(David)

“Please pass up your tests and I will collect them.”

I stood up from my desk and saw my students passing up their tests with one or two of the underachievers desperately trying to fit in as much as they could before the pile of test papers got to them. When I collected all of the test papers I sat back down at my desk as began to look over the tests. When I got half way through I saw there was a note at the bottom of the test with the name Mikayla Simmons on it. “Meet you outside after school. I’m making lasagna tonight!”

I looked over to the pretty redhead with green eyes who was talking with one of her friends. Mika, that is what most everyone called her, was a fourteen year old prodigy. She had it all. Her grades were top of her middle school class and she was even captain of her field hockey team. There was just one odd thing about her, she was also my wife.

It happened two years ago. Her father was Antonio Attaco, CEO and founder of the Attaco Group, a multi-billion dollar a year conglomerate that he built up with my father starting with a small tech firm in the garage at the house my grandfather rented them when they were in college. Mika’s mother died in childbirth and he raised her on his own. You would think a dad like that would have ignored his daughter but he doted on her every second he could give her. Just when I was about to graduate college (early at Twenty so yeah, bow down to the nerd who never had a girlfriend because he was too busy going to college at sixteen!) I got a call from my dad. Uncle Antonio was dying and wanted to talk to me.

When I arrived at the massive mansion I was led into the master bedroom where they set up full hospice care for Uncle Antonio complete with the latest, and in some cases experimental, medical technology available. Mika was there, her eyes puffy from crying but she was doing her best to hide her sorrow with a smile. Her fire red hair had a slight curl to it making her look like a doll, or an angel. Probably the latter.

Uncle Antonio of course wasn’t my real uncle, just to make it clear. He and my dad were best friends since kindergarten but the man lying in the bed with tubes and an oxygen mask barely looked anything like the man who taught me how to swim in his pool and used to take me on trips with Mika to Disney World every summer. He looked old, too old for only being forty five. My dad explained that he was diagnosed with a rare degenerative disease that didn’t even have a name yet and they didn’t know how much longer he was going to last.

Uncle Antonio opened his green eyes that started to turn a milky pale color and looked at me. “I’m sorry David. I can’t see well these days, can you please come closer.”

I took a seat next to him and across from Mika.

He smiled. “Ah, there you are. I am so sorry you had to see me in this state but I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Anything sir,” I replied.

“I am dying. No, don’t be sad for me. My wife Sarah is waiting for me and I have been missing her for twelve years. My only regret is that I won’t be able to see my Mika when I pass on from this world for what I hope is a long time. I won’t be able to watch her grow and become a woman or have children of her own.” A tear formed in his eye. “But I have a request, one that you are fully free to deny but please give it thought. I want to have the right that any father should have. I talked about this with Mika and she has agreed. I ask you to marry her and give me the honor of giving away my girl to the only man I can trust to care for her when I am gone.”

May jaw would have hit the floor and gone straight through to China if it wasn’t attached to my head. “But sir, I mean, Mika can’t get married. She’s twelve. I mean I wouldn’t mind but this isn’t legal and she-” He stopped me.

“I arranged it so that she would be given special dispensation to marry at her age. Congress passed the dispensation and the President signed it into law in a special session. They owed me at least that much after all the donation money I gave those vultures.” He chuckled but it quickly turned into a cough. He held his hand up to stop the doctor who was rushing over. When he caught his breath he continued. “I asked Mika who she wished to marry and yours was the only name she gave me. She has been fond of you ever since she could walk.”

“Dad!” Mika blushed beet red but her father gave her the same grin he used to give when he was about to tickle me when I was young.

“Sorry to let your secret crush know but I don’t have much time left my sweet girl. David Simmons, will you grant this dying man his final wish? I know it is an imposition to you and I am sure you would have liked to have had a little more time but sadly…”

I didn’t know what to say. Who would be able to say anything to the shock of being asked to marry a twelve year old girl. I am not a pedophile. OK you, stop looking at your computer screen like that! I swear I am not into pre-teens but Mika was a very pretty girl and yeah I always fantasized about what she would look like when she grew into a woman but come on. Raise your hand if you would want to screw a twelve year old. Holy shit that is a lot of you! OK so I may have stared at her when she wasn’t looking a few times but you have to understand I have a thing for redheads and she has always been stunningly beautiful. I may not have been sexually attracted to her but a flawless painting of a tree is still flawless even if you aren’t into nature, right? Plus I was hopeless when it came to even talking to beautiful women because I would just freeze up when they looked at me which is why I was still a virgin at twenty and if the pictures of her mother were any indication Mika would grow into super model hot and we got along great. She did say she wanted to marry me and I can’t really deny the dying wish of a father who has always been like a second dad to me.

“Uncle Antonio I accept. I would be honored.”

Uncle Antonio smiled. “Then please…” He indicated to the fireplace where I noticed for the first time a man sitting with a bible in his hands and a priest’s collar.

“Wait, now? Like right now? But I don’t have rings or,” I stammered but I was interrupted by Uncle Antonio handing me a box with two rings in it. One was a plain gold wedding band and the other looked to be silver with little gold roses around the outside.

“You can have these. They were the ones my wife and I used for our wedding. It seems appropriate that they should pass on to you two.” He took my hand and places it over Mika’s. “Please promise to take good care of my daughter when I am gone.”

I promised and for the first time I could see a real genuine smile on Mika’s face. We exchanged our vows in a small ceremony and just like that I was married to the same girl I remember having to hold while she screamed in terror on “It’s A Small World” when she was seven. She would stay with her father for his last days and when he passed it was arranged that she would move in with me. He lasted another year and Mika transfered to the school that I taught at right after the funeral.

Now she was fourteen and while we were married I insisted that she have her own room until she reached legal age. It was more for her than for me. I didn’t want to interfere with her school life and it would be completely inappropriate for a man in his twenties to be sexually active with an underage teen girl who was also his student, marriage or no. But she was determined to be as much of a model wife and she was a model student so she took it upon herself to cook and clean the small house I bought with the help of my Dad. Though I really wish he would stop referring to it as our “love nest” when he called to check up on us.

The thing is over the past year I really did fall in love with Mika. I mean romantically. She has always been so quiet but ever since she moved in we have gotten really close. Also there is the fact that my prediction of her becoming super model hot is coming true in spades. On the day we got married she still looked like a kid with no development in sight but over the past two years she got both barrels from the puberty fairy’s shotgun of sexy with hips that won’t quit, a tiny waist and legs for days. Then there is the chest department where her B cup bra is already starting to show signs that an upgrade is very close around the corner. Hey I may not be a pedophile but she isn’t a prepubescent child anymore and I am allowed to find my wife sexy all right?

“Mr. Simmons?”

I guess I’d better stop reminiscing about the past and get back to my class.

“Yes Rachel.”

Rachel was Mika’s friend that she sat next to.

“Mr. Simmons the bell just rang. Can we go?”

“Oh yes. Sorry I was lost in thought. Class dismissed.” All the students rose up having long packed their things away. Mika gave me a wink as she continued to talk with her friends as they left. While we didn’t flaunt our relationship the Headmaster was informed of our special circumstance and all he asked was that we keep that information to ourselves and not damage the reputation of the school, something which I had no intention of doing while Mika was a student here. The school, Properton Academy, was a private middle and high school so that meant keeping our secret until Mika graduated. Rachel did know about our relationship since Mika told her but as far as I know no one else had a clue and I intended to keep it that way.

I met Mika at the front door of the school along with Rachel and we all walked home together. Rachel lived across the street and our houses were in walking distance so it was more convenient. Luckily everyone just thought since they didn’t take a bus home I was just walking them for safety reasons because the Headmaster ordered me to since Mika was the heiress to a massive fortune that her father left her.

When we got to our house Rachel waved goodbye and said something about wishing Mika luck. She must be talking about the test. Mika never needed luck on tests because like her father before her she was just as brainy. We walked into our home and she threw her backpack into her room and changed out of her uniform, a royal blue pleated skirt with a matching jacket and button down white shit with a thin blue tie, and into white shorts and a Minnie Mouse t-shirt that no longer made it past her bellybutton. I think she got it when she was eleven on our last visit to Disney World with her dad. I can’t believe she still fit in it at all but now, damn she looked stunning. She went into the kitchen to start on dinner and I kicked my shoes off and relaxed on the couch after my long day at work. I fell asleep listening to the sounds of Mika in the kitchen.

>>25212
Chapter 2 in a few days

I wonder if the good luck wish was for something other than the test...

Looking forward to your next update.

Did I say a few days? I hope you don't mind if I...

(Mika)

I always loved David since I was a little girl. My dad would always take me to see him when he used to go to Judo tournaments. Uncle Ashton, sorry, I guess it’s still hard to think of him as my Father-in-Law, invited us every time and we would always go to cheer David on. I started dreaming about him when I was little. He always looked so strong when he fought and when he lost he would just turn around and train harder. He was like that in school too. His dad still likes to tell the story of the only time David got a B+ on a test and spent a week in his room straight studying. How in the world is a girl supposed to resist a man with that amount of determination. He is also hot.

Let me be blunt. He is gorgeous. All the girls in school talk about him all the time with their little giggles and gossip. I don’t mind them looking. He is mine after all and while they can’t touch it still makes me happy to hear that my bias is well founded.

“David?” I checked to see if he was asleep. He won’t lay a finger on me because he thinks it isn’t right but I can’t help myself. I sneaked over to him and slid carefully next to him on the couch. I leaned over and tenderly brushed my lips over his. I know I am not supposed to but I steal kisses from him every chance I can. I could feel my heartbeat start to pound in my chest. I love him so much I could burst!

I cuddled into him and felt the slow rhythm of his breathing. His smell devoured me. It was the scent of Old Spice body wash and sweat but not the gross kind of sweat. It was heavenly. I haven’t tried alcohol yet but I could only imagine that what I felt breathing him in was what being drunk must feel like. My mind went all fuzzy every time I was near him, or looked at him, or did his laundry and got wrapped into his smell. I could feel the heat between my legs pool. God damn I wanted him!

My hand slid into his shirt and I felt his flat, toned stomach. I peeped on him a few times in the shower so I knew every inch of him already but what I loved most was his stomach. Yes, I fantasized about covering him in whipped cream and licking every bit off his perfect stomach. Don’t judge.

“Beep, beep, beep!”

Oh no! I completely forgot about the lasagna!

(David)

The smell of dinner woke me up from my nap. I had another dream Mika was kissing me.

“David, dinner.”

Mika was silent all through dinner like there was something on her mind. I tried to talk with her but I only got single word answers. Usually she’s so talkative. I want to respect her privacy because she is still only a teenager and if I remember my time in middle school I was happy to brood over things and not be bothered. I looked at her plate, trying hard not to linger on the cleavage she was showing with her too small Minnie Mouse t-shirt. She hadn’t even taken a bite of her food and I was almost done. She just kept pushing around the one bite that just kept missing her fork.

“Mika, is there something wrong?”

She jumped with a start. She must have been daydreaming because a blush started to form on her cheeks.

“Ah, no. Well…” She started. “Do you, Um, like me?”

I wanted to say “Hell yes!” to her but somehow the words that I kept in my head decided to run off on me.

“It’s stupid. Sorry.” She took a drink of water.

“Of course I like you, Mika. What’s not to like?” I took a drink of my water. I have no idea where she got that idea but I-

“Then why won’t you have sex with me?”

Water shot all over the table as I coughed and sputtered gasping for air. I am sure I misheard that because of the whole trying to be the first person to drown on dry land. “(Cough) What?”

“Look,” she put her fork down. “I love you, David. I love you with all my heart and I want to have sex. Not just sex. I want to sleep in the same bed with you. I want you to call me Honey and kiss me and everything.”

“I don’t think-”

She put her fork down and shot me a look that told me to let her finish speaking or that fork would be flying at me next.

“David we are married! Married couples get to fuck each other stupid! I am your wife, David. You are my husband. I see how you look at me when I am walking around in clothes like these. I know when you are staring at my boobs. I’m telling you it’s OK. We are entitled to it!” She held up her ring like it was a weapon.

“Mika you are only fourteen. It would be wrong.”

“We have a special dispensation. It’s OK.”

“To get married. It doesn’t change the age of consent laws!” I have no idea why I was fighting her on this so much. I wanted to do it with her just as badly as she wanted to do it with me. I wanted to be so deep into her that the person who pulled me out would be named King of England. But I didn’t want to ruin her life before she was old enough to understand what she was asking for.

“I don’t care, David. I won’t tell anyone. I haven’t told anyone I am married to the twenty-two year old teacher that all the other girls want to fuck.”

If I had been drinking water at that point I would absolutely be drowning now. “But. Mika you did tell Rachel.”

“Well yeah but she is my best friend and she is keeping our secret. She lives across the street so it isn’t like we would have been able to hide it. Plus she already knows I want to do it with you.”

I buried my face in my hands and took a deep breath. The more we argued the more she started to make sense. We are married and married people have sex, it is part of the package. A beautiful redhead with a body to die for is pressing me for the one thing I wanted to do with her since she moved in and here I am trying to not do that. What kind of loser am I? Most guys my age would jump at this chance and moonwalk into a jail cell with their head held high. I had only one argument left. “What if you got pregnant?”

She smiled. Uh oh. “I’m on the pill so you can even do me raw.”

“Did you- Mika since when are you on the pill?” And where the hell did she learn “do me raw” from anyway?

“Rachel and her mom took me a month ago to get a prescription. Since I don’t have a mom here to take me her mom volunteered to take us both. Plus it helps with cramps.”

I threw my hands up. I ran out of arguments and I decided I put up enough of a resistance to know that I was not in charge of this one. “OK, fine. You win.” I bowed before her like I do when she kicks my ass at Tekken. Seriously that girl is deadly in a fighting game. But hey at least it is a win-win situation.

(Mika)

It was our first fight but I won. Now I finally got to have what I wanted for so long.

“David I want to move into your room tonight.”

“Fine.”

“I also want you to start calling me ‘Dear’ from now on when we are at home. We are married.” Finally a smile from him.

“Yes dear,” he grinned. There was the man I fell in love with. I was starting to get worried that I was in a parallel dimension or something and that wasn’t my kind, sweet David. I finished my dinner and drink before he had a chance to eat his last bite and then I was off to take a shower. Tonight I was going to finally be a married woman and there was no way in hell I was going to let the chance of smelling bad ruin our first time. It was both our first time so I was going to make this night as perfect for him as it will be for me.

I quickly cleaned every inch of me and slipped into my closet and piked out the perfect red lace panties and the matching bra that Rachel helped me buy. Covering that I put on a white night gown that was almost too short to cover my butt. I worked a perfect French braid into my hair and decided a little makeup would help spice up our first night. We never got to have a wedding night like in the romance novels that filled my bookcase but tonight I was going to make up for that by fucking David until the sun came up.

I gave myself a once over just to make sure everything was perfect. Once I decided there was nothing left to adjust I slipped into David’s room to wait for my love to make me his in every way. Nothing was going to go wrong tonight.

(David)

I decided that nothing was going to go wrong tonight. I was going to make Mika’s first time, and mine, perfect. I heard that a girl’s first time could be painful but I read that if you do enough foreplay it should be fine. I wasn’t planning on using that information so soon but I did look up tips on how to be a good lover, especially with a virgin.

I did the dishes and put away the leftovers. Those will be very useful as a midnight snack tonight I am guessing. Since tonight is a Friday night and it’s close to winter we have all day to make up for going to bed late. On top of that we are going to be going to bed together for the first time. It’s almost like I am in the perfect erotic romance novel. It’s a good thing I’m not or something would happen to ruin the whole night.

“Ding, Dong.”

The doorbell? Maybe it’s Mika’s friend returning a book. She does that sometimes because Mika has a much larger collection of romance novels. I opened the door.

“Hello, Mr. Simmons. I’m Nancy Patterson from the East Coast Times. Can I ask you a few questions?”

I don't think things are going to go perfect for our heroes tonight. Stay tuned for more coming down the pipe as soon as I get it written. The good news is that I just can't stop obsessively thinking about this story so it shouldn't be a long wait. I am trying to up my daily word output endurance so that should be another boost to my output.

Good work, I like the writing and the situation, but you really need to use more of these ,,,,,, it would improve the pacing of the story too.

>>25218
Thanks for the advice. I will use more commas to adjust the pacing. The next chapter should be ready once I get a few hours free to work on it.

Slight problem with not liking how my current draft of chapter 3 is going. The good news is that I transferred everything I have so far into Scrivener so it will make things slightly easier to keep straight down the road. This way I can outline my tale, keep to the plot and write all at the same time. I won't say when the next chapter will drop but it will be soon.

I like how you have both of their perspectives.

I'm wondering if the reporter is researching a story about the special dispensation given a year ago. That would throw a big kink in the works of their evening and be a good obstacles to resolve.

So I was banned for spamming for a reason I am not entirely sure about but I suspect it was for name dropping the brand of purse. No biggie, I would have posted this last night but you get it now. I will try not to get slapped with the naughty stick again:

(David)

“Hello, Mr. Simmons. I’m Nancy Patterson from the East Coast Times. Can I ask you a few questions?”

She was dressed in a sharp dark blue pantsuit, black heels, and an expensive name brand black purse that for some strange reason filled me with dread. It was like there was in or around it, it threatened me. Her makeup was put on with military precision. Every instinct I had was telling me to slam the door in a lock it.

"What can I do for you," I asked her, bemused. She smiled the way a cat smiles at a mouse.

"You can invite me in." Um, hell no.

"What do you want?"

"Just to ask you some questions," she says as she pulls out a handheld recorder.

It was just a recorder, very similar to the one I used in college to record important lectures, but she was wielding hers like a weapon. It didn't surprise me. I knew of Nancy Patterson, her reputation preceded her. She was the preeminent muckraker in the country, probably in the world. When she pursued a story she didn't care how many lives were ruined, and there were many, she even went after my father at one point. Was she going after him again?

"I'm here to talk to you about Mikayla Attaco."

Oh shit! "What about her," I question while crossing my arms, trying to put any face on that didn’t give away anything critical.

"Well, Mr. Simmons, when one of the wealthiest women in the world, and the heir to one of the most powerful companies in the world, just up and disappears... I would say that has the makings of a interesting story."

I shift nervously. "And what story is that, Ms. Patterson?"

"Please, call me Nancy," she says, smirking. "So I did some digging, and do you know what I found?"

I try to find a way to end the conversation, but she doesn't give me a moment to interject.

"It was really hard to find, but it turns out that the young heiresses guardianship was transferred to, well, you." She places her hand on her chin with dramatic flair. "Now, that just made me think to myself. Why would a thirteen-year-old girl be placed in a home with a –" she pauses for dramatic effect, "twenty-two-year-old man?"

I instantly know where she's going with this. "I don't think that's any of your business, Ms. Patterson, but for your information it's because her father asked me to care for her."

"Now, why would he do that?"

"Maybe it's because he trusted me. Maybe it's because I used to babysit for her when he was away on business trips. I don't know, I didn't feel any particular need to question the man I was so close with, especially on his deathbed." I glared at her.

"Maybe I should question Miss Attaco. Do you know where she is?"

I can't let her anywhere near Mika, I know that. I think of something quick. "She decided to sleep over at a friend's house."

"And where would that be?"

"None of your business. Now if you'll excuse me, I have test papers to grade." I start to close the door when her hand shoots out, and stops me. "Ms. Patterson, this interview is over."

She makes a show of turning off her recorder. "Very well, Mr. Simmons, but I really think you should invite me in."

My eyes narrow, she's definitely up to something. "Why?"

"Well I just thought," she stares at me hungrily, "since you're home alone, you would want some company." Her hand slowly reaches up to her button-down shirt. She has a very obviously ample bust, made more evident as she thrusts it out towards me. Her fingers undo the button that's keeping her breasts at bay, and I noticed for the first time that she isn't wearing any bra. "I know the grading papers must be boring, and it is the weekend. Maybe we can have a more..." Her arms lift her breasts, making her cleavage more pronounced. "Intimate interview."

Just as I'm about to answer her, there's a crash behind me. I look back just in time to see a flash of red hair disappear down the hallway, a broken flower vase that my dad bought us on the ground in pieces.

Ms. Patterson's eyes flareup, like she just hit the jackpot. "Not alone after all, Mr. Simmons?"

I think quickly. There has to be a way out of this, I just have to think of a convincing lie. I've never been very good at lying. "Oh, that stinking cat!" Even I'm taken aback by my genius. "I'm sorry Ms. Patterson, we just got a new cat and, well you know cats. I'm sorry I can't take you up on your offer but now I need to go clean up this mess. Good night Ms. Patterson." I slammed the door shut right in her face. That felt really good.

A few years ago she tried to pin an accusation, made by a former maid, that my dad touched her inappropriately. It wasn't true, of course. She was caught stealing money from us, so of course my dad fired her, but the truth didn't matter to someone like Nancy Patterson. It was nearly 6 months of hell before the truth came out, and my dad's name was cleared, but Nancy Patterson never issued a retraction. Not even an apology. The magazine that published the story settled with us in the defamation lawsuit, but I'll never forgive her. So, yeah, I really liked slamming the door and that bitch's face.

I grab a dustpan and a broom, and I quickly clean up the mess, then I go and look for Mika in her room, but she isn't there. I then look in my room, and there she has huddled on my bed, her knees pressed up against her chin and her eyes wide with fear.

"Is she gone?"

"Yeah," I reply, "I think I got rid of her."

Looking forward to more. Great story. Keep it up.

Don't abandon us OP.

>>25228
I have not abandoned you. Typing with all the fury of a Bard obsessed after a visit from the parents.

Exhausted, almost done with next chapter, soon. Very soon. So soon. After sleep. Then finish and post. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzz (Thuds head on desk. Much drool. Such snore.)

OK. Here is the next chapter. This is my first time doing a sex scene. Plot is easy, sex is ha- difficult. Let's go with "difficult" and leave it at that. But hey, you guys have been nice, and I want to move this thing along and opening up this relationship to that level makes things nice and complicated for the future:

(David)

She looked like she was going to cry. Mika, my Mika, in our bedroom. It should have been a dream come true, and at the same time it is a nightmare, both because I know this whole night is ruined, and that my Mika is tearing up. She jumps out of bed and wraps herself around my torso, her tears falling free into my shirt. I wrap my arms around her as she sobs into my chest.

“I’m so sorry,” she blurts out, “I almost got you in trouble. I can’t believe that woman! How did she find us?”

There is something unnerving about her outburst. What don’t I know? I hold her tight and kiss the top of her ember red hair, finding myself getting drunk on the smell of her kiwi-cranberry scented shampoo. I want to protect her. God help me, I want to protect this girl who has invaded my dreams for the past year. The girl who wanted nothing more than to be a good wife, to be mine.

“I don’t know, but you shouldn’t worry. I can handle her.” She looks up and smiles at my confidence. Am I that confident? I looked into her bright emerald eyes, shimmering with worry. Yes, I am. I would do anything for this girl, this woman who wants me. I don’t know how, but I forget she is only fourteen. To my eyes she is a woman, a woman who loves me, her husband, her man. My concern is gone and replaced with a tightening in my chest. Her eyes are full of fear, but as I stare into her shimmering eyes they are replaced with love, a burning and deep love, and a desire. Why the hell did I try so hard to turn her down earlier? I honestly can’t remember.

(Mika)

He stared hungrily into my eyes. His deep, dark, hot eyes melted into me. I could feel it deep in my belly. Deep, deep in my belly. My heart raced, pumping blood so hard into my throat I could barely breathe, or was that because his eyes… I feel… Damp.

“We shouldn’t…” David whispers close to my face, almost too close. I wish he was closer. All I can hear is the “but” that is hanging inside the inch between us. Holy fuck! When did we get so close? I can smell him, that mixture of David and lasagna. I can’t resist. I pull on his back and into my lips, my insides all trying to claw themselves out so they can embrace this man of mine. This is nothing compared to the chaste kiss we shared when we repeated our vows that day two years ago, which was my first kiss. This one was so much better.

“Mmm…”

I was all melted from the forehead down. Oh. My. Gosh! I felt my face flush as he pulled away from my lips, and I could feel them sticking together at that last pull away, like they didn’t want to let go. I could feel my panties, warm and wet on the skin of my mound. David came in for a second kiss and I felt his mouth part a little, and I matched him part for part. His tongue invaded my mouth, searching around, and I sucked on it, losing myself in the flavor of his kiss. My heart was now pounding in my temple, making me light headed. I pushed him away and came up for air.

“David,” I panted, “I need you.” I was breathless. I was hungry. I was his.

