex. Of course, it wouldn't be practical for me
to have children right now since I'm going to have to go through some kind of
cancer treatments and I don't know how long that will last or how my body will
respond to it. I have to admit though, I still have that baby longing feeling
every time I see someone with a baby girl. I really love babies and it makes me
a little sad when they grow up. It is interesting to watch your child grow up
and develop into their own person; it's just a shame that it seems to happen so
fast. They really are little for just a short time, even if it is hard to
realize that sometimes because you're sleep deprived. Motherhood is the hardest
job I've ever had, but it's also the most rewarding in ways I never
imagined."
"That is the most beautiful
thing I've ever heard a woman say."
Our food arrived at that moment so I
didn't reply, but he could probably see I was blushing. Once the waiter left,
he said, "I'm being completely honest, that was really beautiful. I've
wanted children for years, but I've never had much luck in the romance
department. I had an on and off relationship with one woman for several years,
but she didn't want to get married and have a family. I finally moved on
because I realized our relationship wasn't what I truly wanted in life. Now I'm
single and nearly forty and wonder what on Earth is wrong with me. Don't get me
wrong, plenty of women find me sexually appealing apparently, but that's all I
am to them; none of them want a real relationship. They see me and they have
all these preconceived ideas of who I am based on the characters I play. I
guess once they spend time with me, they don't like who I really am."
"That's actually a bit sad;
that people treat you that way. I look into your eyes and I want to know the
man that's in there. Acting is something you do; it's not the man you
are."
He gazed at me intently for a few
minutes before reaching across the small table to caress my left cheek with his
hand. I felt a very gentle pulling sensation so I moved closer to him while he
leaned across the table and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Thank you for
that," he said afterward. "I hope you really like the man you get to
know."
He then sat back and we continued
eating, talking about less personal things. Once we finished, we had to wait a
while for the waiter to bring our check because business had picked up. I
suddenly felt his hand slide between my thighs and stroke my left inner thigh.
I gasped slightly and stared at him in surprise.
"Please come with me to
my room," he said softly as he leaned closer to me.
I felt his hand move higher until
his fingertips brushed against my crotch. I managed to squeak out an OK around
the lump that had formed in my throat. He paid the bill and took my hand to
lead me out of the restaurant and to the elevators. We ended up being alone in
the elevator so he pinned me against the wall and kissed me passionately. I
responded to his fervor as I wrapped my arms around his neck and curled my
fingers up into his hair. He didn't stop kissing me until the elevator stopped
at his floor. He practically ran down the hall to his room and I did have to
trot a bit to keep up with his long legs. As soon as we were in the room, he
pinned me against the wall and began kissing me. He then suddenly picked me up
so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bedroom of his
suite and playfully dropped me onto the bed. I squealed with delight while he
grabbed my feet and pulled off my heels. He then unfastened my jeans, pausing
to ask if it was OK for him to take them off.
"You can strip me naked and
have your way with me," I replied.
"O good, we have the same
plans."
He pulled them off and then grabbed
the hem of my shirt and lifted it up. I sat up so he could remove it. He then
began undressing himself as he said, "I'm definitely not disappointed in
the view."
As soon as he was naked, I
exclaimed, "Neither am I!"
He then yanked my panties off before
he leaned over to kiss me again while he unhooked my bra. As soon as he'd flung
it aside, he cupped both of my breasts in his hands and began kneading them
slowly. His lips soon followed as he traced circles around my left nipple with
his tongue before he drew it up between his lips to suck it. I started moaning
as he slowly made his way to the other one to lick and suck on my nipple. After
a long time spent playing with them, he slowly kissed his way down my abdomen
and stopped at the beginning of my slit. He was already between my legs so he
dropped to his knees on the floor and spread the folds of flesh apart before he
shoved his tongue in between and licked me from bottom to top like a lollipop.
He repeated the action before he paused to tell me I tasted good. He then drew
my clitoris slowly up between his lips and sucked it vigorously. I moaned even
louder. He slid two fingers inside of my hole and began to slide them back and
forth in a slow teasing manner while he continued to suck my clitoris.
He stopped sucking and asked,
"Can you take another one up there?"
"Yes," I moaned out.