Without answering me he unbuttoned his shirt, and I helped slide it onto the floor. I stood and stared at the man before me, his muscles taught. It was the kind of body a martial artist has, not big muscled, but taught and steel like. The agile, strong kind that made my mouth water for want to lick him all over. At any other time I would feel embarrassed at that thought but now, now all I wanted was to explore the body I was denied for a year. I was an addict, and he was my drug.

David gently scooped me up, and I threw my arms around his neck. My insides were on fire, aflame with desire, burning with my love for him, and I couldn't think. I could only react. My fear of the unwanted visitor was long forgotten. Now, now there was only David.

He gently, so gently, placed me on his bed, our bed. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly peeled it up over my head. His eyes drank me in, his mouth gaped, and his breath hitched as he took me in. My red lacy underwear was in full view, and under the light of his stare I felt... Self-conscious. My face flushed with the molten lava that flowed through my veins.

"Oh my God," David whispered, "Mika, you look, wow."

I clapped my hands over my face, desperate to hide. I could feel my face turn the same color as my hair. I still have no idea how I didn't pass out, or melt into a pool of giggles, or just melt into a gooey me. "Stop staring at me, David," I mumbled into my hands.

He grinned at me. I covered my eyes, but I could still feel him, his gaze, it felt like sunlight on my skin. I could feel him slowly crawling closer to me.

I could feel David close in on me, his hot breath made my hair stand at attention, and filled me with electricity. I could feel his lips caressing my stomach. It made my muscles clench. Clench down there. I closed my eyes, each kiss sending tremors up and down my spine. I closed my eyes. Oh God, this is it!

He moved his hand slowly up my sides, he reached underneath my back, I raised my chest just enough, and he unsnapped my bra. I opened my eyes, he was staring directly into me, his eyes piercing me deep into my soul. He looked so determined. He looked so... Hot!

He slowly, gently, tenderly slid the straps of my bra down my arms, exposing my chest. "Wow! Mika, you're so beautiful." He lowered his head down to my nipple, I could feel his hot breath, and he kissed me. The feeling of his kisses shot straight down to the hot pool between my legs. It was like bolts of lightning, arcing down my stomach and landing where I wanted to most.

I gasped with every kiss.

“Oh, God! David! Please!” I gasped out. I wanted him, needed him, I swam in the fuzzy feeling that drove away all all other thoughts. Fear? Who cared. Rachel told me the first time hurt but I didn’t care. Nothing in the world could feel better than the thought of him inside… Me…

David stood up and dropped his pants and I could see his erection, then he pulled off his boxers and there it was. HOLY FUCK! It was massive! All those fuzzy feelings vanished and I couldn’t breathe. There is no way in hell that will fit in there! I looked at him and his eyes softened.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

I took a moment and let out all the tension with a long exhale. No, I wanted this. I needed this. There was nothing I wanted more than to be his wife and this was a part of it. This is what it meant to be a wife. Wives do this for their husbands. Right?

I looked at him again, at his swollen… Dick… Why did that word suddenly become so difficult to say, to think. Rachel and I talked about this a lot and I never had any issues with it until, until it was right there in front of me. I saw pictures on the Internet, and there was that time we were on her computer chatting with a guy on that program she has on her computer and he pulled his thing out and jerked off. It was funny, but this one in front of me now, David’s, it wasn’t funny at all. It was much bigger that that guy’s.

I swallowed the lump in my throat that was trying to strangle me, looked up at David, into his dreamy, dark eyes, and then reached out, touching it. It was so soft and hard at the same time. I spied on him a few times when he took a shower. It was soft and floppy then, and smaller. My fingers barely made it all the way around. I stared at it and then decided to go for it. I opened my mouth and, doing what Rachel told me to do, slid it onto my tongue. It tasted odd, but not bad, and then David hissed in a gasp. Fuzzy feeling back!

I slid his dick deeper into my mouth. I had to get him wet, or so Rachel said, but the wet feeling in my crotch really must be more than enough. I liked him in my mouth though. I wouldn’t trade this for anything, ever.

I popped him out of my mouth and it made such a cute sound. I was ready, I think. “David, I’m ready, please.”

He kissed me as he slid my panties down my legs, over my knees, and off my feet. There was a wet spot on the red lace and I felt very self-conscious. What if he thought I was gross? I couldn’t bear for him to think I was gross. Then he was between my legs, hovering over my… This is it!

“Ready?” I nodded, not knowing if I really meant it. I felt his dick on my slit, probing and searching, and then it found my hole, and I felt the pressure as he pushed into me. He was gentle but firm, and it wasn’t painful, not really. Then he hit a barrier. He pushed against it and…

I winced as he pushed past and deep into me. I bit my lip, more out of surprise than pain. It stung a little but I kinda liked it. I felt full, full in a place I didn’t know was empty, and I never wanted to be empty there again.

“Are you OK?” Oh, David.

“I’m fine. You can move,” I told him. I wanted him to move. My fuzzy feeling was back in full swing. Rachel told me I wouldn’t feel good the first time, but this felt amazing. David started to slide out, I started to feel disappointed, I liked him all the way inside me, then he pushed back in.

“Ah!” I exclaimed. It caught me off guard, fuck did it feel right!

He started moving faster. With each thrust my voice pushed out of me in a moan that just encouraged him more, and made me feel him so much more. I played with myself a few times but this was a thousand times better, a million times better. I may never masturbate again! (Ok, that is such a lie, but I am allowed when I’m getting fucked silly, right?) His thrusts got faster and I felt something in my belly, a tightness deep down, getting tighter, and stronger. David was slamming into me and I could hear him starting to make grunting noises. Fuck, it was so HOT! The tightening in me reached the breaking point.

I clenched as I came. I squeezed onto David, then I felt him thrust hard into me, as deep as he could, and he shuddered as I felt something warm in my belly where the tightness used to be. We collapsed into the bed, gasping for air, holding each other tightly. I never wanted to leave his arms, ever, ever again.

As a tired sleepiness took me, I thought of only one thing. “Can’t orgasm the first time. Rachel? Then what the fuck was that!” Then I slid into a dark, happy, content sleep. Best. Night. Ever.

(David)

I look down at her, sleeping, so young looking. It dawns on me how young she really is. My fourteen year old wife. It breaks me from the events that led up to this moment. Her breathing is slow and regular. I had to give this to her, and I sure as hell didn’t mind it myself, but I have this nagging feeling that it won’t last. After the visit from that woman…

After all that we have been through up to this point, I don’t want this to end. I gaze at the love of my life, this girl, my wife. I curl around her, protecting her. My last thoughts are of tomorrow as I lose myself in the smell of sweat and Kiwi-Cranberry shampoo.

Thank you for making this Monday a great one. ^_^ great work, keep it up.

>>25235
I aim to please. Holidays and family are probably going to cause some delays in the next chapter but I will get it out as soon as I can. Sadly my office has been taken over and I forbidden to take my laptop into the bedroom on pain of torture most vile (tickling) but I am determined to have the next installment done by the end of the week.

Next chapter isn't working like I want it so I am going to rework it. Not a total rewrite but I will have to spend a little time smashing my face into the keyboard until it flows properly or I get a headache, whichever comes first. More hot action on the way.

Love it. Take your time.

Kudos to your work. Keep it up.

Ok, guys. I decided to stop writing. I just can't deal with the- nah, just fucking with ya. Here is the next chapter, finally done after giving me hell to get done. I am going to take a little bit of time off for Christmas with the family and then jump back in to trying to get a chapter or two a week done. Or more if I'm feeling it.

Enough of my waffling. Next Chapter:

(David)

I opened my eyes to the sound of birds singing, the sunlight filtered through ember hair. I smelled the stirring scent of Kiwi-Cranberry mixed with something new, alluring. Then I remembered.

Mika.

She was curled up with her face snuggled into my collar bone. Sunlight cascaded over her, lighting her hair on fire, making her look like a classic painting of an angel come to life. The covers were kicked off and her whole, perfect body lay exposed. I could feel my morning wood convert to arousal in an instant. Good Lord she looked perfect.

The clock behind her read 8:15.

“Shit,” I exclaimed in surprise. We were late! I quickly popped out of bed, startling Mika, and ran to the phone.

I talked with the Headmaster and considering my perfect record he was much more accommodating than I expected. I hate being late to anything. He didn’t even bother to ask me for an excuse. I still decided to not make a habit out of this.

When I returned to the room, Mika is not in bed, and I can hear the shower running. I would need to come up with a reason she is late, but I was more interested in the view. A naked Mika. I doubt there is a finer sight to behold in the world than the girl I love, my wife. Her hair is full of suds, there is a river of cascading water flowing down her front, between her perfect breasts, into the red, wispy hair on her mound, and down her legs. I made sure to burn this image into my memory.

She washed the suds out of her hair, then opened her eyes. “Hi, honey.” She smiled at me, beaming.

“Hi. Honey,” I murmur. I am still struck by the naked girl I spent the night holding for the first time, and before that…

“Sexy wife to David!”

“Huh?” I felt my face warm.

“I asked you if you wanted to stay home, you know, have some fun?” She smirks.

“Oh, I just told the Headmaster that we would be in soon. I was just going to write you a note.”

“Ah.” She looked disappointed, but then she smiled again. “So, you were checking me out. Like what you see?” She shook her ass at me.

“I-I need to get ready,” I stammered.

I left to get ready, Mika’s giggles following me out of the bathroom.

(Mika)

“No. Fucking. Way!” Rachel’s jaw dropped.

“Rachel, keep it down,” I hissed, “do you want the whole school to know?”

“Oh, sorry.”

Rachel leaned in closer. “I just can’t believe you came, you first time,” she whispered, “I didn’t even come the first time. It took at least four times before I did.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m in love,” I mumbled. Rachel snorts and it makes me laugh, a little too hard.

“Ladies, is there something funny about volleyball?” Mrs. Easton gave us a look, and not a good one.

I shook my head, “No, Ma’am.” Mrs. Easton went back to pontificating on the proper way to serve a volleyball, and I went back to talking to my best friend. “I just wish I could do things with him here, you know?”

“Why can’t you?”

I thought about it. Maybe there was something I could do for David. Something, fun…

(David)

I was waiting for my next class to arrive after an open period. My mind kept wandering to last night, and the girl I love, and it was keeping me from my lesson plan. In a week I wouldn’t be her teacher anymore. Summer break was a week away and she would be moving up to the High School building on campus. A very large part of me, a Mika shaped part of me, would miss seeing her in my classroom. On boring days it was nice to look at her. She is really, very beautiful.

I felt eyes on me, Mika’s eyes. When I looked up, there she was, my beautiful wife, with a wicked grin on her flawless face. How the hell does a fourteen year old avoid even so much as a black head? I remember when I was fourteen I could have been the Moon’s stunt double, not that the odd pimple would have made her any less beautiful.

She walked towards me, with a swish in her hips that I haven’t noticed until now. Was she always this, mesmerizing?

“David,” she murmured in a sultry way. I felt a stirring in my pants, this was not going to end well.

“Ms. Attaco.”

She frowned at me. “Sorry, Mika,” I corrected. Her frown softened and her smile beamed at me. God, she was so, wow!

“So, whatcha up to?” Her eyes were blazing emerald.

“Just getting ready for my last class. You?” I swallowed my heart back down my throat. Where the hell did it come from? I didn’t know. She slid onto my desk, sitting across from me, and she crossed her legs, and her short skirt, obviously hiked up, gave me a flash of red lace. Shit! She was wearing those panties again!

My heart was trying to bust it’s way through my chest, and the scene from Alien graced my thoughts, in between the memories of last night.

“I was wondering what you wanted for dinner, tonight.” She bit her lower lip. “Unless you just want…” She leaned in and whispered “Dessert” in my ear. The word ‘soft’ suddenly loses all meaning below everything located below the leather belt I wore.

She kissed my neck, and then I felt her teeth nip at the spot that made me shiver all over, then she was right in front of me, and her lips brushed mine softly, then harder. Her tongue searched for a way past my closed mouth, and I gave in, letting her in. Damn, she was running hot. Real hot!

The door burst open, my sixth grade class piling in, and Mika vanished. I felt a warm body between my legs and there she was, under the desk. She was quick! Her eyes looked up, the same blazing emerald color, and smirked. It took everything in me not to laugh.

That was close.

Without standing up, I greeted the class and explained that since they are working on final projects I wanted them to take the period to work on it. I decided that it would be better than trying to teach with a raging erection, and since it was the last week of classes my students would appreciate the time.

Mika’s breath against my crotch, and the knowledge she was hiding under my desk after so forcefully coming onto me, was distracting. I silently thanked whoever bought the teacher’s desks for getting the kind that had a metal cover on the front. I have no idea what my students would have made of Mika under there, but I knew it would not have been a good thing.

Slender, light fingers began to fondle my hard on.

My eyes flew down to Mika, and her look told me all I needed to know. She was going to take care of me weather I liked it or not, and I had no idea which side to choose. She bit her lower lip to suppress a giggle as she gently, tenderly, unzipped my fly.

I looked up at the class, they were busy working on their project books, and I returned to Mika, pleading with my eyes, begging for mercy. She smiled a wicked grin and pulled out my cock. My breath hitched.

“Mr. Simmons? Are you all right?” I stared at the voice, belonging to a boy at the front of the class.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison. None of your concern,” I replied sharply. I didn’t mean to be so short with him, he was one of the best students in class and I did enjoy teaching him, but for God sakes, I have a bit of a situation going on! He quickly went back to work, looking like a puppy that just got scolded for the first time.

A moist, warm feeling enveloped me, down there. Wide eyed, I glanced down and there was Mika, slowly and passionately sucking the tip of my cock.

Fuck!

This was not good. Not good at all! Her tongue explored every bit of my swollen head and it made me bigger, and harder, in her tiny mouth. I noticed a blush form on her cheeks. I wondered if I woke up a sleeping nymphomaniac last night. Actually that is a lie, I was too busy trying not to explode or spontaneously burst into flames, or both.

My breathing became deeper. I tried to keep from making any noise, then Mika slid my cock deep into the back of her throat. I muffled a moan, but not enough it seemed.

“Sir? Are you sure you’re all right?”

I glared. “Yes, Mr Harrison. Just a stomach ache. Please, get back to work.” He did, with the same pathetic puppy look.

Mika continued to suck, and thankfully was able to do so without making a single sound. I started to feel that familiar tightness in my balls, I knew I would not last much longer. I wanted to groan, but I suppressed it, not wanting the self-styled teacher’s pet to keep bringing attention to my delicious agony.

She began to move my cock in and out of her mouth, and I could feel her lips slowly work their way lower on my shaft with each stroke. It felt so good, I wasn’t so sure I cared about getting caught anymore. No, I did care. If not for me, then for her. She was just making things so difficult. I decided if we got away with this I was going to go to church and pray for a week straight in thanks. Mika was my Angel, but right now she was my Devil too.

Her movements made it all the way to the base. I must have been half way down her throat right now. I am easly bigger than average, I checked, but for Mika to take me all the way for a blow job, I didn’t know if I should be impressed or horrified that she would do this in the middle of class. I opted for impressed since she was doing all this without making a sound. That thought was my undoing.

I gasped before I could stifle the sound, my semen shooting down the throat of my fourteen year old wife, and she swallowed it down greedily, and I saw stars. Shit, that was amazing!

“Um, Mr. Simmons? Are you sure you don’t need to go to see the nurse?”

“Mr. Harrison,” I snapped, exhaustedly, “I am the teacher here. I decide when to go to the nurse. I am calling class early, please everyone, pack up. It is ten minutes to the bell anyway.” I slumped into my chair as the class packed up and left. I made a mental note to apologize to Harrison, when I calmed down. Mika, on the other hand…

When the coast was clear I glared at Mika. I was mad, mostly at myself, but Mika, she went too far.

“What the hell was that?”

She scooped a small bit of cum from the corner of her mouth, then licked her finger in an erotic way. My cock stirred again and I focused real hard to ignore the desire building in me. “I think it’s called a blow job, David.” Her smile almost broke me.

“I know what it’s called, Mika. I’m talking about why you did it. We could have gotten caught.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, more to stop myself from laughing than out of frustration. “I almost lost it back there, a few times. Did you even think? Do you even care that it could have lost my job?” My anger started to build then, she could have caused a scene, I would have lost my job over a prank, a really nice prank, but it could have ruined me.

It could have ruined her. Her reputation, to hell with mine, and I promised to take care of her, because the man who should be here to take care of her can’t.

I glanced at her, she had tears in her eyes. “David,” she said, meekly, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think, I thought…”

I haven’t seen her cry since the funeral. She has every right to be sad, with so much loss in her short life, but until now she hasn’t ever shown me sadness, not until this moment, and it was all my fault. “I thought it would be fun. You must hate me.” She wiped the tears from her eyes but there were more waiting just behind them.

“Oh, Mika, I could never hate you.” My eyes softened. “I just got scared. Scared for you.”

“For me?” She looked at me bemused.

“Yes. If you were caught, like that, by anyone. I was worried about your reputation.”

A smile broke through. “My reputation? Mr. Simmons, are you worried about people calling your wife a slut?”

“I- Yes, I am. Worried. For you,” I stammer. I didn’t expect her to be so blunt about it.

She walked up and I found her in my arms, her smile melting away every fear I had just a moment ago. She kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear. “I don’t care what anyone else says, because if loving my husband makes me a slut, I’m glad I’m your slut.” I flushed. I have no defenses where Mika is concerned. She kisses me on the lips again and then bounded off to the door. “I’ll have an extra special dinner ready for you when you get home. Have fun at Judo, tonight.” Then she was gone, and I have no idea what just happened.

Shit, Judo. Right!

I get my things together and get ready to go to my Judo class, but for some reason my mind is still going over the past twenty four hours and what Mika could possibly be making tonight.

I bet it isn’t as good as her dessert.

awesome

Next chapter being worked on.

2nd best news I heard all morning. The first is that I don't have to go to work today.

>>25253
Then I will try to get this next chapter out as soon as I can so you can have a third best news today. Give me a few hours to finish it up.

(Mika)

Every Thursday, David goes to the gym to work on his Martial Arts stuff. When I was seven, I tried to take Karate, and it definitely didn’t appeal to me at all, but I loved watching David in his tournaments. Martial Arts just felt too aggressive for a girl, at least for a girl like me. I can’t even watch movies with any amount of blood in them. Rachel once tried to get me to watch Lord Of The Rings, because she thought Legolas was hot, and I was reduced to tears at the battle scene in the beginning. I just don’t like violence. But I could watch David all day, partly because I know they aren’t trying to actually hurt each other, it’s more like a dance, which I’m fine with, but mostly because David always looks so focused, and it’s hot. Real hot.

Rachel walked next to me, talking about her plans for summer, but my mind was still on David, in his uniform, sweating.

“-and I bought a new Bikini, and it’s skimpy. Mika are you listening?”

“Oh, sorry. I was thinking about stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Rachel smirked at me, like she caught me in something.

“David,” I blushed.

“Details, Mika.”

I really didn’t want to talk about our… Desk Adventures. “It’s nothing. Just, I can’t get him out of my mind.”

Rachel smiled. “Being in love will do that to a girl.” She nods knowingly. She’s actually a few months younger than me but for some reason I always saw her as an older sister. It’s probably because she’s always been there to help me.

On the first day we moved across the street from her, she came over and within an hour she was dragging me out to go shopping. I told her about me and David that night, and instead of being appalled, she vowed over a pinkie promise to help me. She thought it was so romantic.

I said my goodbye to Rachel and split ways, her going to her house, and me going to mine. I opened the door and headed straight for the kitchen. I was going to make David chicken dumpling soup, and a cheesecake. He loves cheesecake. I got into my wife cooking groove, losing myself in culinary bliss.

As I finished the cheesecake, a few hours later, there was a knock at the door. I wondered who it was, probably Rachel wanting to mooch dinner. It happened from time to time, but over the last few days she stayed away so David and I could get closer. I guess the moratorium on mooching has ended, now that David took the plunge with me, into me.

I opened the door. “Hey you!” My smile instantly vanished.

Standing in the open doorway, with a triumphant grin on her face, was the Devil herself, Nancy Patterson!

“Mrs. Simmons, I presume?” Shit! Shit! Shit!

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” I stammer.

She grinned a wolfish grin, “Let’s just skip the denials.” She held up an envelope. “We have much to discuss before cute, little David comes home to his child bride.”

The color drained from my face and my stomach sank, deep down to my feet. How the hell did she find out? What the hell is in that envelope?

“May I come in?” She didn’t wait for my answer, not that I could have given her one, and strolled into the house. I felt invaded by an invading army. She was a barbarian horde, come to destroy everything I love. She was strutting. She sat down on the couch like it was a throne, and she was a Queen. My blood was ice.

Without a word, she threw the envelope down on the coffee table. She looked at me, expectantly. She wanted me to do something but I just couldn’t figure out what. Did she want me to pick it up? I reached out, like the envelope was made of acid, but I was compelled to touch it. I picked it up and looked at the woman, her eyes beamed in triumph. I opened it, and took out a folded piece of paper, and the words stopped my heart cold.

“Special Dispensation: Resolved; To allow for the special arrangement between Ms. Mikayla Attaco and Mr. David L. Simmons, and to override all State and Federal restrictions to that arrangement as agreed upon.”

I looked up at Nancy. She indicated that I should keep reading.

There was a second piece of paper, a Marriage Certificate, our Marriage Certificate.

“How,” I asked.

“I have a whole team of interns, Mrs. Simmons,” she shrugged, “One of them happened to find this ‘Special Dispensation’ the other day buried in a bill about recognizing some dopey bird as some symbol for something. It was a chance find, really. As far as the Marriage Certificate, that was a little more difficult. I had to really dig for that one. Apparently it was stuffed in a filing cabinet in the basement of a New Jersey court house. Thankfully, I was given a good lead on that one. A priest I had… Leverage on.”

I swallowed a lump down my throat. “What are you going to do?”

She smirked at me. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On you, little Miss,” she gloats, “I want the interview, the one I was denied by a little, red-haired kitten. I don’t appreciate being lied to.

I glared into her eyes. I remembered her offer to David, and my fear was swallowed by jealousy, a furious anger filled me. There was no way in hell I was going to let my husband fall to the claws of this witch. He is MINE!

“If you think I am going to let you go anywhere near my husband, you’re nuts.” I don’t know where this need, this desire to fight, is coming from. Five minutes ago I would have thrown up at the thought of getting violent, but now I wanted nothing more than to rip the bitch’s face off. It was like a switch got flicked and a new version of me, one that breathed fire, emerged. “What we have is completely legal. I love my husband and he loves me, and quite frankly it is none of your fucking business. So get the fuck out of my house.” I pause for a moment, then I add with all the venom I can muster, “Sorry, that was rude. Please, get the fuck out.”

Nancy looked at me, stunned. No doubt my reaction was unexpected. Good. I am David’s wife and a good wife protects her husband, especially from a floozy who is nothing more than big tits in an expensive skirt. She recovered her vile grin a moment later. Fine, you want to fight, whore? Let’s go.

“Do you think you can take me on, little girl?”

“I think you are not getting the fuck out of my house.” I crossed my arms and gave her the kind of look that I hoped would set her on fire. Sadly, it didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t try my hardest.

“Oh, you are a delight,” she laughed. “Listen to me, you little slut. I have never been talked to like that and I sure as hell won’t let a child get away with it. I don’t think there’s much I can do to you, but your hubby? Oh, I think I can do a lot of damage to him if I went public with this. Legal or not, I doubt the parents who send their kids to your school would appreciate what you get up to.” She gave me a smile that was more of a grimace, laced with wicked delight. She then pulled out a bundle of pictures from her purse.

They were from earlier today, when I was kissing David in the classroom. She must have taken them from outside the school. I flicked through the photos, me sitting on the desk, under the table, when I…

I threw the photos back to her. “What gives you the right to butt into our private life. Stalking and harassment are crimes, you know.”

“Why, Mrs. Simmons. I am just a concerned adult, only thinking of the welfare of a child,” She replied in a sickeningly sweet way. “David should be with an adult, not some girl barely out of kindergarten, and so rude, too. I will have to teach you a lesson, you little bitch. I’m going to steal what’s yours. I will take him away from you and show you who the better woman is.” She glared at me with contempt. “One date and I will have him eating out of my hand.”

“What makes you think I would let him go anywhere with you,” I replied, venomously.

“I think you will, because if you don’t…” She put her finger on her cheek and answers in a sugary, sweet tone, full of mockery, “Well, who knows what damage I could do to his career?”

I need to protect him. “Fine.”

“What was that, Mrs. Simmons?”

“I said ‘All right’, you can take him on your date.” I am full of hate and mirror her mockery. I trust David, and I love him, and he loves me. A bitch with fake tits in her late twenties is not going to steal him from me. Right?

Right.

The door opened and David, glistening with sweat in his uniform, walked into the house. “Honey? Who’s car is tha-”

He stopped mid sentence as his eyes took in the scene, my eyes glaring at Nancy, her in his house, the grin on her face. He gave a bemused look to me, and my eyes met his. I had to work hard to keep my deep need to cry at bay. Now that David was here, I was finally safe, but now he was the one in danger.

“Well, Mr. Simmons. I believe we have a date to go on…” The bitch beamed at him.

David gave us both a very confused look.

These updates are incredibly fast. Love it.

I really didn't like how that last chapter came out, but I ran out of my favorite writing fuel, and my wine shipment came in, so tonight, with my family out of the house to visit a grandma-in-law who's birthright is to remind me that I am going to hell for not spending all my free time and money at the one church that's got it right (hers, coincidentally), I am going to write dirty stories for your entertainment. Next chapter will be better, and will drop tomorrow.

Tonight's wine will be a glass of a 2016 Torrontes.
The music will be La Traviata, as loud as I want to listen to it. The house is MINE! (Jazz Hands like a Motherfucker!)

>>25256
There's a reason for that. It takes me about 2 hours to write a chapter (1000 words an hour, each chapter is 2000 words give or take) and I use dictation software along with the keyboard for most of the work. It takes me about an hour after that to clean up and edit the chapter to make it work a little better. I also am learning pulp novel writing techniques so my output is only getting better with time.

All I have to do is set my deadline, grab a glass of wine and blast opera or classical music (anything with no words or in a language I can't understand that can fade into the background) and crank out the chapter. I have an outline for the plot and it is broken up into what will happen each chapter, and I keep to that.

For love scenes I pop in Frank Sinatra.

Now I am working my way up to the level of writing that the great pulp novelists, but they used to average 8000 words every 2 hours all while drinking and smoking heavily so I have a long way to go. Not in the drinking or smoking department, I have a no smoking policy and I am allowed only one glass of wine a day, but my output is slowly inching up as I go.

I also have the advantage of being able to work from home and it only really takes up my mornings and I get bored easily. So when I am done working, and driving my spouse up the wall, and teaching my kids important stuff like how to help me drive my spouse up the wall, then I am either working on the next chapter or reading books, or reading books on writing books.

Right now I am just focusing on pulp writing and output skills, which means focusing on plot and muscle memory. That coupled with the tons of free time I get in the afternoons, in a very scenic (read: Rural) area makes for lots of time to work on writing.

I think that throwing that bitch's body in a ditch somewhere would be less trouble.

Dropping chapters like a boss! Next one sometime next week. In case I don't see ya, Happy New Year!

(David)

I stared at Nancy across the table, a tea light and a bottle of wine between us. A French restaurant, from the French speaking waitress clearly an expensive one, is an awkward place to do an exclusive interview. My mind kept going back to Mika, her look of apprehension, that glare she gave Nancy, there was clearly something going on, but I needed to make this problem go away. Mika encouraged me to go and do the interview, but I can’t help but feel that me doing this interview was on the exact opposite thing she wanted.

“So, Mr. Simmons, can I call you David,” before I can answer she pushes right on, “tell me about your arrangement, David.”

I am uncomfortable with what she is wearing. A black, tight dress with no straps and shows way too much skin on either direction. “When Mika’s father was dying, he asked me to marry his daughter. It was his dying wish to see his daughter’s marriage.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So, it was an arranged marriage? How very 18th Century.”

“I don’t think of it that way,” I reply.

“How do you think of it?”

I sighed. I honestly had never thought about it before. I was just happy to be with Mika, it never really occurred to me to think about it. It just seemed like this was how my life is supposed to be. With Mika.

“I don’t think about it. It just is.”

She didn’t even bother to hide her contempt. “So you just accepted being forced into a marriage with a child?”

I frowned, “I wasn’t forced.”

Her eyes flick, almost like she is surprised by that answer, then she immediately switched gears, “Have you had any other relationship, before?”

“No. I never wanted one.” It’s true. Outside of Mika, I’ve never had a romantic relationship before. Nancy is making me think of things that never really crossed my mind before. It made me uncomfortable, like I am on trial for everything I’ve ever done in my life. It is not a feeling I appreciate, especially from this woman, who has caused my family so much strife. “I don’t really care. I am happy, and so is Mika. There is nothing I would change.”

“How can you be so sure? After all, you’ve never had another relationship to base your opinion on.” Before I can respond, our dinner arrives.

It is beef, with mushrooms and cooked carrots. I have no idea what it’s called, my knowledge of French cooking is almost nonexistent. Actually, most cooking is far out of my understanding. Mika can make almost anything, come to think of it, but she usually sticks to Italian. It is my favorite kind of food, that and maybe Chinese takeout. It’s always a surprise to people who know about my upbringing to learn about my uninspired pallet when it comes to food, but my Dad was poor growing up and my Grandma could only cook with canned tomato sauce, and I inherited his distinguished tastes. This food is a bit outside of my comfort zone, but at least it’s clearly cow based cuisine and not something more adventurous.

I take a sip of wine, and it is awful.

“Don’t like the wine,” Nancy asked me. I grimace.

“No, I don’t.”

I looked at the bottle, a Corvina. It has a strong flavor, and it’s repulsive. “I’m not used to drinking. Never really shined to it.”

“Well this compliments the beef flavor, but if you want we can get something else,” she adds.

“No, thank you. I will stick with water.” I really didn’t want to lose my wits around her. The way Nancy kept playing with her hair made me think of how cats groom themselves before going on the hunt, and I never felt like a mouse before in my life, but here I am, growing whiskers and a tail as I pick at the beef. It’s really tasty, beyond what I thought, and I made a mental note to find out what it’s called so I could tell Mika about it. She always wanted to try French cooking, and I guess I wouldn’t be totally against this, as long as she didn’t stop making that lasagna of hers.

“Are you listening?”

Nancy snapped me out of my thoughts about Mika’s lasagna, and I feel a little resentful over it. No, really. It’s that good.

“Sorry, I was thinking about Mika’s cooking.”

“You make her cook for you?” Nancy looked scandalized. Why is my wife cooking for me such a big deal, and I sure as hell don’t make her. I would cook for her if she let me, but the last time I tried to do anything in the kitchen she forced me out, claiming that it was a wife’s duty to cook. I just never bothered to argue, and wouldn’t want to. They way she said it…

“No, I don’t make her do anything. Ever. I really resent your accusation.” I could feel my blood beginning to rise.

She scoffs at me, “So she cooks and cleans for you like some little prairie house wife? How 1950’s.”

I placed my fork down, hard, onto the table. “Who are you to judge her?”

She looked at me like I just slapped her. “Sorry,” she says, “That was rude.” I got the feeling she was just trying to mollify me, to keep me from leaving, and I really did want to leave, to go back to my happy life with Mika.

“Since when has Nancy Patterson cared about being rude? I remember when you wrote your article about my father. You didn’t care about being rude then.” I was starting to get agitated. Really, what is up here? This was supposed to be an interview and here she is, making eyes at me and apologizing. Wait. Is this a date? “What’s going on here?”

She gave me a sly smile, almost like she was trying to be cute. “I’m just trying to understand what motivates you?”

“What motivates me is my wife,” I bluntly replied. I am done here.

“Is that all you can talk about? That child?” She is clearly starting to get agitated. What the hell is going on here?

“Look, Ms. Patterson-”

“Call me Nancy,” she interrupts.

“Fine. Nancy, would you mind telling me why this is such a problem with you? Mika and I are married, and it is all legal. I love her and you seem to be really upset by that. I don’t know why but I don’t think it is any of your business to snoop into our relationship.” I decided to end this. “I have done nothing to my wife that she has objected to. I love her with all my heart and would never do anything to hurt her. I don’t make her do anything, in fact she does a lot of the house work over my objections, but I don’t fight her over it because it would only upset her, and I do not ever want to upset her.”

Nancy glared at me. “How do you know?”

“What?”

“How do you know you love her? You haven’t had any relationship outside this one.”

I sighed in exasperation. “I haven’t wanted any other relationship. None really presented themselves.”

“I did.”

I gawked at her. “You did? When?”

“The first night I showed up, and you turned me down.” She looked angry, I think.

“Of course I did. I’m married, and to someone I love. I would never betray Mika like that.” The way she was glaring at me, I knew she was angry. Why? What did she expect?

“I don’t like getting rejected, and since you are the only one who has, twice now, I have decided I don’t like that feeling very much.” She crosses her arms, like that was supposed to intimidate me.

“Well, that is unfortunate. Thank you for the dinner, and the wine. I am going home now.” I got up to leave when she leaned in.

“No,” she said mockingly, “I don’t think so. You are going to come up to my room and find out what a real woman can do, and not just some silly blow job in your classroom, either.”

I stopped dead. “What?”

She smirked at me, in triumph. “I have pictures,” she whispers, “So if you don’t want those to get out and ruin your little career, you will come up to my suite and do what you’re told.”

Pictures? What the fuck is wrong with this woman? She was seriously trying to blackmail me into sex, and for what? Her pride? Yes, she could ruin me, but there was no way in hell I would allow her to get me to do that to Mika. I have my limits and she just reached it, and blew right past them, took a left at Hell-Fucking-No Street, and ran to the border of hell with a snowball in hand.

“Let me make this absolutely clear, Ms. Patterson-”

“Call me Nancy,” she interrupts.

“Ms. Patterson,” I say forcefully, no longer playing her stupid little games. I was beyond caring. “I will, in no way, ever cheat on Mika. There is no threat you can make, and no amount of money that you can offer, that would ever, in a million years, make me do such a thing. I don’t care if you ruin my career. I love being a teacher, but if I had to give that up to make sure Mika is never, ever, hurt, then I will be all to happy to sacrifice my ambitions for her. That is what love is, Ms. Patterson, and I love my wife. So do your worst, because as far as I am concerned, we are done here.”

I threw my napkin on the table and got up to leave. I was fuming with rage at the audacity of this woman. “I will make you regret this, Mr. Simmons,” she said, icily.

“Quite frankly, Ms. Patterson, I don’t give a fuck,” I shot back, my stare catching her off guard. Good. “If you ever come onto my property again, I will call the police and have you arrested. Stay the fuck away from me, and my wife.”

I got up and left. I retrieved my coat from the coat check and walked out of the restaurant. The looming Hotel that the restaurant was located in looked ominous in the light of the full moon. My blood pumped in my ears. I had never been so angry in my life and I couldn’t even feel the cool summer night breeze. I knew I just started a war, but I was determined to protect my wife from that vile woman, even if it did cost me my career. I decided to walk home, it would clear my thoughts, and I didn’t want to come home angry. It would take me an hour, but I needed the time to calm down and when I would get home, I would love my wife in every way she would have me. To fucking Hell with Nancy Patterson. I would draft a letter of resignation in the morning and if the Headmaster asks for it, I will be only too happy to hand it over. My priority was to my wife, first and foremost. I made a vow, and I intended to keep it.

(Mika)

I looked at the clock, it was past midnight now, and David wasn’t home yet. What could be taking him so long? Did that evil woman actually seduce my husband? I shook my head. No. David loves me and would never betray me like that.

The door opened, and there was my husband, looking angry and sweaty. What the heck happened?

“David?”

I walked over to him, and he pulled out a rose, my favorite flower. “Sorry, I would have been home sooner, but it was really hard to find a flower store open at this time of night.”

I took the rose and threw it on the floor. My hands were on him in a flash, and my lips slammed into his. I drew in his scent and it was all David, all my husband. That witch didn’t sink her claws into what was mine, and I couldn’t help myself.

“Take me to our room, David. I want you, now, please,” I begged. Oh fuck, I wanted him so much. He scooped me up, (Princess carry!) and I swooned. I loved my husband and tonight, right now, I decided to make sure he knew every inch of my love.

“Mika, I want to make love to you, all night if I have to,” he whispered into my ear, and my heart started pounding like a jackhammer.

“No,” I said, and he looked confused, “I want you to fuck me, hard.”

He smiled at me, “I think I can do that. Your wish is my command, my love,” he kissed me and threw me down on the bed, “My wife.”

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

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Granny or Nancy? I kinda based Nancy on Granny because both are really entitled jerks, just in different ways. Plus Granny is 97, so I don't have to deal with her "I'm being a bitch because I outlived my husband by almost 20 years and causing trouble is all I really like doing right now" for very much longer.

As for Nancy, just you wait and see.

I closed my eyes and two updates showed up. How wonderful.

Pretty good. Cant wait for more. Btw that reporter is a bitch. Cant wait for her to die.

Happy New Year! I come bearing gifts. A new chapter of the erotic kind, finished early because what can I say, you're worth it:

(Mika)

David threw me down on the bed, and grabbed my arms, pushing them into the bed on either side of my head. His kiss came in hard and sudden, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. It was scary, and exciting, and hot! All of my fear and insecurities were burned to a cinder in David’s kiss. I was his, all of me, and I wanted him to use me in every way.

He pulled back, “Tell me what you want,” he stared at me with blazing, dark eyes.

“I want you, all of you, in me.” I needed him. Now.

He smiled at me, and there was a glint in his eye that made me nervous. What was he planning to do?

“I have an idea, if you want to try it.” I nodded. I wanted to try anything, so long as I got filled by my husband.

He stood up and slowly, very slowly, started to unbutton his shirt. It was agonizingly slow, and it caused my crotch to throb. Oh, this was agonizing, and it was turning me on more. He was grinning at me. Oh! He is doing this on purpose! The anticipation and knowing that he was in total control over my pleasure set my nerves on fire. I wanted to be quenched and he was denying it, and it only made my desire burn more.

I couldn’t take it anymore and when he finished with the last button, I leaped up, but before I could grab him he backed off. “No, you don’t get to dictate this, darling. You just sit there and watch. No touching.”

My whole body rebelled against me as I forced it to sit down on the side of the bed. The strip tease continued, emphasis on “tease!” Oh, it was hot. He slowly peeled the button down shirt off his back, showing his toned body one delicious muscle at a time, one peck, and then the other, then his biceps, down and off. I was very hot, very bothered, and very, very wet. My thighs squirmed in protest, but I sat there, obediently.

(David)

I was loving this. I could see Mika’s desire and resolve fighting each other, and driving her crazy. It was erotic and impressive at the same time. Her ability to control herself when her need was nearly to the breaking point. This girl, my wife, was an inspiration, and I couldn’t believe that seeing her there, wanting to leap on me but holding herself at bay for my enjoyment, made he love her more than I ever thought possible.

I slipped off my pants and stood before her in nothing but my boxer-briefs, the ones that Mika bought me the last time she went out with her friend, Rachel. My erection was making valiant effort at a break for freedom, and I had to work hard to not give into his need. I wanted this to be special. I wanted to see how much Mika could take. I wanted to see how hard I could make her orgasm. I wanted to see the dam burst.

“You look a little overdressed, Mrs. Simmons,” I murmured. Mika smiled a beaming grin, stood up and tore off her pants. Her panties, a white little number with pink edges, peaked out from under her green baby doll T-shirt. I noticed it was an older pair, probably on it’s last legs since her hips grew out, and I could see that she was very wet with desire. The white, stretched cotton cloth was nearly translucent with her juices, and I could see her soft red curls clearly under the dampness. My cock was already close to bursting.

I walked up and lifted her shirt off, peeling it off of her skin, exposing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were erect with her need. I pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss and then whispered into her ear, “so you want it rough?”

“Yes,” she whispered. It was almost a moan.

I grabbed her by her shoulders and threw her onto the bed. Her giggles were like a musical instrument, a chime that sang directly to my cock, and encouraged me to be bolder. I got a wicked idea, since her panties were on the way out anyway…

I climbed onto the bed and grabbed the left side of her panties, and pulled them apart with my hand, and they disintegrated easily. Mika gasped in surprise and arousal. It make me feel like a stud that I could shock her, and when she bit her lip I was undone. I tore the other side of her panties and threw the now tattered scraps of her panties on the ground. My boxer-briefs were off in an instant. Her eyes grew wider at seeing my erection, and they dilated as her labia turned a dark pink. She was ready.

“Ready?” She nodded in reply, unable to say anything more than a whimper, begging me to end her miserable delay in gratification.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, drawing a squeal of delight from her, and placed her on her knees. Her sex glistened in full view, slightly open and quivering for me to enter her. I positioned my cock at her entrance, slowly rubbing her to wet my tip.

“Please,” she moaned. I was only too happy to oblige her. I grabbed her hair at the base of her scalp and forced her down onto the bed while I plunged myself deep into her quivering wetness. Her insides tightened hard and her whole body shuddered as her hands clenched the covers.

“Did you just come from me just entering you?” As the tremors subsided, she nodded her head under my grip. I could feel my grin go from ear to ear. I made her orgasm by just entering her. This one is going into long term memory for sure. I decided my dying thought was going to be this moment, but I sure as hell wasn’t done.

“I’m going to start moving now, alright,” I asked.

She turned her head and mouthed “Please” to me, and I pulled out, only to slam my cock into her depths. Her gasp and moan drew me as deeply into her as I could. In this position I could plunge all the way to my base with ease. I pulled out and plunged into her hard again, and she responded with the same gasp-moan, and I slammed my cock into her again, and again. I built up my pace as I built her pleasure higher and higher.

I slipped the thumb of my free hand under her thighs and found her swollen button. My thumb massaged it, circling her clitoris lightly and she started to pant hard, slowly working into moan of pleasure. I plunged my cock into her and kept up the rubbing, and she tightened, pulling me into her. Her inner walls clenched me with protest every time I pulled out, and welcomed me enthusiastically as I pushed back into her. My pace was relentless and she let out a scream as she reached her second orgasm. Her legs clamped and she fell to the bed, tremors of pleasure rippled waves across her body.

I was so engrossed in watching her and I didn’t care that I didn’t finish in her. I fucked her good and my chest swelled with pride.

“Was that good for you?”

She turned over an beamed at me, not opening her eyes, “Mmm… Yes.”

I laughed. Seeing her so satisfied pleased me more than even her lasagna. Her eyes opened and her hand grabbed my still swollen cock.

“You’re not done yet,” she stated.

I chuckled, “I am just pleased that you had such a good time.” It was the truth, I didn’t care that she was the only one to climax.

She frowned and dragged herself up me so that she was in my arms, and kissed me deeply. “My turn,” she whispered and then she bit my ear. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders and she tried to drag me onto the bed. Her pulls were easy to counter in her post orgasmic exhaustion, but I decided to give in and flopped onto my back, my still hard erection standing at full attention.

Her small hand grabbed my cock, and still shaking, she pulled herself onto me, straddling my hips. She guided me into her still wet slit, lowering herself, taking me all the way into her depths. As she started to move, drawing me in and out of her, she started to moan. God, it was sexy as hell.

My hands shot out and clasped her around her thrusting hips to help her, but she slapped my hands away. “No,” she admonished me, “this time, I’m going to fuck you till you come.”

It didn’t take much for me to accept this. I pulled my hands back and let her ride me.

Her crotch dripped wetness all the way down my shaft as she slammed her hips down onto me. I smiled with wonder. I didn’t know a girl could get so wet, and wondered where it was all coming from. For some reason, seeing her still so aroused, even after two climaxes, was a real turn on, made more so with the thought that this was all because of me. She wanted me, just like I wanted her. I could feel a tightness in my balls as her moans became louder with each plunge of her hips. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink and her lips blazed a deep scarlet. Her eyes were clamped tightly in concentration, or pleasure.

Her pace picked up as her moans became screams, chirping out of her with each slap of our thighs. Her pleasure pulled me along with her, dragging me closer to my impending orgasm. She impaled herself hard so I could feel her deepest part of her, a wall that slammed onto the head of my cock.

She continued to grind on my erection, her cries of ecstasy growing louder and more out of control. The tightness in my groin was nearly at its limit.

“David!” She cried out, as she plunged me into her, tightening around me like a vice as her third, and most powerful orgasm crashed over her like a wave. It was too much and caused me to shudder. The tightness snapped and I released myself into her, pumping everything I had deep into her belly. My arms closed around her shoulders and I dragged her on top of me, the waves of my climax causing me to thrust my cock into her with every pulse.

When the last spurt of warmth finished I looked into her face. She was pressed up against my chest, small beads of tears dotted the edges of her closed eyes. My heart sank. Did I hurt her?

“Mika, are you… Did I hurt you?” I couldn’t bear the thought of her in pain. I am a bit on the large side and she was so slender.

She shook her head, “No, I’m fine. I just love you so much, it’s overwhelming sometimes.”

I sighed with relief. “I love you, Mika.”

She lifted her lips to mine, and lazily kissed me. Her bright, beaming smile greeted me when she pulled back, and her eyes opened, revealing the extent of her love for me. They glistened with love and devotion. I was the luckiest man alive. I sure as hell didn’t deserve the beautiful, young woman who gazed at me, giving me all she was. Her heart and soul were mine, given freely and totally. It just hit me then that she would never show these eyes to anyone else. Just me. My eyes returned her loving stare, giving her my heart and soul in equal measure. My God, I loved this woman, and I would never give her up.

Her smile fell, and with it my heart clenched.

“David,” she asked me with a worried expression on her face, “can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” I replied. I would do anything so that I would never have to see this look again.

“Promise me, you will never leave me. Not for anyone. Be mine, forever.”

I smiled with joy. “Mika, you had that promise from me from the moment I said ‘I do.’”

As sleep took us, my last vision was of my little red headed wife, beaming with love and contentment as she lay on my chest, my cock still inside her. I wished that this moment would never end, but it did when my alarm clock woke us up. Thursday. Only one more day before summer vacation.

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(Mika)

I woke up with a start. The sound of birds chirping, their song must be an avian conspiracy to ruin the fantastic dream I had, involving David and a spontaneous magical ability to summon chocolate ice cream sundaes, wake me. I was wrapped around David like a me shaped blanket, and I could smell his heavenly scent.

I roll off of him, and I feel very strange when his dick slides out of me. Holy crap! I fell asleep with him inside me! The thought was a bit of a turn on, and I take a moment to lament the lack of David morning wood. I would have liked to fuck him awake. The feeling of him pulling out of me must have woke him up, because when I get out of bed I notice his dark eyes, talking me in, and penetrating my naked form.

“Hey, beautiful.” I blushed, I loved when he called me beautiful.

“Hey yourself.”

“Did you know you fell asleep inside me,” I ask.

He smiled at me, and I think he looks proud, “Yes, but I’m more happy that I made you orgasm so many times.”

My face turned scarlet. Holy cow, he did! I never knew I could feel that good and yet, here we are. “I’m going to take a shower before school.”

I rushed into the bathroom, closing the door and barricading myself in the marble floored room. I looked at the girl in the mirror, her red hair shooting out in random directions in that just-fucked look. Her face is scarlet and I smile at her and hug her, and I took a moment to revel in our shared lustful giddiness.

I released myself from my self-congratulatory hug, and I skipped over to the large, two headed shower. It was the same marble as the rest of the bathroom, with clear glass walls, and the thought of David being able to see me shower, if he was so inclined to peep, would be super embarrassing.

The little voice in my head of the girl who tells me when I am being stupid pipes up with a “He’s already seen you naked, and he fucked us good last night to boot.” She’s right, but I’m a girl, so I tell her to shut up. I’m allowed to be inconsistent, especially when my legs were so wobbly from that good fucking last night.

I turned on the shower. The hot water steamed up the glass walls of the shower in the time it took for me to pee, and I slipped into the hot water, feeling the post sex film of dried sweat and all the worry from last night circling the drain.

“Well, aren’t we eloquent today, Mrs. Simmons,” my inner voice mocks me. I mentally stuck my tongue out at her. After three orgasms and passing out with David’s dick in me all night, not to mention waking up snuggled onto his chest, not even her mockery could ruin the good mood I’m in. I silently wished that we could play hooky all day and see how many times he could make me come, but we only have two more days before summer vacation, and I intent to spend every day of the summer trying to find if I have a limit at all.

“More like Hooker,” the voice pipes in. I rolled my eyes as my hair turned white with shampoo bubbles.

When I stepped out of the shower, I felt refreshed. The hot, steamy air coated the whole bathroom with a wet film, and the wall to wall mirror over the two sinked marble counter top was white with steam. I used the same towel to clean away the steamy condensation that I used to dry my pale skin. I wondered if David would like me to shave, down there, and I decided the next time I took a shower I would take the razor to my mound. It would be my little surprise.

After quickly putting on my school uniform, hiking up my skirt so that they barely cover my underwear with the hopes of teasing David while I make breakfast, I bounced out of the bedroom and into the living room, only to come to a dead stop seeing David on the sofa talking to a handsome, salt and pepper haired man with dark eyes. I quickly shift my skirt to a modest level before I can be noticed and then fly at the man.

“Uncle Davy!” My arms clasped around the neck of David’s father, “What are you doing here?”