I then felt him slip a third finger
inside and turn them sideways while he massaged my clitoris with his thumb. He had
his eyes on me, watching my reactions as he moved his fingers faster. My
moaning grew even louder as I felt that sweet tension slowly building in my
pelvis. After a few minutes, he withdrew his third finger as he turned them
back palm up to plunge them even deeper inside of me so he could rub a spot
that felt absolutely amazing. He went back to alternately sucking my clit and
flicking it side to side with his tongue. I drew my legs up and put my feet on
his shoulders as that sensation in my pelvis became more intense and my release
was imminent.
He suddenly began rubbing that sweet
spot on my upper front wall rapidly while sucking hard on my clit. My climax
peaked within seconds and I arched my back as I screamed his named while my
pelvis erupted into intense spasms of ecstasy. I felt fluid squirt from my slit
and I knew it had to have soaked his face. He slowly withdrew from me and
helped me slide all the way up onto the bed as he said, "You made a
terrible mess all over my face young lady."
I grabbed him and said, "Let me
clean it off for you."
I began licking his cheeks and he
moved to where he was laying on the bed next to me. I sat up and leaned over
him so I could continue. I trailed my tongue all over his face before I kissed
him fervidly. My own sweet juices were heavy on his lips and tongue as we
kissed. I moved to straddle him and felt him push up so he was stroking me with
his hard cock. I moaned and stopped kissing him to say, "You're huge Mr.
Cumberbatch."
"Indeed I am Baby. Can you take
it up there?"
"I sure can," I replied as
I lowered myself onto him and felt him penetrate me.
I kept moving until he was buried
within me up to his hilt as I sat upright. I began to slowly ride him. He
squeezed and massaged my ass as I rode him. He soon started rocking his hips
and encouraging me to go faster. I picked up the pace a bit, but apparently not
enough to satisfy him as he soon sat up and pulled me closer so he could fuck
me harder and faster. I grabbed his shoulders and held on as he was moving fast
and holding me in such a manner that I couldn't move my own hips much. He
started groaning some so I could tell he was close. Minutes later he unloaded
in me. I had another intense orgasm and nearly screamed again.
He was breathing hard and I could
feel his heart racing as he continued to hold me close. He soon released me and
I moved to lie down on the bed with my head on the pillows. He soon moved to
join me, pulling down the blankets and crawling under them. I shifted so I
could pull down the blankets and get under them as well. I moved to lay my head
on his chest and he put his arm around me. He laid there playing with my curly
hair. When he had been exploring my lower regions, I had removed my barrette to
be more comfortable so my curls were now free to fall in my face. He pulled a
thick, long curl up to examine it closer briefly before letting it fall back down.
"Are you naturally a redhead?" He suddenly asked.
"Well, sort of. In my baby
pictures my hair was more of a chestnut, which is a light brown with a lot of
red in it. It went through phases of being darker than getting lighter in the
summer when I was outside all the time. This particular shade of red does come
from a bottle though. The curls however are completely natural, even though I
use products to keep it from frizzing."
"Why do you dye your
hair?"
"I have a lot of gray and it
makes me look like I'm about forty-five instead of thirty-five. Between stress
and genetics, my poor hair has suffered. At some point in my life though, my
hair has been everything from strawberry blond to blue-black. I looked terrible
as a blond!"
He chuckled and said, "I couldn't
picture you as a blond. Brunette to redhead looks right for you."
I then shifted so I could kiss his
lips. After he said, "I've been trying to figure it out since we met and I
have to know: what color are your eyes exactly? They looked very green this
morning and now they look like a pale blue."
I laughed. "Technically they
are both. I have heterochromia iridium. My eyes are blue and yellow. Light makes them look more blue and yellow than green."
"Really? That's amazing! I have
the same condition. Do your eyes seem to change according to what you're
wearing as well as from the light?"
"Yes they are very color
reflective if I wear blue or green. I had on a green shirt this morning, remember?"
"Oh
that's right, you were wearing green."
He was quiet after that and I began
to doze off. The sex had been amazing and it felt so good to lay here in his
arms, with my head on his firm chest. Suddenly he asked me, "What was the
event you were supposed to go to with your friend this afternoon?"
"We were going to meet Tom
Hiddleston."
He laughed and replied, "Well
if you still want to meet him, I'll introduce you tomorrow. He's one of my
close friends. Incidentally, would you like to spend the day with me?"
"Tomorrow? Sure I'd love
to."
"I only have a couple of
appearances scheduled and you can either be with me or hang out in the lounge.
I'm totally free after that."
"Sounds great," I replied
as I yawned noisily.
He kissed my forehead and told me to
get some sleep. "I want more in the morning anyway so you should take the
opportunity to recover."
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