I was so excited. Uncle Davey, my father-in-law, is a kind and bright man. My father used to say that there was literally nothing on the planet that could have popped Uncle Davy’s mood. The man was an eternal optimist. In fact, there is only one time I have ever seen Uncle Davy cry, and that was at my Dad’s funeral. Oh, and the time David’s mom divorced him, but they got back together when it turned out that the rumors of his infidelity was a failed blackmail attempt from a serial false accuser looking for hush money. Oh, and guess who wrote the article that caused the trouble. Yeah, the bitch.

Uncle Davy laughed, “It’s good to see you, kid! How’s David treating you?” His grin was infectious.

“Terrible,” I say, giggling at my teasing, “I don’t even get extra marks for being married to the teacher!” I force a fake pout.

“David,” Uncle Davy mimics a glare, but he can’t hide the humor in his eyes, “don’t you know the rules. Happy wife, happy life.”

“Dad, I have no reason to help her, she never gets anything wrong!” David laughs. Oh, my, God! I could listen to that sound all day! David’s laughter is infectious and his Dad joins in, and I instantly know where he gets it. Soon the whole living room fills with the absolute joy we all feel. This is how a family is supposed to feel like, and I love it. Uncle Davy would make the perfect Grandfather, and I dream for a moment about having David’s kids. I grin at my husband, lovingly.

“What,” David asks.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking.” I am way too young to have kids right now, even if the thought is appealing to me in every way. There are things I absolutely do not want, and a mandatory reality TV show is definitely one of them. No babies for now.

“So, tomorrow is the last day of school. Have any plans?”

I hopped over to David’s side, my favorite place to be, outside of our bed, and under his desk wasn’t too bad either, voyeuristic bitches not withstanding, and cuddled into his arm. I made a conscious effort to make sure my breast was pressing up against his elbow, I wanted to tease him, and since the skirt plan fell through this would have to do. I felt him shift, and I knew I was getting to him. Good.

“We haven’t really thought about it, Dad,” David answered. I had a few ideas, but I new better than to say it out loud. David’s dad approved of us being together, but that’s just not something you reveal to your father-in-law. You know?

“Well why don’t you spend the summer at the Attaco House? It is yours now, and I hear that Joseph is bored to tears, having nothing to do,” Uncle Davy offered. Joseph was my Dad’s butler, but I remember him more for his teaching me how to cook. He used to be a Chef when he was younger and he taught me everything I know.

“He’s still there?” I thought for sure he would have moved on by now. My Dad’s home is… Massive. I suddenly felt a little bit guilty, leaving who was the closest thing to a friend I had, at least until I met Rachel.

Uncle Davy smiled, “Of course he is, the company pays his way and I was kind of hoping you two would spend more time there. It is technically Mika’s home.”

I wilted into David’s arm. “When dad died, I had a really hard time going back there. I don’t know if I could. Too many memories.” A well of tears that I forgot existed since moving in with David threatened to resurface, the guilt of not thinking about my dad in a while dimmed the glow of last night. I frowned. “I don’t think I could, not with Dad not there anymore.”

David’s arm reached around my shoulders and he pulled me into his side, giving me more comfort than he knew. “I understand,” Uncle Davy murmured, “but you have it available.” My eyes met his, and I knew he could see the sadness in my eyes. “When you’re ready,” he added. Uncle Davy radiated kindness, just like David. This is why I haven’t felt lonely. I was still surrounded by family, and still felt loved.

“Mika, are you all right?” David wiped my now free flowing tears from my cheek, but they weren’t sad tears anymore. They were tears of joy. I should have been an orphan, a wealthy orphan, but the Simmons’s have always been family, and I was so grateful to be one of them, even if I couldn’t use their name until I was out of school.

“I’m fine, David. I’m just so… So happy to be a part of this family,” I exclaimed, sobs breaking out of me. Sometimes being a girl sucks, and the whole having conflicting emotions at the same time was probably the one thing outside cramps during that time that I disliked the most. A smile broke through the happy/sad blockade when I thought of the multiple orgasms that I had last night. OK, so there are some perks, I guess.

“In any case, I was in town and dropped by to look in on you kids, but I have to get going. Think about spending some time at the House,” Uncle Davy smiled, “and don’t let me keep you from school. Only two more days, right?”

David confirmed, but I was deep in my thoughts, fully blown away at how easy being married to David has allowed me to cope with what should have been a horrific shattering of my life, made all the easier reveling in his embrace.

When Uncle Davy left, I did start to think about going back home, even if just to see the old place, and Joseph, one more time, just to make sure I could walk back into that place. I’m sure as long as David was with me, I would be able to walk into Hell itself without feeling the slightest discomfort. I bet I could even tolerate being in the same room as Nancy Patterson- No, no. There are some things not even David’s presence could not override, and if I see or hear from that bitch it will be too soon, even after a hundred years.

I took the moment David was seeing his father out to hike up my skirt again. Just because I was interrupted doesn’t mean the day’s plans were off. I’m a teenager, and I’m horny, so if I’m going to be a horny teenager I’m going to act like a horny teenager, dammit! “Embrace who you are,” I always say. OK, that is a lie. I have never said that before, but I decided to start saying that more often.

When I finished breakfast, I looked up to see David, looking at me, a worried frown on his face.

“What’s happened, Honey,” I asked, knowing I was not going to like the answer. I have never seen David look at me like that, so whatever it was must be bad.

“We won’t be walking to school today,” he said in a worrying monotone.

“Why?”

I walked towards the front door, but David grabbed me by the arm, and I could feel the tension surge into me from his touch. “Don’t,” he commanded me. This wasn’t like him. He never commanded me to do anything before. Well he has, but not like this. I pulled out of his grasp. My heart was trying to escape my chest. I walked to the door, worrying it was something to do with Nancy Patterson, the Demon Bitch.

I opened the door to the sound of camera shutters going wild with abandon. There was a whole gaggle of people on our lawn, and I knew in my heart of hearts one thing with absolute clarity; I hated being right.

I might have to check this story more often, your updates are lighting fast.

>>25275
I try. Sadly I may be forced to take a few days off since I caught the kind of flu that is trying to drown me in the same stuff that they used on Nickelodeon back in the day. Apparently between sick and the medication I need to basic function my way just getting down the stairs in the morning makes for a really difficult time out of writing. Creative juices can not flow when nose juices are getting in the way. When you get caught up, wait a week and then I should be good to get my rapid fire writing back on track.

Le *sniff* Bard *ah-choo!*

>>25276
you have done alot of work already. Rest well. Get better and take it easy.

>>25280
Must... Write... More... Chapter... (collapse into a snotty heap).

To be honest I am over the worst of this. I will get back to the writing grind soon. I am happy with where the story is going and I really like writing. I know my style is still being formed as I go along so I can sometimes be inconsistent, but it is almost fun going back to the beginning of the story and seeing how much I have improved since then. As long as you all enjoy the story and indulge my wobbly baby deer steps from time to time I will keep writing, and I will endeavor to do so at the same rate as before. This is my tutorial for writing, and I am loving every minute of it. Maybe someday I will be able to publish something. Who knows. All I know is I am having a lot of fun learning.

Next chapter on Monday at the latest. Sooner if my voice recovers enough to use Dragon, but I doubt it.

I walk over to the large cannon, light the fuse, and cover my ears. "Next Chapter, Fire!":

(David)

I yanked Mika back from the door, slamming it shut with my foot, and pulled her into a protective embrace. There was no question what was going on here, that bitch, Nancy, must have decided to let the cat out of the bag. I knew it in my bones, and I was sure as all hell that we would not be able to take our traditional walk to school.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING!”

The voice that could only belong to Mika’s friend, Rachel, rolled up and down the street like thunder. I poked my head into the window to see a sight that I, quite frankly, didn’t could endear Mika’s friend to me more, but there she was taking on the paparazzi, for us. She was shouting at a large balding man wearing a tan vest with far too many pockets and a camera with a lens far, far too long for the size of the whole package. She is poking him on his chest and while I can’t hear what she is saying, I know I would give anything to hear the scolding for myself, because whatever she is saying it seems to have put him on his back heel. Picture a girl no bigger than five-foot-four, weighing ninety-five pounds soaking wet, wearing a school uniform that pretty much is literally the schoolgirl-erotic-starter-set type with short pleated plaid skirt and a matching tie on her button down shirt, making a forty year old man taller than six feet and weighing more than five of her cower. The sight fills me with amusement and appreciation of Mika’s sense in friends.

Loyalty is a big thing in my book, and Rachel has just shown my wife far more loyalty than expected. I made a mental note to come up with a proper way to thank her for this. Her distraction was more than enough to give me an idea as to how Mika and I are going to get past them and to school.

“Mika, we can’t walk. We are going to have to take the car,” I tell her with a smile, more to keep her from worrying about what is going on outside.

“What are we going to do about Rachel?”

I think for a moment, “I think she will be fine, considering that she is scaring the daylights out of a group of grown men all on her own.” I guess my first martial arts teacher was right, size really doesn’t matter when you have the inner fight of pro-wrestler with nothing left to lose.

We entered the three car garage and I opened the passenger side door of my red classic muscle car that my dad and I fixed together, and that he gave me when I passed my driving test. I turned the car on, and the engine roared with the attitude of a really pissed off lion with a bad case of “fuck you” in it. I love this car, and this will be the first time we go to school in style.

I pulled out my sunglasses from the console, flicked them out and slide them on like an action movie star, and using the controls on the steering wheel, I selected the perfect song about a highway to a very hot place, and I turned to Mika, giving her a mischievous grin. She giggled at my dorky antics, and it was the sound of an angel, a sound I will never, ever get tired of. Not taking my eyes, shrouded behind polarized sunglasses, off of her, I use the controls to opened the garage door, and made the engine roar to make sure there was no one on the driveway.

With a squeal of tires, I shot out of the garage, down the driveway and into the street. I looked over to Rachel, and her grin told me that she got what I was doing. I nodded to her, letting her know I appreciate what she did for us, and with a pointed look at the balding paparazzi prick, I give him the center finger solute, and peel down the road before a single camera lens could be pointed at us.

Mika’s giggles of excitement flowed freely, and I take a moment to pat myself on the back, mentally. That was far more fun than I thought it would be, and I decided if those camera jerks want pictures of my wife, they can try to take it through the motion blur. I was not going to make it easy for them, and as I drove the few minutes to the school, my mind raced on how to solve the paparazzi problem we just found ourselves knee deep in.

“What are we going to do,” Mika asked, worry pushing her eyebrows together in a way that I seriously didn’t like. I hated Mika being anything other than happy, and right now she clearly was not happy. She was worried.

“I am thinking about that. Right now let’s just get through today, since we won’t need to worry about school after tomorrow.”

I knew there will probably be fallout from this, but right now we needed to get into the school. The headmaster would want to talk about this, I knew. I also knew that this day was inevitable the second Nancy came to my door, and I was prepared for it.

When I pulled down the long lane toward the school parking lot, I can see them, gathered around the front entrance, arguing with the Headmaster and the two gym teachers. I have never seen the Headmaster so furious. He was pointing at the exit lane and shouting so hard that his face was turning purple. I am definitely going to have to face this.

The sound of my muscle car catches the attention of the reporters and photographers, and I take a moment to think the only disgruntled thought I have ever thought about this fine machine. The Headmaster looked over at us, and I could see his relief. Maybe he wasn’t going to be that mad at us.

I pulled around to the back of the main building, and park next to where the gym teachers and coaches park. We had at least a minute to get into the building before the swarm descended on us. I turned off the car and grabbed Mika’s backpack.

“Mika, I need you to run to the door, now. I will be right behind you.”

She nodded and bolted out the door, and I quickly followed her, making sure to lock the doors and activated the alarm. With the car safe I turned to Mika, only to see her struggling to open the door. Oh, shit. It was locked.

“It’s locked!” Mika looked at me, not panicked. I could hear the reporters just around the corner of the building. Maybe they were only seconds away from seeing us, and possibly fifteen seconds before they surrounded us. I knew from how they were when my dad was accused of infidelity, reporters don’t give a shit about people, and I still held that grudge. They didn’t even care when they relentlessly harassed a fifteen year old boy, just trying to get to school at the time. There was no way Mika would be spared just because she was a fourteen year old girl. They wouldn’t care if she was twelve, because they didn’t when her father died. It was the main reason we went under the radar, and now I knew that decision was the right one. Too bad we caught the attention of Nancy Patterson, and too bad she has proved to be just as vile as I thought she would be.

I thought for a second, and decided if nothing else we could try the gym door, and if that didn’t work we would try for the front door. That was the plan at least. Maybe they abandoned the front when they saw us.

I grabbed Mika’s hand. “This way. The gym door.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her trust in me was humbling, and I decided never to betray that trust. I would get us out of this, one way or the other.

We ran around the side of the building just in time. I tried the first door, and it was locked. I pulled Mika down to the second set of gym doors when I heard them. “The door is locked, they must have gone around this way,” I heard a woman’s voice. Thankfully it wasn’t the bitch’s voice.

I pounded on the second set the doors in desperation. There would be no way we could make it around the other side without being spotted, and while I new I could make it with my long legs, Mika wouldn’t be able to outrun a gaggle of adults, not matter how good at field hockey she was. She was still only fourteen.

The door opened, and the dark, near black eyes of the school nurse, a by all accounts handsome man of Indian decent named Samar, and coincidentally the older stepbrother of Mika’s friend, Rachel. Her mother remarried Samar’s father, and apparently it was love at first sight. I don’t know all the details, and I haven’t heard anything from Rachel or Mika, and Samar liked to keep to himself but he has always been nice enough to me. In fact, I think I am the closest thing to a friend he has, since he is mostly standoffish with the rest of the staff. I just never bothered to bug him about it, but he did like to talk about Soccer, and he always sat with me in the teacher’s lounge during lunch.

“Oh, shit,” Samar exclaimed, “David! We didn’t think you would come in today.” He noticed Mika, and paled. “Sorry, my language,” he stammers.

“It’s fine,” I blurt as I dragged Mika inside the gymnasium, and quickly shut the door. I held up a finger over my lips, telling them to keep quiet.

Someone tries the door, and then the other one, finding them both locked. “Try around the other side,” a male voice called out from outside the door. They tried the next door, and then the next, and then finally the last set, and then there was silence.

Samar looked at us, with compassion I think, and then motions us to follow him. “We have been beating back the press all day now. You two need to hide for a bit. In the Nurse’s Office. You can keep the door locked, and then we can figure this out.”

I smiled. If there was any doubt that this guy was my friend, this settled it. He just wasn’t the type to be open about things.

“Thank you, Samar.” I followed him to the Nurse’s station. The white walls and pale green tile made the room look cold, and sterile. There were three beds covered in the fake plastic leather that squeaked when you sat on it, all in the same pale green as the tiles. There were four orange plastic chairs on the opposite wall, all with shiny metal legs and just low enough to the ground to be considered too low for a grown adult, and even slightly too low for a middle school student. My guess was that they didn’t want students to sit in here too long, or that the Board of Directors for the school just hated children, sick children especially so.

I led Mika to sit down on one of the orange plastic chairs. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes and a worried expression on her pale face. I hated seeing her like this, and I brushed my knuckles down her jaw line, and she leaned into my touch, closing her eyes to focus on the feel of my hand. When she opened her eyes again they were full of love, and my Mika was back. I loved this girl, more than anything in my whole life, and I would do anything to protect her, even if it cost me my job; even if it cost me my life.

welcome back~!

>>25259
I struggle with output more than anything else, care to share some of those techniques?

>>25289
Best thing to do with output is to first outline by scene. A scene is any interaction where a character tries to reach their goal and is stopped by an opposing force (usually another character). When you write scene by scene you will find it interesting because something is happening. Most of the time when you just don't feel like writing, it is because your protagonist is feeling way too damn comfortable.

Next, always write on a regular basis, 25 minutes every other day if you can manage it, or once a week, or every day. Whatever goal you set for yourself. You can never write less, but you can always write more. The only way through writers block is to brute force through it until you get to something you can't keep off the page no matter how hard you try.

And take a page out of the pulp writer's book, write plot, not literature. Let those broody motherfuckers who get literary awards from hipsters who take 10 years to write a 80,000 word novel worry about being "good". If you want output, you are looking for fun, so make your story fun to write.

And last, but not least: Outline, outline, outline. You need to know where your are going before you plot your way to get there. Even if you just use 3x5 note cards (like I do when I am brainstorming) figure out the plot before you write, and never be afraid to change things if you come up with a better idea, or lose something that just doesn't work.

Final Promise has so far been changed 17 times as I have been writing it. I just come up with better ideas and push forward with it. I mean I came up with Rachel's brother right before the blowjob scene. Nancy was supposed to be a side character and not the Antagonist until I started having too much fun writing her.

Just find the way you like to write (I use Dragon, until I do sex scenes, which I am much more comfortable using a keyboard for). I keep to the schedule (except for now, where I have some home issues to take care of by way of my spouse having injured themselves slipping on some ice running after the dog that declared war on all squirrels, which is why I haven't been able to get the next chapter started). I write plot. I force myself past writer's block by sheer force of will (and if I have to rewrite, I rewrite). I make an outline, and modify it at will. I write a story that is fun to write, so I never get bored.

Oh, and always write in the same place and don't do anything else in that spot. I have an arm chair that I always write in, on the same lap top that I use only for writing. I don't write in my office, or in my room, or anywhere else. Always the same place so I am not tempted to do anything else.

>>25290

Not the same anon you responded to but thank you for the wonderful story and wonderful writing advice.

Next chapter will drop tomorrow. Been crazy at home but I am still going strong.

Disclaimer; I am not political in any way (actually I am an apolitical extremist, I once ran out of a room screaming because there was a debate on what drinks we should order for the table, true story), but I could literally think of no other group that would go thermonuclear autistic over this, and Nancy is absolutely the type to pinpoint the exact group she would need to carry out her plans. If you don't like it please tell your friends to stop being so easily manipulated by "journalists" like Nancy. I mean for crying out loud, it isn't like we didn't see this coming, and it sure as hell isn't like we haven't seen shit like this recently, and I just couldn't come up with any other group that has the ability to fly into a frenzy at a moments notice, and that has the political clout to... Well, you'll see.

To the rest of you who understand why I chose that particular group and understand that my world is a bit alternate in the reality of how things are done (after reading the first chapter I think it was pretty clear) please sit back, relax, and enjoy Chapter... (looks it up)... 11? We are at 11 already? Damn:

(Mika)

I felt safe in his arms. My husband was all that I needed, and even sitting on those uncomfortable chairs in that awful room, I still wished that he would never let me go. I felt his breath on the top of my head, and the kiss that followed it, and my whole body turned to mush. I secretly wished that we never left the house. We could have spent the whole day in bed, loving each other, the rest of the world be damned.

“Mika, are you all right?”

I nodded, and squeezed my arms around him. Oh, I loved this man, so very much.

“I’m going to go find out what happened. I am sure that woman has something to do with this, but I need to-”

I stopped him with a sudden kiss, a desperate kiss. “I don’t want you to leave me, not now,” I begged him when I pulled my lips away from his, and he sighed.

“I need you to stay here where it’s safe. Mr. Bandi will look after you. I just need to talk with the Headmaster, and then we can figure out what’s going on.” He gave me a reassuring look, but I could see the fear and concern in his dark, beautiful eyes. I didn’t want him to go without me. A wife’s duty is to stand by her husband, and when he is in trouble even more so.

“No, David. We go together or we stay together,” I murmured, giving him a stern look. David sighed, but his nod let me know that he was giving in. “Besides,” I smirked at him, “it isn’t like Mr. Bandi would be able to stop me. His sister is my best friend, and I know she would give him hell if he did.”

Samar looked up from his desk and raised an eyebrow, then chuckled in the same way Rachel does when she found herself in a no-win scenario. “She has a point, Mr. Simmons. I think you’re on your own,” he said like he was amused by what I said. I knew he was, because we both knew that I was right; Rachel can be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” David grumbled and then, turning to Samar, said, “Thank you for helping us.”

“No problem. Anything you need, just ask. I will do my best to help.”

Rachel’s brother was awesome sometimes.

We both got up and David, holding me with one arm around my shoulders, led me out of the Nurse’s Office and down the hallway, only for Rachel to run full force into us, almost knocking me to the ground if it wasn’t for David’s protective hold on me.

“Rachel!” I looked down and she was on the floor, skirt up and panties showing, and my hand shot up to David’s eyes. I only wanted him to look at my panties, dammit!

Rachel shook herself off and stood, and then I was tackled by the Rachel Cannon Hug Attack, or at least that is what I call it. “Oh my God, Mika! I was so worried!”

“I’m fine, Rachel!” I was so flustered after everything, I just couldn’t stop myself from yelling.

“Shh!” Rachel pressed her finger to her lips and gave me a withering glare. “You guys, seriously,” she hissed. She rounded on David. “How dare you drive off like that, I was so worried you would get into a wreak or something! Peeling out of there like that. Oh, I have half a mind to pummel you right now!”

David held up his hands defensively. “All right, all right. I’m sorry. I will never drive like that with Mika in the car again.”

“You better not, Mister. I’ve got my eye on you!”

Giggles escaped me before I could stop them, and my best friend and husband both looked at me with concern. I think they must have thought I was going insane, and I’m not so sure they were wrong. “Sorry,” I gasped in between the giggling laughter. When I calmed down I said, “It’s just so weird to see a student scolding a teacher.”

They smiled at me, and I really could feel the love they both had for me. They both wanted to keep me safe and it made me so… Happy.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” Rachel exclaimed. She pulled out a folded up set of papers that looked like they were printed off and were stapled together in haste. “I got this off of that paparazzi dork. I think you should see this.”

It was the printout of an on-line article. “America’s Princess Found Living As A Child Bride” plastered in bold text on the first page made my blood turn to ice. Oh no. “By: Nancy Patterson”, Oh that bitch!

I fumed! I raged! I could kill her, fear of confrontation be damned! I looked up at my husband, and I have never seen him so pale before, and it broke my heart. He looked down at me, and folded me into his arms. “I will protect you, always. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” I whispered, more in anger than in fear. She actually did it. She found a way to hurt him, and I would never, ever forgive her. If my dad was here…

Oh no. I tried to push the thought from my mind, but the tears flowed freely. This was the first time I had ever thought of my dad. David was all the comfort I needed, but now he was the one in trouble, and there was nothing I could do, but I knew if my dad was here, he would know what to do. He would help us. But then we wouldn’t have married, and I would still be an innocent girl, pining for her one true love from afar, worrying if he would find someone else, and I sobbed into his chest.

“Oh, Mika,” I heard Rachel say, as David’s arms squeezed me, and I felt protected, and terrified.

“Honey,” David murmured into my ear, “I have to take care of something. I want you to stay with Rachel. When I am done, we will go home. All right?”

I stared into his dark eyes, and they were so calming. My tears stopped, and I knew in my heart that David would not let anything bad happen to me. “Promise me,” I said.

“Huh?”

“Promise me. Promise me you will be all right. Promise.”

He smiled. “I promise, I will be fine.”

I gave him a chaste kiss, and he pulled me in, pushing his lips deeper into mine, and I swooned. As he pulled back the euphoric fuzzy feeling his kisses ignited in me washed away, and I panicked. “David! School!”

He just gave me a sly smile. “I don’t think that is a problem anymore, since the cat is well and truly out of the bag, don’t you think?”

He was right, and I grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him into a deeper kiss, this time adding my tongue into the mix, only stopping when I heard Rachel gasp in surprise. I could feel the silly grin on her face. Oh, she could be such a pervert sometimes. I kissed David one last time. “Go do what you need to do. I will be waiting for you,” I whispered into his ear. He gave me that smile that told me everything was going to be all right, but as he turned to go, his mask slipped a little bit, and I could see the worry. Before I could say anything, he was off and on his way to the Headmaster’s office, and I felt the uneasy fear that I felt when he was off on his “date” with the bitch.

“Mika,” Rachel asked, and I could hear the worry in her voice. When I turned to her, she was mirroring the worry that was etched all over my face.

“Come,” I said, “Let’s go back to your brother. I want to see this article for myself.”

“Are you-”

“Yes,” I snapped, but then I softened. I should not have lashed out at Rachel. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, Mika,” she said, and it was clear she didn’t take it personally. Oh, Rachel. I didn’t deserve such a good friend like her.

We walked back into the Nurse’s office, and I sat down on one of the beds, and Rachel took a seat next to me. I took the article and held it up so I could read it easier.

“It has come to the attention of this reporter that the long lost Attaco heiress, Mikayla Attaco, has been in hiding from the public for reasons other than grief, which was long assumed. It turns out that she has been living in Patriarchal sin, married to the son of her father’s friend and long time business partner, David Simmons Jr. Every good feminist should be outraged, because in this current year it turns out that there are still people who will stoop to arranging marriages to child brides. Not even obscene wealth should allow for such crimes against womanhood, and yet our elected officials in congress, many of whom can trace their campaign funding to the late Antonio Attaco, pushed through a special dispensation so that this young, innocent girl could be sold off like cattle.
‘It is disturbing to hear that in 2017 they are still arranging political marriages between children and older men. This isn’t Tudor England! This is the current year!’ says Anette Fulca, President of the Wymyn’s Netwryk.

I couldn’t read anymore. There was bile in my throat. How dare that vile bitch troll! This was my choice! I knew what she was doing. In my grade there was this girl in debate class who would always try to win by appealing to the audience, trying to drum them up with emotional arguments, no matter how many times the teacher told her it was invalid. Here was the bitch, trying to set her readers into a frenzy, all because my loyal and wonderful husband stayed faithful to me.

“Ms. Attaco?” Samar was standing before me, and in his hand was a steaming cup, and there was the tag of a premium bag of Earl Grey tea hanging over the lip. I took it.

“Thank you, Mr. Bandi,” I mumbled.

“Not a problem,” he said with a weak smile.

I wondered what David was up to. He was talking to the Headmaster, that I knew, but what about? I took a sip of the wonderful tea. It was sweet. Samar must have put a little bit of honey in the cup before he put the hot water in. It made me feel calmer. Less worried. Who cared what Nancy the Bitch wrote. It wouldn’t change anything. All that would happen is that people would get pissed, make a hash tag, and then forget all about it like they do with anything. All we had to do was keep our heads down and it would all blow over anyway.

Ice clenched my heart. Oh no, I remembered what the Headmaster said to us at the start of the year. “Just as long as you don’t embarrass the school…”

No! I knew what David was doing. I bolted up, the tea spilling all over the floor.

“Mika!” Rachel looked shocked at my sudden explosion of movement. I was out the door before anyone could stop me. I had to get to the Headmaster’s office before David could give the Headmaster his letter. I remember seeing it once, when he was writing it, but he told me that he would probably never have to use it. It was just in case. Well it was now the case, and I wouldn’t, couldn’t, let him hand it in. I couldn’t let him ruin his career. I had to make it in time. I flew past classrooms, and the library, almost knocking over Mrs. Wilker, the elderly librarian. She yelled out something about not running in the halls, but I was out of hearing before she even had a chance to start a lecture. David was going to hand in his letter of resignation, and as far as I was concerned this was never going to happen. Not if I could help it.

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(David)

I stood outside the Headmaster’s office. His secretary, Mrs. Kelly, gave me a sideways glance, and I can feel a coldness from her that I have never felt from her before. She is a middle age brunette with too much makeup, but I always found her friendly enough. Not anymore, it seemed. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

“The Headmaster isn’t back yet, Simmons,” Mrs. Kelly sniped at me.

She must have heard about my relationship, and clearly she didn’t approve. Oh, well. Not everybody would, and I accepted that. My dad always told me, “you can’t please everybody”, and it’s true. I was not going to let the ice cold glare that I was getting from Mrs. Kelly get to me. It wasn’t hard to do. I really just didn’t care. I only cared about Mika at that moment, and it was for her future that I was going to hand in my letter of resignation. I would give up my teaching career for her.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I turned around, and standing there was the Headmaster, looking exhausted. I suddenly felt very guilty. He sure as hell didn’t deserve this, especially after all he had done for me, and Mika.

I remembered the first day Mika transfered to the school. The Headmaster looked over a copy of our Marriage Certificate and a copy of the special dispensation, and then looked up at us, sitting next to each other in the hard wooden chairs. He always had a stern expression, and I remember that I felt like a errant child, one of his students who had misbehaved. His eyes were like daggers that pierced me, and I felt like he could read my mind.

“So you two are married?”

I blinked, not fully believing that the man who, until that point, was a statue sitting at his desk. “Yes, sir,” I murmured.

“I see…”

“Um…” Mika piped up, but was silenced when the Headmaster’s eyes descended down on her.

“Yes, Mrs. Simmons? You have something to add?”

“Sir, I know this is… Unorthodox.”

I almost caught a smile on the Headmaster’s mouth, but just almost. “That is an impressive word for someone so young,” he commented.

“I like to read book.” Mika looked like a cherry with an ember colored whig on.

“I see…” This must have been a catch phrase of his.

“Sir,” I began, “If you want, I will resign. This would create a conflict of interest and I don’t want to burden you or this school with our situation. Mika’s schooling is more important than my career.”

They both looked at me, Mika in horror, and the Headmaster with that impassive glare that gave nothing away. “You would give up your career,” he asked, deadpan.

“Yes, sir. It is a husband’s duty to put his wife’s needs before his own,” I stated as a matter of fact.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and it startled me. I had never seen any overt emotion from the Headmaster, so even a small motion like that caught me in shock, but as soon as it happened, he went right back to his impassive glare. “Mr. Simmons, I am surprised that someone so young, as yourself, could be capable of such wisdom.”

I made to speak but he held up his hand.

“I wasn’t finished. I do find your relationship very unorthodox, to steal a phrase from Mrs. Simmons, but I have no interest or need of your resignation. As far as I can tell, your marriage is completely legal. But I must stress that my first concern is that of the school. I must ask you, while you both are here, to keep the nature of your relationship to yourselves. I do not want any embarrassment to come to this institution, so I expect you both to keep that in mind and act accordingly.”

I stood up. “Thank you, sir. This means the world to us.”

A genuine smile crossed his face. “Mr. Simmons, you have been a fine teacher for the past few months, and I am not one to waste such talent. I only ask that decorum be maintained.”

“Yes, sir.”

He turned to Mika. “Oh, and one last thing. I would ask that you please use your maiden name while at the school, just for the time you are a student of Mr. Simmons. I will not require it when you move on to the High School. I do hope that is not a burden for you.”

“No, sir. I can do that,” Mika exclaimed. She stood up and when he went to shake her hand, she gave him a big, Mika patented hug. He looked shocked at the time, and admitted to me later that it was the first time he had ever been hugged by a student, but ever since then he always treated us with an avuncular demeanor.

Mrs. Kelly gave an annoyed cough that brought me back to the Headmaster standing before me. He motioned to his office door without a word, and I followed.

The Headmaster’s office was sparsely decorated, with a large, dark wood desk, and several diplomas that showed his credentials. A few pictures of himself and a blond-haired woman, and three younger adults that I assumed were his children, two boys and a girl, hung on the wall just behind the plain leather chair. The Headmaster took a seat and motioned me to sit, not on one of the two uncomfortable chairs, but on a green sofa that sat right under the window. I could see out to the parking lot, and there was a group of photographers and reporters packing their equipment away. At least when Mika and I would leave there would be no need to run.

“Mr. Simmons, is there a reason you are here?” The Headmaster’s question brought me back into the office, and I sat on the sofa. It was surprisingly comfortable compared to the rest of the room, which was very stiff in comparison.

“Sir, I want to apologize for the embarrassment I have brought to the school.”

“Embarrassment?” He raised an eyebrow, but his expression was unreadable, as always.

“Yes, sir.”

“I see.”

I stood up and pulled the letter from my pocket. “This is my letter of resignation, sir. I would like to ask that you please allow Mrs. Simmons to continue here as a student.”

The Headmaster ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair, and then stood up. “Mr. Simmons, you are a fantastic teacher, and a valued member of our teaching staff. If this is what you want, I will accept your resignation, but I am unaware of you bringing any embarrassment to the school.”

I was dumbstruck. “Sir?”

“As far as I can tell, and please enlighten me if I am wrong, but you have not overstepped decorum. As far as I can tell, this situation is unrelated to any behavior done at this school.”

My mind went to the episode in the class room, but I did not want to bring that up. “Sir, we may not have overstepped our bounds, but I am sure that given the nature of this situation it may not matter. I am sure that many of the staff and students would object, and I am sure that many parents would not be comfortable with me teaching their children.”

He nodded, “I see your point, Mr. Simmons. I will accept your resignation, even though I can’t help but think that the school is losing a-”

The door burst open, and Mika flew into the room, followed by a sputtering Mrs. Kelly. “Ms. Attaco, please!”

“Headmaster, please!” Mika shouted in a desperate plea. “Don’t make my husband quit. He did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault, Sir!”

I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, trying to save my job. “Mika-”

“David, stop it,” she gave me a look that told me to sit down and let her say her piece. “Sir, please,” she turned back to the Headmaster, “don’t punish my husband for my mistake. I brought this on us. I antagonized the reporter, this isn’t David’s… I mean, Mr. Simmons’s fault. Please, I will leave the school.”

“You would sacrifice your place in this school?” The Headmaster raised an eyebrow again, and I could feel the tension in the room.

“Yes, sir. I would gladly,” she said.

“Mika-” I didn’t know what to feel at that moment. My head and heart were a jumble of radical thoughts and emotions, not a single one coming to the fore.

“Mrs. Simmons, I am not inclined to punish either of you for what is not your fault.” He stood up. “However, Mr. Simmons has handed in his resignation, and gave me a very compelling reason as to why I should accept it, which I will.”

“No!” Mika’s eyes were pricked with tears.

“Mrs. Simmons, I will not be throwing you out of the school, but I think that you need to have a conversation with your husband, and perhaps you will understand. Please, wait outside.”

“Sir-”

“Please,” he said, and it was not a request. Mika nodded, and then turned around and walked out of the room. I stood up myself to follow her. “Mr. Simmons?” I turned to the Headmaster. “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded. “Yes. It is my duty, as her husband.”

I'm a bit behind on the reading. I had a few days of harsh work. But man leave that reporter in shallow water and tall grass to drown. Also are we going to see a 3 some with Mika's best friend? I'd like to see that. Anyhow. Awesome writing like always.

What is David going to do with all of his free time?

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>>25290
Original anon-noob here. Thank you very much, and also enjoying the story lots (even the non-smut bits, imagine that). Keep up the good work!

>>25300
Rachel has her own thing going on, which will be revealed in a steamy chapter down the line, and doing a threesome scene would make all the relationships messy, and not in the fun way. But if you want some kinky shit, it's on the way, and I do hope it will be a welcome alternative.

>>25303
What do you think! (eyebrow raise)

>>25306
Thank you for enjoying! It is really makes me humble that I have gotten such a good response to the story. You all have been very forgiving to my climbing the learning curve in more or less real time, and you enjoying the story is reason enough for me to keep writing. Working on the next chapter, look for it on Monday!

>>25307
Im sure that w/e you have in store for us will be fun. Well I really loved the "school incident" under the table. Hope we see something like that again!

Finished a little early. Don't worry, steamy chapter is coming up next. Look for it in a few days.

(Mika)

The engine roared as David pulled out of the school parking lot. I couldn’t believe it, he really quit, and it was all my fault. My heart sank every time I looked at his beautiful face. He was trying to portray a calm demeanor, but I could see the tension in his jaw. It was painful to see him like this, and all because I couldn’t keep my desires in check. Those pictures, and that horrible woman, the bitch, if she never had those we wouldn’t be in this position. I hated her, more than I ever thought possible, and yet at the same time I hated myself just as much, and David was the one suffering because of my foolishness. I read in a book one time that we hurt the ones we love the most. It was true, and I was living proof.

“David?”

There was no answer, only the tenseness of his jaw and the mask he wore. Tears threatened to come to the surface, but I swallowed them back down. I would not be that girl, who fucked up the life of the man she loved, only to be forgiven just because she put on a little waterworks show. No, I would not do that.

“David?” I asked, a little louder. I just wanted him to look at me, to show me his eyes. I could always tell how he felt just by his eyes. I needed to know if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

He kept his eyes forward, deep inside his own head, and far, far away from me. The warmth that I always felt around him was all gone, and I felt cold. I hunkered down into my seat, pulling the jacket of my uniform tighter around my shoulders. Maybe when we were back home, and I could cook him something, maybe then we could talk this out. I thought about what we had in the fridge. We still had some ground beef and some pork sausage, but I would have to make some more pasta. Did we have any more tomato sauce? Probably in the pantry. I decided I would make him some lasagna. Shit, did we have ricotta? I couldn’t remember.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up to our house, and the swarm had grown. Now there were at least three vans with those big satellite dishes on them, and the station numbers plastered all over them. Men and women with microphones and cameras all surrounded our house, all waiting like hungry wolves, and I couldn’t help but feel like a wounded lamb.

“Shit!” David swore, and with a quick series of motions he dropped a gear on the car and peeled a u-turn, forcing me into the seat as he accelerated in a white cloud of tire smoke.

“David!” I cried out, and finally he looked at me, and his eyes were full of fear, and anger, but there was a spark of love in there as his gaze met mine, and I knew he held me blameless. Oh, this wonderful, beautiful man. How the heck did he not hate me after all the trouble I had caused him, I will never know. I only knew I didn’t deserve this man who was my husband.

“We can’t go back home,” he stated calmly, but I could hear the forced nature of it, “but I have an idea where we can go.”

“Where?”

“You will see.”

I hated when someone said that. “You will see.” Ugh! Now that I knew he wasn’t mad at me, although he should, I was mad at him! Let me let you in on a little girl secret, we don’t like waiting. Ever. For anything.

“You can just tell me now.” I huffed at him.

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He gave me a beaming smile and my heart melted, and my panties too. Oh, he did have a wonderful effect on me, and thankfully it was a genuine smile.

“If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised,” I said, returning his smile, and fully aware that I was quoting my favorite movie ever.

He turned onto the Interstate, and the car accelerated so fast that I felt my face stretch as I was pushed into the seat. I couldn’t stop the excited giggle that escaped from me.

“I love that sound,” David chuckled.

“Mr. Simmons, don’t you dare try to change the subject!”

“Mrs. Simmons, I am not going to tell you where we are going until we get there.”

I crossed my arms, but there was no hiding my smile. I faked a huff and rolled my eyes. Our troubles seemed to melt away, and for some reason I thought that this banter was… Normal. For the first time since ever, I felt like this was how our marriage would be once the chaos was all over. Then I got an idea.

“This uniform is so hot,” I exclaimed, as I undid the top two buttons, exposing my cleavage, barely hiding the pink bra that was already a bit too small, but it did make the girls pop out a little bit. When do boobs stop growing, anyway?

I could feel David’s gaze on me, and it only made me more bold. I grabbed my shirt and fanned myself, giving David a glimpse at what could be his for the low, low price of information. Okay, I was already his and all he had to do was tell me to strip and I would have torn off my clothes like an Amazonian Sex Machine (I made a mental note to trademark that), but I hoped that he didn’t know that.

“Mika, what are you doing?”

“Oh, just trying to get a little more comfortable, Husband of mine.” I gave him the most innocent look that I could muster.

“I’m not telling you.”

I placed my finger on my exposed knee and slowly slid it up to my skirt. “I know. I am just trying to get comfortable.” My finger slid my skirt slowly up my thigh, and I could see the temptation in his eyes.

“Mika, I’m driving, and you are distracting me.”

“How would I be distracting you?”

“You know how, so stop it or we will get into a crash.”

I grinned at him. “Or you could tell me where we are going and all this would stop.”

He grinned back at me, and without a word he cranked the cold air on and on full blast. The ice cold air hit me and I suddenly decided that it would probably be best for me to keep my clothes on. “Cheater!”

He laughed. “You never said I had to play fair.”

I huffed in a pout, but the atmosphere around us was finally playful for the first time since we headed out from home, and I couldn’t be happier, considering the circumstances.

After a while David turned us off the highway and took us down some winding roads, and I couldn’t help but feel like I have seen them before. Then it dawned on me where we were going.

“You’re taking us to my old home!”

He smirked at me. “Well, we did have an invitation. Also, we won’t have to deal with reporters while there, and we can figure out what we will do next.”

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I don’t care where we go, as long as I am there with you.” I know, sappy, but you made it this long and if you didn’t know by now I am made of pure sweetness when it comes to my husband you clearly haven’t been paying attention.

I felt a sudden turn in the mood, and looked over to David, who was glancing up at the rear view mirror. “David-”

“We are being followed.”

I looked back and he was right, we were being followed by two guys on a motorcycle, and one of them had a camera. Oh. My. God! Can’t we get a fucking break?! This is way too action film for me.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, and I was sure that David picked up on the worry in my voice, because he dropped a gear and accelerated. The motorcycle sped up and was easily keeping pace with us. “David!”

“It’s all right, we won’t be able to outrun a bike, but I am not going to make it easy for them.” David had that determined look that he got when he used to do tournaments, and I felt a pang of pity for the poor fools on the bike. David hit the curves, sometimes sliding the back end of the car out, and I caught the motorcycle in the side mirror dipping over to match us in the turns. I knew the turn to the road that led up to my old home was coming up soon, but David only sped up. I could see our speed was over 90 mph, and I clutched onto my seat.

“Hold on!” David hissed.

“Tell that to the losers on the bike,” I thought to myself.

David turned the wheel and pulled on the hand break and my hair whipped over my face, covering me in a blindfold of red hair, and when the turn ended we were on my old road, shooting back up to bat-out-of-hell speeds. I looked out of the back, just in time to see two bodies fly off the motorcycle as they tried, and failed, to match our turn, causing it to turn over in the other direction and launching the riders into the trees. There is no way they would be able to catch up now.

“Lost them!” David cried in triumph. “I love this car!”

“Oh, you love the car? Should I be jealous?” I couldn’t hide my amusement to even pretend to be serious.

“You know you love the car.”

“I’m not into cars, Dear, but I am willing to change my mind if you make it worth my while.”

He gaped at me like I just said a dirty word. “The driving like a Formula One racer isn’t enough?”

I shook my head, “Nope, but I’m sure if you took me on the hood I would find a way to become a car fan!”

“Oh, Mrs. Simmons, you are a carnal creature.” He looked pointedly at me, but I could see the humor and at least one or two ideas floating around there, behind his eyes.

“You know it, Dear.”

David looked up, “Here we are.”

We pulled up to a large gate, with a large, ornate bronze “A” on the front. After punching in the code for the gate, we drove up the driveway and over a small hill, flanked by heavy woods on either side, and finally there it was, my old home, exactly how I remembered it. It was a big place, over fifty rooms and a large garden to right side and two tennis courts to the left, surrounded by a large hedge so that only the opening was visible.

The driveway curved up to the front door, and was covered by a balcony that I remember playing on when I waited for my dad to come home from trips or work meetings. I wondered if the loose tile was still there, hiding my treasure.

As David pulled up, I saw a tall, bald man waiting for us at the front door, and I instantly recognized the kind features of Joseph, my Dad’s butler, or was he now my butler. A small pang of guilt hit me, and I knew that I left him alone in this big house while I ran from my pain and into my Husband’s arms, while Joseph had to tend to the house all alone.

Before the car came to a full stop I was out the door and gave Joseph as big a hug as I could. Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed into his charcoal gray suit, and the crying only got worse when he returned my hug with one of his own. I felt the kind old hands of the man who taught me how to read, and write, and cook, and told me stories about princesses and dragons, pat my head.

“There, there, Mrs. Simmons. Welcome home.”

I have some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that the next chapter is going to drop tomorrow and it is going to be huge. Easily the longest chapter I have written so far, and it is full of hot steamy (literally) goodness.

The bad news is that thanks so some absolutely horrible parenting decisions (I took my daughter to dance class during flu season and she is pre-K so all the girls were sick and had zero germ prevention skills) I have come down with what we shall call Snotvomit Disease, so I am going to take a few days off to try and beat the chicken soup eating record, drink more water than thought humanly possible and drug myself up to my eyeballs in medications in all the Christmas colors available.

Don't worry, I will post update so you know I didn't die, since that is apparently a thing with this flu, but I did get the vaccine and I have been taking all the vitamins and things so it shouldn't be so bad for me.

Get ready for a chapter full of hot and wet action!

I climbed to the controls, dripping with snot and sweat. The big red button labeled "Launch Next Chapter" just out of reach. I thought about giving up, giving in, but no. My readers needed me. They needed this. With a final lunge I slapped the big red button, and as the fever of the flu led me down the dark corridor to a dreamless, Nyquil influenced sleep, my last thought as I watched the next chapter launch into the internets, was "Motherfuckin' T-Rex Baby!" (Hey, fevers do strange things to my brain thing.):

(Mika)

I don’t know how long I cried, maybe a few second, or minutes, or a week, but eventually my sobs ran out and all that was left were sniffs. I felt like the weight of a thousand worries were lifted off my chest, and there were arms around me, Joseph’s arms, just like when I scraped my knee the first time I tried to ride a bike, or the time I broke my toe after my first field hockey game. Where as I felt safe and loved in David’s arms, Joseph was different. He was the second parent in my life, and was always there for me when Dad was working in the office, or away on a business trip. Now it felt like everything was going to be all right. I had my husband and I had Joseph around me. There was nothing that could hurt me anymore.

“Mrs. Simmons, have you eaten?” Joseph asked, and I couldn’t help my snort. He always wanted to know if I ate. It was his go to greeting, and it made me feel like I was home after a long journey.

“I didn’t, is there anything to eat?”

“I will have lunch ready in an hour, Mrs. Simmons.”

I pull back and frown up at him. “Please, call me what you always call me. It sounds weird, you calling me Mrs. Simmons.”

“Very well, Little Miss.” Ah, that was so much better. Joseph always had a kind smile on his face, like what you would picture an old world toymaker to have.

“Mr. Simmons, would Chicken Alfredo do for you?”

“Yes, Joseph. That would be fantastic.” David replied.

“Very good, Sir.” Joseph helped me up. “Did you bring any luggage?”

“No. We had to make this trip on short notice.”

Joseph and David shook hands, and then we were led into the home that I grew up in. It was exactly how I remembered it, the smells, like an old coat, comfortable and warm. The only thing missing from the place that I remember the last time I was here was all the funeral flowers were all gone. If I didn’t know better I would expect my dad to walk down the grand staircase and lift me up into the air, but I knew that it wouldn’t happen. Not anymore. I looked over to David, and the dad in my mind became my husband, lifting a dark haired little boy into the air. Oh, that would be the best sight, but not yet. Someday. Fatherhood would suit him I think.

No! Not yet! Hell, my mind can really wander sometimes. Still, I looked forward to many wonderful experiences with my husband, and that is one I looked forward to with glee.

“I will get dinner started,” Joseph called, “So why don’t you two go and relax by the pool. It is nice and warm out there, and I will have Mrs. Charlotte fetch you some lemonade.”

“Thank you, Joseph.” I beamed at him.

“Very good. Everything is where you left it.” With that, Joseph was off to the kitchen and David was following me up the stairs to my room.

My door didn’t change since I was six. It had cut out paper hearts, stars and a nameplate shaped like a unicorn with “Mika” written in recessed pink letters. The dark wood of the door make the contrasting bright colors of the decorations easy to spot from down the wide, blue carpeted hallway. When we reached the door I had an idea.

(David)

“You can’t come in!” Mika suddenly whirled around and pushed me back from her door.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a boy! Boys are not allowed in a girl’s room!” She gave me a scowl that told me she was serious.

“I’m your husband, Mika. We sleep in the same room at home, and I’m not going to judge the decor, and I am almost certain that it isn’t messy.” I couldn’t help the grin on my face, even though I was trying really hard to look offended.

“No!”

“But-”

“No! Not even you!” She stamped her foot and made it clear she wasn’t going to budge.

“Fine, I will stay in the guest room.” I threw my hands up, and she grinned at me. Oh, I knew she had something planned. I rolled my eyes and she stuck out her tongue. It was moments like these that it really hit me how young she was. It was really easy to forget when she acted so mature, doing all the housework and all the cooking, but she really was only fourteen after all. My fourteen year old wife…

Before I could say anything she was into her room and the door was closed with a slam, and I was left to find the guest room that I was going to be staying in. My favorite was the room that overlooked the gardens, if only because you could see the flowers blooming in the early summer sun, and in winter there was a pond in the back that we used to ice skate on. I remembered the one time I tried to teach Mika to skate when she was five. She hung onto my hand so tight that she cut off the circulation to my fingers. She also fell and twisted her ankle, and I had to carry her back into the house, and I got scolded by my dad for not taking better care of her. Then there was the time that I found her crying in the garden when she was seven. She was being bullied by a boy in her private school, and I remembered the rage.

It was the reason I got into martial arts was to curb that rage of mine. For some reason I had a lot of anger in my elementary school days, and my father’s solution was to put me into tournaments to let me blow off some steam, and it worked. I only lost two tournaments, my first two. I never wanted Mika to know of my anger issues, so I worked hard to hide it. Even now, I used my Karate classes to focus that anger, and to be honest, Mika’s smile had a profound effect in calming me down. It was almost like that part of me was incapable of coming out in her presence, and I never wanted to see the look in her eyes the day she saw that monster in me.

“Mr. Simmons, can I help you?” Mrs. Charlotte appeared behind me and I almost jumped out my my skin and into orbit. I bet that would give some astronauts a heart attack, I mean, she near gave me one.

“Oh! Uh-Yeah! I was just looking for a room. And a swimsuit. Because we were going to the pool.” I stammered like a moron, but all Mrs. Charlotte did was smile at me. Mrs. Charlotte was a middle aged woman, with blond hair that she kept in a tight bun in the back. She always had a pleasant look about her, even though I always on my best behavior around her, because even though she was always sweet, I couldn’t help but feel like this woman would break me in half with her pinkie if I so much as uttered a single syllable of a swear word in front of her.

“This way, Sir.”

She led me into my favorite guest room, and told me to settle in while she fetched me a pair of swim trunks. It was only a minute or two and she was back with a pair that I must have brought with me one time, since it fit me perfectly, then she left me to change.

After I was changed I made my way down to the pool. It was massive, the size and shape of a small lake, with a fake rock mountain on one side that was at least as tall at the second story, and had a meandering water slide that started at the peak and winded its way down, ending in the deeper end of the pool. There were also some waterfalls, the biggest one hiding a cave that I knew had a hot tub inside. Mika and I used to play hide and seek and it was my favorite place to hide because she would never think that anyone could hide in the hot water. She eventually figured me out but it took her a few years, around the time she started to like relaxing in the hot tub. I think it was also around the time she started doing field hockey.

I heard the sound of flip flops behind me, and I turned to see Mika. Holy shit! She was wearing a bikini, and while it wasn’t too small to be dirty, it sure showed off all her good sides. It was red with blue stripes, and pressed her breasts together in just the right way, showing off her ample cleavage. The bottoms did cover her but the material was thin enough that it was clear any water would make it cling to her skin and leave very little to the imagination.

“So?”

“So what?” I replied, still floored at how stunning she was with her bathing suit and how it only enhanced her hour glass figure into something so much more alluring.

She did a spin, and holy fuck! It was a thong!

“What do you think? Like it?”

All that I could think now was that for some reason the swim trunks I had on were feeling a little too tight right now. I instinctively held the towel in front of me. “I think I like it a little too much.”

She beamed at me, and suddenly bolted into the water with a big splash. I decided to join her, since I could easily hide the stiff erection I was sporting. As I slipped into the water from the side of the pool, Mika swam up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly I was under the water.

I broke out of the water and she was laughing, and I decided that I was a big proponent of revenge at the moment. I had perfected the art of the targeted splash, and my shot ran true, hitting Mika right in the face.

“Y-you!” She sputtered, “You splashed me!”

“Yup.” I grinned. “I’m not even sorry.”

Her eyes lit up, and I could see that my future was going to be one of endless torture. “Bring it on, babe!”

After a few minutes of a most epic watery battle between the forced of good (me), and pure girl levels of evil, I finally caught her and after applying a full tickle torture attack, threw her into the air, and she splashed down, leaving behind evidence of my victory, two triangular patched of cloth connected by a string.

Mika popped back up from the bottom, with only her arm keeping her modesty in check.

“You dick!” She shouted in between her giggles, and she grabbed the fallen top. “Turn around.”

I didn’t. “Why? Not like I haven’t seen them before.”

“That’s not the point.” She glared at me. I just smiled in return.

“I’m going to the hot tub.” I announced, and swam over to the large waterfall. Inside was a set of stairs that I climbed, and walked over to the recessed pool of hot water, and it felt magnificent. There was a hole in the top where I could see the blue sky above, and it was surrounded by plants so that it gave off the illusion of a tropical hideaway.

Mika soon stepped out of the pool and joined me, her top now firmly tied on.

“You know, you could have waited for me.” She pouted.

“I was just giving you some privacy.”

“Oh, what a gentleman you are.” She was dripping with sarcasm.

“Mrs. Simmons, you wound me!” I couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on my face.

She rolled her eyes at me, and the urge to quote Christian Grey wasn’t easy to suppress, but Mika hated that book, so I held my tongue. After all, seeing a fourteen year old with a perfect body, and a libido that would put almost any man in a world of trouble if he tried to match it, made me not want to ruin it with a smart comment. After all, I liked the trouble I could get into with her.

She slipped into the hot water with a groan of pleasure, and it sent the sound right to my cock, already stiff after watching her prance around in a bikini that fit her a little too well.

“Why don’t you come and sit by me?” I said, patting the water next to me.

She smiled, and it was a radiant smile that melted through me to my core, and she glided in the water over to me, and straddled me. Her lips met mine in a kiss that spoke her desire more than words ever could. She wanted me, really wanted me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. Her arms reached up and grabbed my hair, dragging my kiss deeper as she pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I pushed back, eventually pushing my way into her mouth and tasting the sweet flavor of Mika. My head swam in lust and the hot water wasn’t helping.

I pulled back, and we were both panting like we ran a mile full sprint. My hands were on the knot that kept her top on. Try as I might, my love drunk brain just couldn’t get around the string puzzle before me. Mika giggled, and reaching back easily undid the knot, and slipped out of her top, exposing her breasts, and I just couldn’t help myself. I popped her right nipple into my mouth and sucked while my hand found, and lightly pinched, her left nipple.

“Oh! God! David!” She moaned out. Her hips began to grind on me, and my erection became like granite. I could have fucked my way to the core of the Earth, but I was much more interested in Mika’s core at that moment.

Her hands were back in my hair, playing and kneading as she gasped and moaned, and I wondered if I could make her come just by playing with her tits, but she pulled me up to her lips, and they were cool from her panting, but her mouth was red hot. It was a very arousing contrast.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, and she clamped her knees tight, seemingly knowing was my intentions were.

“Oh, no baby. I am going to take you how I want you.” I said. I wanted her, and I had a plan.

She smiled, and her eyes were dilated with need. I pushed her legs apart, and she only put up a token resistance before spreading wide before me, her lips in full view, being clung to by the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. I pulled the fabric to the side, and I could see her glistening wetness that was absolutely not from the hot water. I leaned in and ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit, across her opening, and right up to her clitoris, and felt a satisfaction in hearing the cry of pleasure escape from her.

My tongue moved around like on autopilot as I reveled in her moans, feeling all around her clitoral hood, and circling the small, but swollen hard bean. I circled her opening with my finger, and then I slowly pushed it into her, feeling the top of her vaginal wall, and I felt the rough patch of nerves. I teased it while I devoured her pussy with my tongue, and I could feel her starting to tighten around my finger as her moans became sharp and high pitched.

“David!” She cried out in a thunderous orgasm. I had to move my head back quick before her legs trapped it in a death grip, as she shuddered in release.

I dragged off my trunks, exposing my cock, and untied the side strings that kept her bikini on, and I peeled off the fabric that was clinging to her sex. I threw it to the side of hot tub where it hit the floor with a splat. I looked at her, still trembling with orgasmic shudders, and I moved up to her. She opened her legs for me without opening her eyes, like she was sensing me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, and with a quick thrust I was in her, and she opened her eyes with shock, and just as quickly she clenched onto my hard erection with another shuddering orgasm. I mentally ticked off another orgasm on the score card.

When she relaxed again I began to move, feeling every warm, wet inch of her. I was already close as I watched her breasts bounce with my thrusts.

“Oh! David, fuck me hard. Please.” She begged, and I was only too happy to oblige. I slammed my cock deep into her, and she began to moan again as I hit deep, all the way to her womb. The slapping sound of my balls just heightened the erotic feeling, and I could start to feel the pressure build.

Mika grabbed around my neck and pulled me suddenly down into a deep kiss, and I began to buck into her with everything I had. Her moans and cries were muffled as she let them out into my mouth, and I could feel her walls tighten around me, pulling me in as I tried to move away, and accepting me back in hungrily. With one sharp cry she detonated around me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me into her as far as I could go. It set me off and I released my own orgasm inside her, pumping hot cum into her beet red pussy. My mind was swimming in post coital drunkenness as I collapsed onto her in exhaustion. The last thing I remembered was the light kisses she placed on the side of my mouth, and I fell asleep in her embrace on the side of the hot tub.

My God, I loved my wife.

Get well soon. Don't drink too many pills!

Feeling well enough to get back to the next chapter. Will have an update soon.

Update: I am still alive. Having a bit of a hard time with this lingering effects of the Flu, so I am taking my time with the next chapter. Let's call it Wednesday for the next installment. Thursday at the latest.

Even I got sick. So take it easy, just don't die on us.

>>25321
It seems like everyone got sick on this one, but outside of coughing like a plague victim extra in a sub-par medieval movie from the 90's I am doing much better. No longer sleeping for 18 hours a day, which was a thing at one point. It is still exhausting to cough that much all day and most of the night even on nyquil just to get a small dose of sleep. Turns out sleep deprivation does not a good writer make.

Oh I kinda envoy you. I wish I could sleep a solid 18 hours. I have to talk to clients all day long, so my voice is basically gone,I'm not coughing though, which is nice.

>>25323
I work from home and don't have to talk to anyone, I use email. So when I get sick I am mostly left alone to heal. It is the benefit of having no social life from the ages of 21-28. I don't recommend it but it does have some nice side benefits.

Pushing the next chapter to tomorrow. Had to rewrite it.

Ok, here is the next Chapter. We will be returning to our regular release schedule. Turns out the characters haven't been suffering in a while, so it's time to really blow things up:

(Mika)

My eyes opened to the sight of a naked, sleeping David, and I stole several moments taking him in. His dreamy body, it was all mine. I looked around and finally spotted my bikini, wadded up and wet on the floor of the hot tub cave. When I stood up I also spotted a pool of white, sticky liquid that remained where my butt had been.

After taking the service exit to the cave that was kept discreetly out of sight around the corner of the well sculpted rock work, I slipped over to the outdoor bar to grab a towel. I knew that the towels, at least the ones that were kept on this side of the pool, were in the bar, and it was an amazing bar. It was sunk into the ground with stairs leading to it on the dry side, but the really cool part about it was that you could swim up to it on the other side and sit on underwater stools. I remember there was one time my Dad had a party, and I would keep swimming up to the bar, and I drank so many virgin strawberry daiquiris that I got a stomach ache. I don’t remember much about the party, but I do remember throwing up pink for close to an hour. These days I can’t stomach anything sugary unless it has a ton of chocolate in it.

I slipped into the bar and found the cabinet that held so many neatly folded towels, all folded tightly, that I had a little trouble dislodging the first one. With towels in hand, and a spare pitcher of water, I returned to the cave. David was gone.

“David?” I asked, but there was no reply. He must have swam out to look for me, I thought to myself.

After using one of the towels and the pitcher of water to clean up the puddle, because I would die of embarrassment if anyone else had to clean that up, especially Joseph, I took the service exit back out and went looking for my missing husband.

(David)

There are few greater feelings in the world than getting to the bathroom just in time when you really have to pee. I sighed with relief, emptying everything I had in my bladder and saying a small “Thank you” to whatever divine providence let me get to the pool bathroom right before I popped. The bathroom had a sandstone floor and nautical tile work that had mosaic shapes of various sea creatures, all fitting in with the tropical island theme of the pool area, making me feel like I was in Hawaii, not western New Jersey.

After finishing, I went to look for Mika. She wasn’t in the hot tub cave when I got up, and I was most definitely hungry, so I decided to look for her in the direction of the kitchen. We hadn’t eaten all day, and if I knew Mika, like I knew Mika, she was probably starting to get very cranky. My wife was a definite sufferer of what doctors call, the Hangry. It was probably a very good thing that she was usually the one to prepare the meals. I was useless in the kitchen and sometimes I would forget to eat if left to my own devices. One time, when Mika had first come to live with me, she found out that I didn’t eat for three days before she showed up. Well it was more that I only ate a cookie and a banana at one point in those three days. I quickly learned that not only did Mika get angry when she was hungry, but she also could give me a glare that could kill most large animals if she thought that I was hungry, too.

As I walked into the kitchen, there was only Joseph. He was finishing up out late lunch, and he smiled politely as I walked in.

“Mr. Simmons, is there anything I can help you with?” I always liked Joseph, but his politeness always threw me off. I could never get a read on what he was thinking half of the time, and the other half was just as mysterious.

“I was just looking for Mika. Have you seen her?”

“I have not seen her yet, but I will let her know you are looking for her, Mr. Simmons.”

I smiled politely. “Thank you, Joseph.”

“Very good, Sir.”

I left Joseph to finish our food. After all this time of Mika cooking, it felt odd that someone else was making us food. I turned from the room and looked outside again. “Where could she be?”

(Mika)

Back in my room, I searched through my closet. Most of the clothes in here were a few sizes too small now. The only thing that even remotely looked like it would fit was a sun dress that I got a few months before I moved in with David. It used to be down to just past my knees, but now it barely made it to my mid thigh. I must have had a growth spurt at some point, and my breasts stretched the fabric to its limit. Still, it made my cleavage look impressive.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was not one for checking out girls, but even I could see how good I looked in the sun dress. Maybe a little too good. I decided to throw my jeans on, making my outfit more conservative. While I would have been happy as a clam to walk around with my assets hanging out just to make David all hot and bothered, I just couldn’t do that around Joseph, and lunch would be ready soon.

As I made my way down the grand staircase, I finally spotted David, still in his swim shorts, looking at the portrait of my Dad and I. I must have been around ten at the time, because I couldn’t believe I ever looked that much like a doll. I was in a black dress with white frills, and a black headband that stood out against my red hair. My eyes looked a little too big for my overly round face. Thankfully, my face slimmed down since then.

“David?” I called to him. He turned around and gawked at me. Even with the jeans on, I still had my chest to bother him with, and I couldn’t help my smile.

“Lunch is going to be ready soon.” He choked out finally. Oh, I loved it when I could effect him. Especially because it was just so easy!

I crossed my arms so that my cleavage was brought to the fore front. “That’s good, because for some reason I feel really hungry. Almost like I had a really intense workout.” I could see him swallow at the memory of our hot tub antics. He was so easy to fluster, and I could barely contain my grin.

“I’m going to change.” He muttered. He headed up the stairs and I took the opportunity to grab his butt as he passed by, causing him to jump and shoot up the stairs. His butt was so firm. I loved it, and just about everything else about him. I really was married to the greatest guy in the whole world.

The smells coming from the kitchen were heavenly, so I made my way to the dining room, but before I could make it to the bottom of the stairs there was a knock at the front door.

I stopped, and stared at it. Who the heck could that be?

The large booming door bell rang out. I walked over to the door and opened it just a crack, and then when I saw who it was I swung it open fully and gave Senator Fredrickson a big hug.

“Mika! Oh, thank goodness you made it here.” He said. “I didn’t think you would have made it here yet.”

“You were expecting us?”

“David is here too? That’s good. It’s good you two are safe.”

Senator Fredrickson was a close friend of my father, and he was the one who arranged our dispensation. The last time I saw him was at the funeral, where he helped carry my father’s casket. It looked like he aged twenty years since then, even though it was only a year and some change since then. His salt and pepper hair was now white, and it looked like he hadn’t slept in a while.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I would rather talk about this later.”

My heart clenched, but I pushed it away. “We were just about to have lunch, if you would care to join us.”

His smile told me he would love to. Just then, David finally came down. He was wearing a smart button down shirt that looked very light. It showed off his muscles even though it wasn’t tight, and his tan shorts made him look like a dream. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and I couldn’t stop my carnal thoughts. I made it a habit to ogle my husband, and him looking that good didn’t make it a chore at all!

“Oh, Senator Fredrickson. When did you get here?” David asked.

“Just now. I hear you two were going to have lunch. Mind if I join you two?”

David gestured to the dining room, and we all walked in and sat down to a very delicious lunch, prepared by Joseph. Maybe it was just my imagination, but Senator Fredrickson looked, nervous. Was something wrong? We all talked about things that I can’t remember, mostly telling stories about my Dad, and their school days. He asked David how teaching was going and was appalled to hear about the resignation. Then the conversation turned to Nancy “The Bitch” Patterson.

“David, I am really sorry that we couldn’t keep her away from you.” The Senator said.

“It’s not your fault.” David replied.

I sat in silence, finishing the last of the chicken that must have been made of delicious flavor itself. I made a mental note to get the recipe from Joseph.

“I’m afraid it was all my fault, actually. One of our interns proved to be less than discreet. It turns out he was a follower of Ms. Patterson, and was more interested in snooping in my files than actually doing work.”

“So this intern is the reason that all this is happening?”

“Yes, David. I am so sorry.”

“No, sir. It’s not something to be sorry over.”

Senator Fredrickson went pale, and I knew in my heart something bad was coming. “That is not what you are sorry for, is it?” I piped up. They both looked at me, one confused, one horrified.

“It isn’t. I’m afraid Ms. Patterson has a knack for drumming up a frenzy when she gets on a roll, and now…”

Oh, no.

“It looks like the dispensation is going to be repealed. I just wanted to come and prepare you for it.”

“WHAT!?” My shout startled both David and Senator Fredrickson. “How could you do this!” Fury gripped me in a way I had never felt before. The one thing I wanted in my life, the marriage I had been so blissfully happy in for the past year, was all being taken away from me all because that Bitch Whore couldn’t sleep with my husband.

“Mika, it isn’t me. I already promised to vote against the repeal, but most of the others are too scared for their reelections, and I think there are enough of them to pass it over even a veto from the President. I, at least, remember where my loyalties are. I am so sorry.”

I couldn’t listen to this anymore. I bolted from the room and, after bursting into my room, threw myself onto my bed and sobbed until my throat hurt, and then I sobbed some more. Everything came out. All of my grief over my father, and now my marriage, the two things that I cared for in my life were now being taken from me and there was nothing I could do about it, drove my wails of pain. For the first time in my life, I felt alone. All alone.

>>25327

*DUN DUN DUUUUN*

great work, Bard, this is awesome!

The description of the layout of the pool and in ground bar area was pretty immersive.

The strawberry daiquiris part was pretty funny too.

>>25336

Thank you. I was actually not very sure about including the details of the layout. I was worried that it would slow things down.

>>25335

Glad you like it.

I open my eyes, glued shut from sleep and drink. The room spins and I stumble over the sleeping dog on the floor.

"Shit, sorry."

I open my phone.

"When the fuck! Wasn't it Monday?"

I buckle down and write with fury.

(The next chapter will be out tomorrow.)

Next Chapter:

(David)

I stood on the other side of the door, hearing the one sound I never wanted to hear, the sound of my wife sobbing. Soon she would not be, but right now she still was my wife and I would stand by her side. Hell, even if she wasn’t my wife I would stand by her side, always. I loved her, and no stupid piece of paper, or lack there of, would ever change that. I knocked on the door. There was a sudden silence, and my heart pounded in my chest, anticipating being told to go away.

“Come in.” Her voice was hoarse, and she sounded unsure. I pushed the door open and there she was, on her bed holding a pink pillow. It was strangely appropriate.

“Hey,” I said. I just didn’t know what to say to her. I was as floored by the news that those spineless bastards were going to make it so that the happiest year of my life never happened, but Mika needed me to be strong for her.

“Hey,” she sniffed.

“Can I sit down?”

She nodded her response, and I look a seat by her. I looked around the room, taking in the place she grew up in. I guess she was still growing up. My eyes were drawn to her desk, white with a matching wood chair that had pink cushions. It was exactly what I would expect from a young girl. There was a computer on the desk, and behind it a cork board with pictures. Most of them were of her, with her father, in all the far flung places she traveled to while he was alive. There were some of me, arranged in just the right places so that they could be seen easily from the computer. One of me when I was thirteen, with little hearts drawn around it. How long has she had a crush on me? How long has she been in love with me?

There were stuffed animals, mostly horses but also a few bears, gathered up in a corner next to a closet door. There was the bathroom door, open to a sink that was covered with various tubes and tubs of whatever girls have, and on the other side of the room was a shelf with various trophies and treasures from when she was growing up. Then there was the bed, pink covers over a white wood frame, and a pink canopy overhead. Somehow it made me feel comforted while I sat here.

“David,” she choked out, “what are we going to do?”

I honestly had no idea.

“What can we do? It seems like this is out of our hands, for the moment at least.”

“I don’t want to be apart.” She whispered.

I laid down beside her, pulling her into my arms and she buried her face into my chest. I stroked her long, red hair. “I don’t want to be apart either.”

“Will I have to move out?”

My heart gave a sudden pang of pain as I thought of not waking up next to her. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“But I won’t be your wife.”

“Does it matter? I love you, and that won’t change, no matter what.”

She grabbed my shirt, pulling herself tight to my chest, and I could feel the wetness of her tears seeping through. “Oh, David. You know we won’t be allowed to be together if we aren’t married.” She murmured into my chest. I knew she was right, but I didn’t want it to be true, for her, or for me. There had to be another way.

“We should just run away, where no one knows who we are.”

Her words came out of nowhere, but they were the ones I was thinking of at that exact moment. Yes, Mika and I could run. We could get into my car and drive away. We could buy a little place in the middle of nowhere, and live under false names. I knew that it would take a while for them to nullify our marriage, so it wouldn’t be a crime to take my wife on vacation, and by the time our relationship became illegal again, we would be long gone.

“We can’t Mika, it would be wrong.” I sighed. I knew we couldn’t. It would be a fun fantasy, but it would be horrible to make everyone worry like that.

She looked up at me with hurt in her eyes. “So you are going to break your promise?”

“What?”

“You promised never to leave me. Well I’m going, and if you don’t come with me that would be breaking your promise!”

Oh, yes. I did promise that to her. I can’t believe I forgot that. I sighed with resignation. “All right, Mika. Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t care.” She thought for a moment, too absorbed in the task to remember that she was supposed to be crying. “How about that cabin? The one in Pennsylvania that your Dad owns. The one for fishing trips?”

I remembered the one she was speaking about. My dad loves fishing and so he bought a piece of land near Oil City, PA that had an old cabin and a lake with lots of fish in it. There was also a dock, too. It would absolutely be roughing it, since there was no electricity up there, but at least we would have running water and town would not be so far away. The cabin was well insulated and the lake was well stocked so we could stay there for quite a long time without anyone bothering us.

“All right. We can leave whenever you want. Just, let’s go tonight, so no one will notice we’re gone.”

“No, I want to go now. Let’s pack and just go.”

She gave me a look that made it clear it was going to be done her way. I had a really bad feeling about this.

(Mika)

I hated the sun. David had been driving for a few hours, and the setting sun was just in the right place; too low to be covered by the sun visor, but not low enough to be covered by the hills of Pennsylvania. We were on I-80, I think, and the miles blended with the curves in the road, making my attention wander to wherever it wanted to go.

My thoughts pulled me to the first time we spent time up at the cabin. I must have been ten at the time, and David’s Dad must have invited us up to fish. My Dad had just been diagnosed with the illness that eventually killed him, but I didn’t know it at the time. He didn’t start to fade until I was eleven or so, but it did seem strange at the time that he wanted to spend every waking day making memories. Had I known at the time, I wouldn’t have resisted so much, but all my Dad had to tell me was that David would be there and I packed my overnight bag in record time.

When we got there, I remember seeing David coming out of the water, wearing nothing but swim trunks that seems to barely hand on his hips. He must have been sixteen at the time, and just remembering him back then made my panties wet.

“Hey, Mika!” He shouted at me as we got out of the car. My dad and his shook hands, and David ran over. Even back then he was all tight and toned, and his six pack was just starting to form. I think that was the first time I felt desire, and my tastes became very, very singular.

While my Dad and his tried their best to catch a fish, David took me up the mountain, or hill, I honestly don’t know the difference, and showed me a nest at the top of a tree.

“It’s a Bald Eagle nest. They used to not be in this area, but we think this may be one of the first to settle back in this area.”

I could listen to David talk about animals all day. Okay, I could listen to David talk about anything all day. Even then, the sound of his voice spoke directly to the place between my legs, and it was confusing, and I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I also wanted to run into his arms. My ten year old brain, just starting to awaken to the need for David to be naked in front of me, just froze up, and I listened to him talk about Eagles, or History, or whatever. Honestly, all paid attention to was the way his lips were moving, and how I wanted to taste them.

Taste them! I didn’t know what was wrong with me at the time, but I sure do now.

The cabin only had one room, with two sets of bunk beds in the back and a living room with a couch, table with some creaky chairs and a propane stove that was hooked to one of those cans you get at a gas station. We had canned ravioli, since both of our dads didn’t catch anything, and all I could do was steal glances at David. I wanted him to be mine. I worried that he was going off to college that year, and maybe some college girl would give him kisses!

“Mika? Something wrong?”

I looked up at David, and his eyes were full of worry. “Oh, nothing. Just, I need the bathroom.”

After waiting the proper amount of time in the smelly outhouse, I returned to the cabin just in time for camp stories and then bed. David let me have the bottom bunk. I was always worried that if I slept on the top bunk I would fall out. I was a wanderer in my sleep back then.

As I lay there, in the dark, listening to David’s steady breathing, my mind wandered back to seeing him getting out of the water. I could feel that itch in between my legs, and I moved my hand down to rub it away. I slipped my fingers under my pink pajama bottoms, and under my panties, and felt the heat of my slit, a heat I never felt there before. I remembered Sex Ed at school, and they talked about how babies were made, and my imagination ran wild with images of David on top of me.

My fingers probed the puffy outside of my slit. I tried to recall the name, Labia I think. I could feel a wetness that wasn’t there before, and as my fingers explored, I found a little bump right where the itch was, but it wasn’t an itch really, it was something else. I rubbed the bump, and it felt amazing! I pictured David touching me there, and it made my cheeks heat at the thought. Oh, I would love him to touch me there. My rubbing became faster as I lost myself to the feeling, and I felt a pressure starting to build. What would happen with the pressure became too much?

I could feel my breathing quicken, and everything else for that matter. The more I thought about David touching me down there, the more the pressure climbed in my belly, until it suddenly released as a wave of, I don’t know but it felt amazing, washed over me.

“Mika! Are you all right?”

It was David, at my side. Oh, no. I must have cried out.

“I, um.” I stammered.

“Was it a bad dream?” My Dad asked. Oh crap, he was there too!

“Uh, yeah. It was a bad dream. I have to pee.” I said as I jumped up and ran out the door to stand in the smelly outhouse and try to figure out what was going wrong with me. Wrong? No, something wasn’t wrong with me. It was something very right, and it was because of David. I made a mental note to look it up when we got home, on the brand new laptop my Dad got me.

“Mika, we’re here.”

David’s voice jolted me awake from the dream I was having. It was about the first time I was here, and I looked out to the familiar view of a little green painted cabin, and the outhouse that was the refuge for my sexual awakening.

Great chapter! Can't wait for more.

>>25356

If you can wait till tomorrow, I should have the next chapter done.

What the hell! Doesn't this author keep deadlines? Also the writing sucks, the characters are unoriginal and what the fuck is up with having two Mary Sue's in the damn story! Who is writing this shit!

Oh, me?

Umm... So how about that new chapter?:

(Mika)

David opened the door to the cabin, and I reveled in the smell of wood and mothballs. It looks like time stopped since I was last here, the two sets of bunk beds still had the old pillows and blankets on them. They looked clean enough. No doubt David’s father has been here at least a few times since that day.

“I think it’s going to be cold tonight.” David said, walking into the cabin. While the outside air was cool, the inside of the one room was downright chilly. “I may have to go into town to get some firewood, and at least something for us to eat tonight.”

“Where are you going to go?”

“There is a market in town, they will probably have what we need. Do you think you can hold the fort down while I go?”

I looked into David’s eyes. Oh, they were so dreamy, but they were also full of concern.

“Yes, Dear. I can manage.” I rolled my eyes. It isn’t like I couldn’t keep a four bedroom house in order, so a one room cabin should be a piece of cake.

“All right. No one knows we are here, so there shouldn’t be anyone else coming up here. Just don’t go wandering around, just in case there are bears around.”

“David, I will be fine.”

I launched myself at him, and nearly knocked him down. Pulling his head to me, I kissed him, passionately. He pulled me into the kiss, and I lost myself in his arms. We could have been there for hours, or minutes. I don’t know, but we were breathless when we pulled apart.

“Mika…”

“Go, David. I will be fine, I promise.”

He nodded, and then walked out the door, and I was alone in the cabin. I watched his car pull out and down the road, and then the outside was just the dark. I looked over the cabin, closely this time. There was a lot of dust and dirt. There were some dishes in the basin that acted as a sink. The faucet was one of those ones that you had to pump, and I was reminded of those old black and white shows from the old days, where they put food in an actual ice box, with real ice in it.

Oh my gosh! Was that mold growing on the plates? It was!

I decided to reach deep down and pull out my inner Snow White. It was time to clean. I remember the times I was reported on, they used to call me the Attaco Princess. Well, it was time to earn that title, by making this cabin spotless, sans helpful woodland critters, but I had my phone on me and I was sure I had at least a few cleaning songs on there.

I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed the broom from the corner where it was clearly thrown the last time David’s Dad was here, and I got to work.

(David)

Mar’s is nearly empty of customers when I arrived. Pulling out a shopping cart, I walked into the box-shaped building and began the unnecessarily difficult task of getting food. Mika always gave me a list when I did the shopping, but without her expert directions I found myself wandering without purpose.

A buzz in my pocket distracted me from trying to decide which package of dried camping food would be least awful. I don’t bother to check the number…

“Hello?”

“David, how are you?” The sickeningly sweet, predatory voice of Nancy Patterson floats out of the phone and right to my stomach, and makes it sick.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Oh, David. You really should watch your language.”

“You really should find a farm house to get crushed under. Tell me, do you have a sister who would be overly obsessed with your shoes in the event you do?” I sniped at her.

“Now that’s just mean. I was just calling to let you know the Senate will be voting tomorrow. When you are a single man, we should get coffee sometime.”

“Nancy, in the event I find myself single again you can be assured that they is no way I will have coffee with you. In fact, having relations with a cactus filled lemon juice bath comes far, far before I would consent to be in the same state as you. Fuck off!”

I ended the call, fuming. If there was such a thing as pure hate, I may just have found it. Quickly, I finished my shopping and hope that Mika will be able to do something with the stuff I got.

(Mika)

“There, all finished.” I announced to no one in particular. The cabin looked clean, and all before David got back! Yes, I was that amazing. Now where were my woodland critters? I think I earned them at this point.

The dishes were all spotless and stacked next to the propane stove. I checked it and was glad it lit up, showing there was still propane in the small tank on the side. If there was a spot of dust anywhere in the room it was so well hidden, not even Joseph would have been able to find it. I even cleaned the windows of cobwebs and the blankets on the bunk beds were all neat and perfectly proportioned so that they were ready for occupants. The only issue is that they didn’t have the crisp, clean smell that a run or two in a washer would give them. That would have to wait for tomorrow.

I spotted the lights of David’s car coming up the dirt road, and I rushed out of the cabin to greet him. When he stepped out of the car, he looked sour about something, but I didn’t give him the chance to remain that way as I launched myself into his arms.

“Mika!” He shouted in surprise at the squealing fourteen year old hug missile that I turned into hit him in the chest.

“I missed you.”

“I can see that.” He chuckled. “Wanna help me with the food?”

I nodded, and we brought in the groceries, laughing about something or another. It didn’t matter. I was with the man that I loved more than anything, and just hearing his voice was all I needed to feel satiated for conversation, although it did make me hunger for other things.

After I made us food, spaghetti with meatballs, I washed the dishes while David moved the bunk beds together so that we could sleep next to each other. I was happy to curl up next to him, knowing in my heart that the days I would be able to do this were numbered.

***

I woke up with a start. David wasn’t in bed, and he wasn’t in the cabin. We were so tired, we didn’t even have sex, and I could feel the frustration.

I looked out the window and there was no sign of the car. David must have gone out to get something, and I really wished he woke me up so I could go with him. At least I would have the chance to do some chores around here, and it was light and sunny, so that helped my mood.

There was a dock that jutted out into the lake, and I walked all the way to the end. It floated on the water and was held in place by chains that were obviously tied to the bottom by something heavy, like a rock or something. I would love to go skinny dipping with David, and maybe make love in the dark water. Then again, maybe not, because the thought of a fish touching me gave me the creeps. It was a phobia I had, and it was the reason I never liked going snorkeling. My skin crawled at the thought of getting fish slime on my leg, or arm. I shuddered at the thought. No, we would be skipping lake fucking this time around.

I was laying out on the porch of the cabin, sunning myself with my shirt off, leaving only my bra on with the straps slid down so I didn’t get those pale lines when my skin eventually turned pink, because my complexion never allowed for anything close to a tan, when David pulled up.

“Hey, Darling!” He called out, and stepped out of the car with two covered cups. He handed one to me, and it was a coffee, just how I liked it, with cream and sugar.

“Mmm.” It had enough cream in it to make the coffee thick and bland, and it was perfect.

“I’ll take that as approval.”

“David, I approve of anything you do, but this is perfection.”

“You are perfection.” David whispered into my ear, and it made my cheeks turn beet red. He kissed my forehead, and I spun around on my heel and snuggled into his chest. He held me and I sipped my coffee as we watched the birds fly over the lake.

“I called my Dad,” He said, “to let him know where we were.”

“Oh?”

“He told us to be careful, that there are bears out here, and to not worry.”

My brow narrowed. “Not to worry about what?”

I could tell David was keeping something from me, and I didn’t appreciate being kept out of the loop.

“David, tell me what’s wrong.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, looking like he was forcing himself to eat something slimy, and awful. “They are voting today on our marriage. After today we will probably not be married anymore.”

My heart sank like a stone. This was probably my last day being Mrs. Simmons. Would I have to go back to Attaco? Would I still be allowed to stay with David? Tears started to form in my eyes.

“No, baby. Don’t cry.” David pulled me close. I felt so safe in his arms.

“You won’t leave me, right?” I asked.

“No. Never.” He kissed me deeply, and I needed him. If this was going to be my last day as his wife, I was going to make the most of it, the future be damned.

I pulled off his shirt, and he undid my bra. With my breasts exposed, he put a nipple into his mouth and began to suck, and just like before, my nerves were direct, express connected to my groin. His tongue moved around the tip, pulling and elongating it with each suck, and the warm wetness oozed into my panties. I was all his, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this man.

His hands stroked my stomach, and then slipped into my pants, and then there they were in the wet sensitive flesh that craved his every touch. He circled my clitoris with his finger, and I moaned with wild abandon as I melted into his sensual scent, or was that my scent? I didn’t care anymore.

Pulling away from me, he smiled a devilish grin. “Shall I take you inside the cabin, Mrs. Simmons?”

“No.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit his earlobe. “I want you to fuck me on the dock. I want to never forget this. Make me yours, forever.”

David pulled his hand out of my pants and undid the button. He slowly unzipped them and pulled them down slowly, dragging my already soaked panties down with them. After helping me out of my shoes and socks, I stood there, naked as the day I was born, and he took me in, burning the sight of me into his memory.

“Mika, you are so beautiful.”

I blushed, suddenly shy with his gaze. After all I had done with this wonderful, beautiful man, the sex, the blow job under his desk, the hot tub… How could I by shy now?

He suddenly lifted me up into a princess carry, and my arms instinctively went around his neck. He carried me out to the end of the dock and gently laid me down on the cool metal covering over the floats.

“You all right with this?” He asked.

“David, I want you to take me. Now. Here. I want there to be no doubt that I belong to you, mind, body, and soul.”

He smiled, and he kissed me so deeply that my head spun with excitement and anticipation at what was to come.

Here's the deal. So I am a bit behind my writing. I suffer from chronic headaches that I have had since I was 4 years old, and every now and then I get one that lasts for a full on week and basically knocks me out for the count. I don't like it, but it is a thing I have to put up with every now and then. The bogus part is that I can't take medication for it outside of OTC pain killers because I do things that prevent me from taking anything stronger than a decaf cup of coffee.

So I am gonna have to work on the story when I can and crush my way through the rest of the story when I am back to 100%. Just know I am fine and not abandoning you guys, just gonna be a little absent for about 3-5 days.

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I hope you get well soon. Take care and don't worry too much. "stronger than a decaf coffee."lolol

Half way through the next chapter. Possibly tomorrow or the next day it will be done. Just keep an eye out.

Ready for the 18th Chapter? Of course you are. Here you go:

(Mika)

He filled me, every inch of his dick reached deep into my core. Oh, David! I loved him more than anything in the world. Every thrust pushed me against the metal of the dock, and the pain that the bite of the dock was only matched by the pleasure of being fucked by the man I loved. It only made me want more. It opened up a part of me that I didn’t even know was there, a part that wanted to be bit, scratched and marked up in our love making.

“David, harder! I want it rough! I want to never forget this feeling!”

My pleading unleashed something inside him, a wild animal that filled me with lust, and a little bit of fear. His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “As you wish, Mika.”

Before I knew what was going on, I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. The metal dug into my hands and I could feel him behind me. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my hair, just above my neck, and pushed me down so that my cheek pressed into the dock, and he was in me again, filling me all the way and bottoming out.

Ah! I cried out as he began to move. I could feel him stretching me as he slammed down into my pussy, his skin slapping against my ass. It made me feel dirty. So dirty, and yet so loved. “Ah! Fuck me, David! Make me yours, forever!” I was desperate, pleading, I wanted him to lose himself just like I was lost in him.

“Jesus! Mika, you are so perfect!” His hand came down and slapped my ass, making me tighten at the sudden shock of pain. It made me so wet. He pulled out of me, and before I could protest, he turned me over and pulled me into his lap. I was face to face with my David, my sexy, beautiful man. His eyes sparkled and he pushed into me in just the right way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my chest as his hands forced my hips to ride his dick, stimulating all the right spots inside and out.

Then I could feel it, his mouth on my breast, circling kisses around my nipple. I started to thrust myself down harder on him, pushing him into my pussy as far as he could go. I would never have him deep enough. His tongue played with my nipples, now rock hard and sending sparks all the way down to the tender flesh between my legs. My heat radiated, and I could feel my nerves ignite. I felt like I was going to explode into cinders at any moment. I pulled his face away from my breasts and planted a desperate kiss onto his lips, and his tongue slid into my mouth, fighting for dominance that I willingly relinquished as I pulled his dick across my G-spot, or he was thrusting up against it, I didn’t know anymore. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do this to me forever.

“David! I’m close!” I cried out as the pressure built up in me.

“Me too, baby,” David growled into my mouth, and he pulled my hair back so he exposed my neck, and he kissed my throat. His thrusts, or mine, became a grind. All these sensations, all these feelings, pushed me over the edge and I detonated around his dick, and my screams of my thunderous orgasm set him off too. He tensed inside me as a warm, sticky feeling exploded in the depths of my core, and his dick pushed so far that it was almost painful, and it caused me to detonate a second time.

“Fuck! David!”

I collapsed into his arms, and he held me until the tremors of my shotgun orgasm slowly subsided. We laid there, two bodies glowing in post-coital bliss, our breathing slowing down as we came back to Earth from the Heaven we found ourselves in.

(David)

We were in my car, heading down the road to a restaurant I found when I was out shopping. It looked interesting and it got plenty of good reviews when I looked it up on my phone. Mika was wearing a short green pleated skirt with a white button down blouse that she had unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. Her shoes were black flats that she chose to mirror the shoes I had on. It was her way of going the extra mile, and I appreciated it.

A few hours ago we got the news that as of midnight tonight we would no longer be married, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to change for us, we would just hide out here and then move back to the Mansion and remarry when she was old enough. It wasn’t like I had to work, so I could spend the time helping Mika with her school work and keeping the flame alive, not like there was any chance of our flame dying anytime soon. She seemed to agree. Joseph would become her legal guardian and as long as he was fine with me staying, and I had no doubt that he would, there was nothing anyone could say about it. Sure, we would have to keep the fact that our relationship would continue as if nothing happened a secret, but we would still be together and when the right time came we would have a big wedding and a proper honeymoon. Then there would be nothing that bitch could do or say about it.

Sure, there were probably about a billion things that made that plan unreasonable, but my heart wouldn’t let me think of that. I wanted to stay with Mika until Death himself parted us, and even then he would have one hell of a fight on his hands.

I pulled up to the restaurant, and I opened the door for Mika, and her beaming smile let me know how happy she was with my manners. I could survive only on that smile, and maybe frequent visits to that special place between her legs that was only meant for me. Still, it was nice to get food every once in a while. Angelo’s was a pretty upscale place for Oil City, with dark walls and tasteful pictures of Italy surrounding a nice room filled with white cloth covered tables, each with a tasteful candle that pulled everything into to room into intimate bubbles of light. The soft piano music pumped through the speakers that were hidden by the occasional plant finished the ambiance and I knew we would have a wonderful dinner, the last one as husband and wife for quite a while.

When we were led to a table near the back, I preempted with server and pulled out Mika’s chair for her.

“Oh? Being extra attentive, Mr. Simmons?” She quipped at me, beaming that smile that melted my heart every time.

“Always, Mrs. Simmons.”

The dinner was lovely, and we talked like we normally did, before the trouble with bottom feeding muckrakers, that is.

“David, are you sure we should stay together?”

“Mika, I made you a promise never to leave you, and I intend to keep that promise. There isn’t an army in the world that can keep me from you.”

Even in the dim light of the restaurant I could see the blush overtake her. It was always a fun sight to behold.

“You’re blushing.” I grinned at her. She tried, in vain, to hide her face from me. “Why so shy, Mrs. Simmons?”

“You know why.”

“Do I?” I loved teasing her, especially after all the teasing that she put me through over the last few days.

“How long can we stay at the cabin?”

“Getting ideas?” I said, giving her a wicked look. Sometimes I just loved playing the Devil in our relationship, being the tempter, for once.

“David, I think you know me better than that.” She protested in mock shock. I couldn’t help but light up. Oh, tonight was going to be a fun night, even though the bitter thought of our impending annulment kept threatening to sour my mood. I could tell that Mika was also thinking about it from time to time. I would catch her trying to hide the stab of dismay every time we danced around the subject of tomorrow.

“I think we can stay at the cabin for as long as we want, but we should get settled in at your place before the end of summer. I also have to sell the house, since we are no longer going to be there.”

“It sucks that we can’t live there anymore.”

Mika’s gaze falls to the table, and we eat in silence when the food arrives. I didn’t want things to get to awkward. I would have preferred it if she could take some time to forget the unpleasant fact that she wouldn’t be my wife in a few hours.

“If I can’t be your wife, can I at least be your girlfriend for a while?”

I look into her pleading eyes. “Of course, Mika. I was going to ask… I mean, would you want to be? After all, you would have to put up with dating such an old man…” I let my voice trail off, but I couldn’t hide the grin.

“You’re not old.”

“I’m ancient.”

Her giggle finally lifted the mood and we finished our dinner, and skipped dessert, and I made sure to leave a very generous tip with the bill. As we walked out to the car, I couldn’t help my mind wandering to all the things that we could do while dating. Then there was the whole proposal that I would have to set up, for when she was old enough. I try to remember what the legal age to marry was. If I had to wait the four years for her to turn eighteen, I would without complaint, but I still hoped for sooner. I would have to look that up when we got back to the cabin.

On the drive back, I noticed that the tank on the car was getting low, and I decided to stop at the gas station on the way to the cabin. It was a small place, but they had bathrooms, and I desperately needed to go.

“Baby, I need to use the restrooms. If you want, you can go pick up some water, or soda, or whatever, for the cabin tonight.”

She beamed at me. “I love it when you call me that. Okay, I’ll grab some stuff.”

She bounced out of the car and I slipped into the restroom. It was grungy inside but I just needed to pee. I could hear the sound of a few motorcycles pull up, not because the walls were so thin but because they were the kind of loud that shook the roof tiles. When I walked outside the monster inside noticed the trouble before I did. Three bikers, wearing the same vests, each emblazoned with a skull of some kind, surrounding Mika. They towered over her, and probably towered over me, too. They looked more ogre than men.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let us show you a good time.”

One of them leaned into Mika, and she backed up in fear, but glared at them with determination too.

“I said no! Don’t you have sometime better to do than harass fourteen year olds?”

“Age is just a number, little girl. Besides, you are hurting our feelings. Maybe if you say your sorry, we promise not to be too rough.” The biggest one said, and I could feel the rage build.

“Hey, assholes! Get away from her!” My words cut through the air and they all turned to me. I could feel the fight coming, and a big part of me wanted it to happen, to kill them with my bare hands, for putting that fear into Mika. My Mika!

“Someone put on their Death Wish pants on today, huh?” I could see the “1%” patch on their vests. Shit. I made a mental note to keep an eye out for weapons.

“Is that what you call your jeans? Funny name for them, but I think you guys terrorized my girl for long enough. We are leaving, and I think you should too.” I was shaking with rage.

The big one laughed. “Hoo, boy that is funny. Look at ya. There’s three of us and one of you, and I can see you shaking there. Why don’t you run along and forget about the bitch and maybe-”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I quickly closed the distance and cracked him on the jaw before he could react. His buddy, the fat one, shoved Mika out of his way and I watched in horror as her head made a sickening thud on the curb, leaving her unconscious and a trickle of blood forming around her temple. My eyes were locked on her lifeless form as I felt the massive hand of the fat one grab my shirt, and then the monster broke from the cage I spent so many years building, and all I could see was the red of rage. All I could hear was the crunch of broken bone, and the scream of pain, and the pounding heartbeat of the rage inside me. Then the blue and red lights lit up the gas station, and the questions as I watched the paramedics put Mika into the ambulance, and the lights of the hospital that were far too bright. All a slide show of things, and events.

The monster was back in his cage, but the only thing I could register is the sight of my beloved Mika, the girl who meant more to me than my own life, lying in a hospital bed, and my world was contained in a small hospital room, and the only sound was the “beep, beep, beep” of a heart monitor.

Next chapter coming out tomorrow.

Next Chapter:

(David)

I couldn’t remember how long it’s been. The sun out of Mika’s room came up and set, only to come up again. Doctor Banson was a kind, elderly man, and thankfully aware of our situation. He listed me as a relative, allowing me to stay by her side after visiting hours. I’m grateful for it, because it would have been really inconvenient for them to try to remove me. I made Mika a promise, and I was going to keep that promise no matter what. I was no longer her husband, at least legally, but I was still the man she married, and that has to count for something.

They checked on her recently. She has a concussion and there was some swelling in her brain, but she is stable and they tell me she is going to wake up anytime now. “It just takes time for the body to do what it needs to get better.” That’s what the nurse said the last time she was in to check on Mika’s vitals. I wanted to believe that, but seeing her, paler than I have ever seen her, and the bright fire of her hair muted, makes my mind slip to darker thoughts that I push away immediately. When the nurse leaves I return to my vigil, sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed and holding her hand so that she can feel me next to her, so that she can have a way to come back to me.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I looked up, and there was the police officer that questioned me at the gas station. She was an African-American woman with dark eyes that looked like they have seen way too much of the world. I guessed she was a soldier before she was a police officer. I remembered the work my Dad did with Veterans Charities and everyone I met there had the same look, the same eyes. This time there was another person with her. An older man with a tailored suit and a briefcase that said “Lawyer” louder than if it was emblazoned in neon on his forehead.

“Hello, Detective,” I replied with little enthusiasm in my voice.

“This is the assistant DA. We want to talk to you about the incident.”

I glared at them. “Are you charging me with anything?”

“No.” The assistant DA chimed in. “It’s pretty clear that you acted in self defense. We reviewed the security footage and we have a strong case against them. Both men are being charged with a host of crimes that will keep them locked away for a very long time, and on top of that they have charges for murder in Ohio so we doubt you will have to worry about them ever again.”

“I’m not worried.” I answer truthfully, and I turn back to Mika. Then I catch something he said. “What do you mean, ‘Both’?”

“One of them didn’t make it. He died this morning from the injuries he sustained.” The Detective said.

“Oh.” I replied, frankly I didn’t care at all. The only thing in my life that mattered to me right now was the girl who’s hand felt way too small in my hand. I could have sworn that her hands were bigger. She looked like a child in that large hospital bed, diminished when she should be vibrant and smiling. I should be hearing her laugh and that glint in her eyes when she looks at me, the one that expresses her complete devotion to me. If I could feel anything, I would be crying, but without her presence I just couldn’t feel anything. I was empty without her.

“How is she?” The older man said.

I ignored his stupid question. The man had eyes, didn’t he? If it wasn’t for the gentile movements of her breathing she may as well have been a wax statue. I didn’t remember hearing them leave, but they did, and I couldn’t have cared less. My Mika was lost, and I was stuck waiting for her to come back. She wasn’t alive, nor was she dead, but she was stuck somewhere in the middle. My mind went back over the last year or so, where we were happy. I remembered the time she first moved into my house. She gave me hell because my fridge only had an out of date carton of milk, two sticks of string cheese and some leftover Chinese takeout. She made me drive her to the supermarket and stock the fridge with everything she needed. It was strange and at the same time the most normal thing for us to do.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there. Visiting hours-”

“Oh, shut it. I’m with the press.” Are you fucking kidding me! I knew that voice anywhere, and sure enough the door opened to reveal literally the very last person I wanted to see. Nancy Patterson.

I kissed Mika’s hand to let her know I was going to be right back, and then I rose to my feet and turned to Nancy, my eyes full of nothing that could be misinterpreted as kindness, or welcome. The monster inside, slumbering inside the cage but the bars fully broken, stirred from his sleep.

“Nancy, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Her vile smile of self-satisfaction made the monster inside me open one glowing red eye as I glared at her. I was about to feel something for the first time since the ambulance took Mika away, and it wasn’t the emotion I hoped it would be.

“Looking for a story, of course.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet in just the right way to let me know she was here to gloat.

“Get out of here. Haven’t you ruined our lives enough?”

My anger was just below the surface, threatening to boil over. This was all her fault. Mika and I wouldn’t have had to go through any of this if she just left us alone, where we were happy.

“Mr. Simmons, do you want me to call security?”

I looked over to the nurse, and I nodded. She left to go make the call.

“David. You just don’t understand. She wasn’t good for you. How could you have been happy with a little kid?”

I can’t believe what I was hearing. “I was happy! I was very happy! I was loved, unconditionally, by the best girl in the world!” I couldn’t stop myself from yelling at the top of my lungs. How dare she! She just stood there, giving me a look that held contempt for everything that I was.

“Love is a myth.” Nancy snapped. “All love is just another word for lust. You were just lusting over a child-”

“My wife!”

Her mouth curled up into a grimace. “Not anymore,” She said quietly. “I saw to that. The little whore should have never crossed me. She deserved everything she got.”

My back hand was across her face before I could stop it, the monster lashing out at her. She fell to the ground, a stunned look on her face, and she held her cheek. I looked up and there were two security guards standing there, looking impassive at the scene they just witnessed. The Detective was with them, glaring at Nancy. She obviously heard everything. Nancy shot to her feet.

“Call the police,” She demanded, “This man assaulted me and I want to press charges.” She emphasized the word “Man” like it was a curse.

“I am the police, Ms. Patterson, and I saw the whole thing. I don’t think that making up stories about assault is legal.” I gawked at the Detective. She clearly saw the strike.

“But… But, you saw him!” Nancy stammered in protest.

“I saw you fall.” The Detective replied, stone faced. “Now are you going to leave or do I have to arrest you?”

Nancy looked half way between angry and confused.

“Nancy, just go,” I said. Clearly that was the wrong thing to say at that moment, because she turned on me and tried to slap me, only to find I wasn’t where she expected me to be, instead careening into a cart with medical equipment on it. It was very easy to read what she intended to do, and I made sure to step out of the way. “Detective…”

“Detective Hicks.” I never did catch her name, but I was glad to know it.

“Detective Hicks, please get her out of here.”

“Would you like to press charges?” She asked me with an eyebrow raised that gave me the answer she wanted to hear, and I was grateful enough for her help that I decided to comply.

“Yes, please.”

Nancy was dragged out of the room in handcuffs, shrieking about lawsuits and police brutality until her voice faded away, and I was left alone, or so I thought.

“I’m so glad she is gone.”

The voice was small, and I almost didn’t catch it, but then it hit me. Looking over to the bed, my eyes met the two emerald green eyes that I ached to see over the last few days.

“Mika!”

I had to stop myself from scooping her up out of the bed, instead tenderly embracing her and being mindful of the tubes and wires that seemed to be required in hospitals. “Oh, thank God you’re back to me.” It was all I could say to her. I kissed her, desperately, passionately. I wanted every ounce of my kiss to tell her everything that I didn’t have the words for. How much I loved her, how happy I was she was back, how scared I was I would never see her smile again, it all flooded out of me and into her soft, but very dry lips.

Her arms caressed my cheek, and she kissed me back, putting all her love into it. “David,” She said, pulling back for a moment, “Oh, David. I love you.”

“I thought…”

She kissed me again, and again. Her heavenly soft lips calming me, and the monster in my chest wandered back to its cage, and went back to sleep. She was my balm, my savior, and my love.

“Can I ask you for something?” She said with a weak smile.

“Anything.”

“I could use some water.”

I was out the door in a flash and over to the nurse’s station. I grabbed one of the pitchers of water they kept there, along with a cup, and not caring about the protest from the nurses, I returned to Mika’s room, one of the nurses following me, exasperated.

I handed a cup full of water to Mika. “Ms. Attaco, you’re awake. Let me call the Doctor.” The nurse game me a scolding glare. “You really should ask before you give anything to a patient.”

I mumbled an apology, but I didn’t really mean it. I was just too happy to know Mika was all right, and if she wanted water, she was going to get water. Soon after, Doctor Banson showed up.

“Ah, Ms. Attaco, how are you feeling?”

(Mika)

“My head hurts, and I’m really hungry.” I replied. I also didn’t appreciate being called “Ms. Attaco” by the doctor. Didn’t he know I’m… Oh, right. I wasn’t anymore, was I. “Please, just call me Mika.”

“I understand, Ms. I mean, Mika. I am going to have the nurse check your vitals and then I will prescribe some pain killers and let you rest.” Giving David a pointed look and emphasizing the word “rest” gave me a fit of giggles. I decided that I really liked this doctor.

“Can David stay?” I asked.

“Absolutely. He hasn’t left your side since you got here and I see no reason to change that now.”

The doctor left me in the care of the nurse and my David. We talked well into the night and I fell asleep holding his hand and listening to the soft snoring as David fell asleep with his head in my lap. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

So here's whats up. We only have a few more chapters to go and I am finding it hard to get the time to write them out being that my spouse is hitting 30 in a few weeks. It is a bit of a distraction with the kids and the weather turning into not snow and cold bullshit (seasons, fuck seasons) and making a massive birthday bash... Look it is gonna take some time. So as soon as I get some time to just sit down and smash out the last few chapters I will and you will have a massive update. Until then please bear with me.

Update: Next chapter tomorrow. I have been looking over my outline and I just realized we are nearing the end of our little journey. It has honestly been a fun experience writing this story and while wrapping up on this story is somewhat bitter sweet (after all I love the characters I created) I fully intend to keep writing. I have improved so much and I am really happy and grateful with all the support and advice I have been given in this experiment of mine.

I hope my next story is as well received as this one when I get to work on it. Until the end I hope you all keep reading and enjoying the last few chapters of my little story. It's been wild. I will be trying to finish off the story by the end of next week.

Again, thank you all so much for the help and support. Now I did have a request at one point to do a threesome scene, and while it really doesn't fit in with Mika's character, I did think long and hard (not in that way you pervs!) about giving the audience what they wanted. So when I type out "The End" on the last chapter I decided that a bonus chapter starring Mika's friend Rachel would be a fine "Thank you" and it will be a steamy threesome that you won't want to miss.

I am going back to writing, and I am going to try to rapid fire the chapters again, so thank you for everything, and most of all your patience, as I finish up the story.

C. Bard

Made it with an hour to spare:

(Mika)

David looked so peaceful. I couldn’t sleep, so I spent the whole night just looking at the man I loved. I thought I knew everything about him, but there was this thing he did with his lips when he slept, like he was trying to chew something. It was so adorable that I couldn’t help but stare at him until the sun rose and Nurse Kathy came in to check my vitals.

“You seem to be all right now,” She whispered so she didn’t wake David up, “Doctor Banson will be in later to check up on you and then we will find out about when we can discharge you.”

“Thank you,” I mouthed, and she returned a smile to me.

“I know it isn’t my place to pry, but I want you to know you have a fantastic man there. I’m so sorry about what happened to you two. After seeing how he was with you while you were unconscious, I just want you to know no one in the hospital belives a thing that horrible woman wrote about you. I’m sure it will all work out in the end, don’t you worry.

My smile was weak, but that was mostly because I was so tired from ogling my David all night. Still, I could feel that the sentiment was understood.

“I’ll leave you two alone then. Take care of that man of yours, he is hopelessly lost without you.” With that, Nurse Kathy left and I went back to looking at the most handsome man to ever grace the Earth - and he only had eyes for me!

(David)

I woke up with a start to see Mika, her bright green eyes and bright red hair full of life, and she’s looking at me.

“Slept well?” She says.

“Now that you’re safe and awake, yes.”

I get up and reach for my phone. I have to call my Dad and let him know Mika is all right. “Who are you calling?”

“I was going to call my Dad. He wanted to know the moment you were all right. He would have been here but he’s in Europe until tomorrow. We were going to meet him at his place when you are free to go.” I looked at her, and the sadness in her eyes pulled at my heart. I put my phone down and held her in my arms. Her scent filled my nose, and I could hear the change in her breathing as I kissed the top of her head.

“Can I stay with you?” Her voice was breathless, husky with want of me. Just like I wanted her.

“I don’t know, but if we can, we will.”

"I hope we can – I would like to still be a family." Her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly, and I knew in my heart that she was afraid. Hell, I was too. Now that she wasn't my wife, could we stay together? I mean, there's no way that they would let us continue our relationship. Without the special dispensation there would be nothing to protect us – and I knew deep down inside I would never be able to keep my hands off her. Even more importantly, there would be no way she would keep her hands off of me, even if I could control myself around her.

I looked into her eyes, her beautiful green eyes, like emeralds, and my heart ached for her.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Doctor Banson, with that kind smile that reminded me of a grandfather, stood by the door.

"No, Doctor, you weren't interrupting anything." Mika said.

"Well, the nurse told me that you are doing well. If you don't mind I'd like to check up on you."

I was asked to step out, and I did, even though Mika was completely against it. Still, I needed to stretch my legs, and if me not being there would help her get discharged faster, I wasn't going to hold anything up. In the courtyard of the hospital there was a garden, it was nice, with greenery and trees. I sat down and drink in the warm rays of the sun.

I fished around in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. I had my dad on speed dial, and while it would be late in Europe I was pretty certain that he would still be up, waiting for my call.

"Hey, son. How's she doing?" My dad was right to the point – it was something I appreciated.

"They say she'll probably be discharged soon."

There was a pause on the other end. "That's good. What are you planning on doing when she gets discharged?"

"I was planning to take her back to her home. We can all meet up there, then we'll discuss what were going to do." It seemed like the most reasonable thing to do. Besides, it would give me a chance to think, or delay the inevitable heartbreak.

"I think that would probably be for the best. I'll try to work out things on my end."

"Thanks dad."

"It's not a problem, son. You know I love you."

I try not to be emotional around my dad, but even still it was hard not to get choked up. Who knew that those three little words, spoken with unconditional love for me, his son, could mean so damn much to me. My whole life was crumbling around me, my marriage, my career, everything. But with those three little words I felt something. Something I honestly didn't think I'd feel. I felt... Hope.

"Yeah, I love you too dad." I choked out.

I sat there staring at the phone, long since hung up, for what must've been fifteen minutes. My tears fell on the floor as I ran through a marathon of emotions. I had no idea what I was going to do, that much was plain. I only had things planned up until we got back to Mika's house, but after that...

After I cobbled my broken self together, I put my phone back in my pocket and returned to the hospital room. Whatever came my way, I wouldn't let Mika worry. I would be strong. I had to be strong. For her.

(Mika)

I woke up to the steady sound of air passing the car. The hum of the engine was a soothing sound, a sound that let me know I was safe. I tried to remember the dream that I was having. I could remember a gas station, surrounded by blackness, and all I could feel was the crushing loneliness. It was the same feeling I have every time I think about a life without David.

I was discharged shortly after David returned to the hospital room. We then went to pick up our stuff at the cabin. I could sense something was up with David, but I didn't want to press the point. It looked like he was trying to hide it from me, and whatever it was, it was upsetting him. I knew we weren't married anymore, but I wasn't going to be cast as the nagging wife even if I wasn't his...

"Hey, baby, how'd you sleep?" I looked over at David. There was a weight on his brow that told me everything I needed to know. Whatever was bothering him, was still bothering him. He'll tell me sooner or later, so I decided to act like nothing was wrong.

"I slept fine," I lied. If he was worrying about something, then I certainly wasn't going to add to that by telling him that I've been having bad dreams. Dreams without him in it. Fuck it, they were nightmares.

"That's good, because were almost there."

We hadn't been for away from the mansion for very long, but it felt like forever since I saw it last. Joseph was waiting for us at the front door, and I suspected that while I was sleeping David must have called ahead. There were also two cars in the driveway. One I recognized, David's dad's car, the other one I didn't recognize. I wondered who else was here.

Inside it didn't take me long to find out. There were three men sitting around the dining room table, stacks of papers and manila folders were strewn about the table. David's father was there, and Sen. Fredrickson, and there was a man that I didn't know, but he had the air of a lawyer. After my upbringing I could always pick out a lawyer from a group of people.

"Ah, here they are." David's dad spotted us first. "David, Mika, you remember Sen. Fredrickson."

David shook his hand, but I wrapped myself around David's waist. I still hadn't forgiven him. I knew it wasn't his fault, but a large part of me resented that he was even here.

"This is Mr. Graves. He works for the firm that represents our company, but he was kind enough to come here on a short notice. He thinks he may have found a possible solution." David's dad turned to Mr. Graves. He was a thin man, almost like he was stretched a little too much. Still, for a lawyer he had a kind enough face, and he did come all this way. I knew that the law firm that represented my father's company was located in Texas, Sophie came straight from there, it must've been very short notice.

"Mr. Simmons, Miss Attaco, unfortunately we can't restore your marriage, but we may have found something. As it turns out, the legal marrying age in the state of New Jersey happens to be sixteen."

"So this means we can get remarried before she turns eighteen?" David asked.

"Unfortunately it's not that simple."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I could feel that there was a catch.

Sen. Fredrickson was the first answer. "You can only get married at sixteen with written consent from your parent or guardian. Up until recently, your guardian was also your husband. Unfortunately, with the annulment that is no longer the case. In fact, things have gotten very tricky indeed."

"Tricky how?" I asked, again.

"The annulment really screwed things up. Unfortunately, there is no case law for this, so right now you're considered an orphan. With no known living family members, your case is been referred to a judge."

David's arm pulled me and tightly. "And what does that mean?"

"Well, Mr. Simmons, it means that the judge will have to decide whether or not to place her in foster care."

The room suddenly felt very cold. They couldn't take me away. I wouldn't let them take me away from David. "I won't go."

"Like I said before," Mr. Graves interrupted, "we were able to find something. There is precedence for guardianship to be given to a close friend of the family. I have already spoken to the judge, and she has agreed to transfer guardianship to your father's butler. Joseph is already agreed, but the judge did make a stipulation."

"I have to stay away," David said. Mr. Graves nodded, solemnly.

"It turns out that she is aware of a certain Internet rag. She's willing to let Joseph take guardianship, effective immediately. But, as of tomorrow, you will not be allowed to have any contact with each other until Miss Attaco is sixteen."

Sen. Fredrickson spoke up, "when you turn sixteen, all we will have to do is submit your father's letter to me, asking for the special dispensation, as proof of consent. With that letter, and as long as Joseph agrees, we can get you both remarried in seventeen months."

My head was spinning with all this new information. I wouldn't be allowed to see David, not for seventeen months. It felt like my heart was splitting into shards. I couldn't imagine not being able to see David, or hear his voice, but I was willing to put up with it. I hoped that David would too. "May I... May I speak with David for a moment in private?"

"Certainly Mika. Take all the time you need." David's father said. David and I walked out of the room, and up to my father's old room. If we were going to discuss this, it felt only appropriate for us to discuss our future in the room where all this began. In front of the fireplace where we made our vows.

Bard here, I am still working on the next chapter but having a rough time with it. I want to do this right and that means giving it a lot of attention. I had to do a full rewrite twice. I won't let it fail but the weight of it has been taking a toll. It is a needed chapter, and we need to get through it before we get to the grand finale and the very hot and heavy payoff, so please accept my apologizes for taking so long with it but I promise a double post for bearing with me. I just really don't want to half ass this chapter.

Good news everyone! Tomorrow will be the day I post my next TWO chapters. Two in one day! It's gonna be a good day.

Next Chapter:

(Mika)

"This is where it all started." I put my fingers on the mantelpiece of the fireplace. This room had so many memories for me. This is where my father spent his final days, where I got married, where I told my father who my choice of husband would be – all these positive and negative feelings rolled around my stomach. It felt like I had two growling tomcats inside me, and they were fighting to the death. Now this room would house one more memory for me, the worst memory that I could ask for. This is where my father died. This is where my marriage will die too.

"Mika, I know how hard this must be for you."

Tears began to flow down my face. "Yeah..."

"It's hard for me too."

I couldn't help it. An unwanted giggling laughter bubbled up from my stomach. "These next seventeen months or so gonna suck." I wanted to stop laughing at this whole fucked up situation, but I just didn't have any more crying left in me. It felt like the only way I could express any emotion was through laughter.

I could feel David – he wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his chest, my giggling and crying melding into an unnatural sound. We sunk to the floor and stayed like that. I don't know for how long, but it was long enough.

"What did we do to deserve this?" I asked.

I could feel David shrug. "I don't think we did anything wrong. Sometimes bad things just happen in life and you have to roll with the punches. We just happen to cross paths with the shark of a woman, and she just decided to do us harm."

"And now we have to wait seventeen months."

"Yeah..."

"I'm going to miss you."

David didn't say anything, he just pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't like any kiss that we ever shared before. It wasn't a "how was your day" kiss, and it wasn't an "I want to devour you" kiss either. This was something different. It was only when he pulled back and I could look into his eyes, his beautiful, dark eyes – that's when it hit me.

"Mika, my Mika. I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I know that this is going to be difficult, and it will be, but I promised to marry you. I didn't do it because of obligation. I didn't do it because I felt I had to. I did it because I love use so, so much it hurts. I've always wanted to be with you, forever. So, if I have to wait another seventeen months for our forever, willing to wait." David was looking at me with that serious look. It made my heart melt.

"I think that if you can wait, then I can wait."

David closed his eyes, as if he was in pain. It made me want to kiss him. I did, over and over again. Trying to kiss away his pain. I tried to get as many kisses as I could. Because this was it, this was the last time I would see him for seventeen months.

"Mika." He looked at me and I could tell her time was up.

"Yes, David?"

"I want you to make me a promise. A final promise. This one last promise. I want you to promise that when you turn sixteen... I want to meet up with you on your sixteenth birthday. I want to do this right. Like we should've done the first time around."

I looked in David's eyes, and honestly out of all the things he could have asked me to promise them, this one. This one promise was probably the easiest promise I would ever have to make, because there was nothing in the world that I would want more.

"Yes, David. I promise. I promise a thousand times that when I turned sixteen we will do this right. I promise that when that day comes we will never be separated ever again."

He gave me one last kiss, then he was gone. He was gone, and it felt like a large chunk of my heart went with him. Even as Joseph tried to comfort me on the floor of my father's room, the only thing that I could get out between the gut wrenching sobs that racked my body was "I promise... I promise."

(David)

My house was empty. More than empty, it was a void. I walked around the couch in the living room, remembering her here. I remember the way she used to sit, her feet curled up underneath her, her head resting on my shoulder as we watched a movie.

I looked over to the kitchen, where she would cook me delicious meals, always my favorite foods, always more than I deserved.

It was well past three in the morning. I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep. The bed still smelled like her. Like us. When I closed my eyes I could almost feel the warmth of her, and its absence made me feel cold. Colder than I'd ever felt before. A cold that was like death. Without Mika here to fill me up with her light, her life, I was just a husk.

They say that home is where the heart is, and I've been always skeptical of that saying. This house used to be a home. It felt like home when Mika was here. Now, too late, I realized the truth in that saying. My heart was a long way down the road, next to a fireplace in a large mansion. My heart was far away, and my home was to.

The clerk at the liquor store looked at me with confusion. It was the kind of look that you give someone that you know, but you can't quite remember where you've seen them before. I didn't care. He rang up the five or six bottles of amber and clear liquid. I'd heard that drinking dolls pain, and right now my pain was greater than I'd ever felt. I doubt it very much that foul-smelling liquid could numb this pain, but I was willing to try anything. I just couldn't sleep. I needed to sleep.

Back at home, I poured some of the liquid into a glass. The bottle said it was whiskey, and I filled up about half the glass. There was something awful about the vapors coming off of the whiskey. When I held up the glass it made my jaw clench, in the same way rancid milk sent a shudder down my spine from just smelling it. I stole a sip from the cup, and I immediately spit out the liquid onto the floor. It was horrendous. It was like liquid fire, and all it did was add on to the pain.

I picked up the bottle and threw it against the front door of my house. House, not a home. It shattered into a million pieces and sprayed amber liquid from floor to ceiling. It made everything smell foul. It made everything smell how I felt, foul.

Knock, knock, knock.

I woke up laying on the floor, my head pounding. I finally found my drink of choice. It was something called rum and it was in a white bottle with a palm tree on it. It tasted sweet. At least it tasted sweet last night, but right now it made everything taste vile.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door. Someone was at the door. I wondered who the hell could be.

I opened the door, and there stood Rachel, Mika's friend. She didn't say anything, she just looked me up and down, and she knew. I don't know if Mika asked her to look in on me, or she could just tell from my sorry state, but I didn't care. She didn't say a word the entire time she was there. She just help me clean up, made me drink water and eat some leftover soup, and kept me company. She just sat there and let me cry, with no judgment. This, this was why she was Mika's friend. Only Mika would be able to find the one girl in middle school who could sit by and watch her former teacher cry, and only offer compassion, no judgment, no pity, and no disgust. Just compassion, and sympathy.

Shortly after, Samar came over and helped me get back on my feet. He helped me get my job back, and he and Rachel took it upon themselves to walk with me to work every morning. I can honestly say if it weren't for them, I probably wouldn't have survived those seventeen excruciating months. They were truly good friends.

And Another!:

(David)

“Please pass up your tests and I will collect them.”

It’s December and right before winter break. The snow is falling in light flakes that stick to the windows of my class room- The same classroom that Mika gave me our first blow job. Today is the day I have been waiting for, Mika’s sixteenth birthday. I was planning to head out immediately from school to see her. I want it to be a surprise, one of many surprises I have in store for her today. I just hope after all this time she still wants me.

I was very lucky that the Headmaster decided to give me my old job back. It seems like there wasn’t nearly as much of an uproar among the parents, and even a few divorced single mothers expressed their… Appreciation, at me returning to my post. One of them even slipped me a phone number. I never took her up on that offer but at least I didn’t have to give up my career. At this point barely anyone bothered to remember what happened over a year ago.

Nancy Patterson was no longer an issue. It turns out she decided to break a few federal laws when she went after a reclusive industrialist and one of her hacker minions confessed to breaking into his company servers on her direct orders to dig up some dirt. She got a few years and hopefully her felony conviction will ruin her ability to harm anyone else for a while.

I looked over the tests. My plan was to grade them before I headed down to Mika’s to give her the little box I kept in my jacket pocket ever since Rachel helped me pick it out. She told me that it was perfect for Mika, and I couldn’t have agreed more. It was perfect.

Last I heard from Rachel, Mika was doing very well at her new High School. It was an all girl’s school closer to her home, and while Rachel was able to see her every weekend, she was under strict orders not to tell me anything more than she was all right, and superficial things like how she was liking her new school. I suspect those orders came from Mika herself, to spare me from hearing how miserable she was being forced to stay away from me. I could read between the lines, but thankfully that exile ends today.

My work all done, I pick up my bag and stand up from my desk. For the last few minutes of my work I felt eyes on me, and when I looked over to the door I met them. Green eyes. The eyes that I dreamed about for months to see, and here they were.

“Mika.” I whisper her name, not wanting to say it louder just in case saying it would make her disappear. She may be an illusion, created by my overactive and overeager imagination. Then she spoke.

“Hi, David.”

My heart beat in my chest like a jackhammer. “Hi.” My voice is hoarse. I can’t believe she’s here.

She walks around the room, and slips into the seat she used to sit in when she was in my class. “It’s been a long time.”

These past seventeen months have changed her. There is something more mature about her. She sits taller in the seat, and it’s clear that she gained a few inches, and her hair is a few inches longer. Her face has a more womanly shape, no longer the face of a young girl- She has the face of the super model she was always destined to grow up into. The curves of her body are even more pronounced, making her look like a goddess come to Earth to bless the pathetic mortal that I am with her presence.

My mouth is dried up.

"You know, it's almost strange to be sitting in the seat again." Mika says, "it's almost like a dream from another lifetime. Has it only been seventeen months?"

I take a deep breath. "I honestly have no idea. It feels like a thousand years since I last saw you, and now that you're here... You've changed so much."

She gives me a look, somewhere between pain and sadness. We've lost so much time, time that we should've spent growing together, but a large part of me is afraid. I'm afraid that the girl that I fell in love with is no longer a person that exists. The last time I saw her, there was still so much about her that was a little girl, but now she's a woman. A stunningly beautiful woman. If she could change so much on the outside, what are the chances that she's changed on the inside too. What if, over the time that she's been gone, she doesn't want to be with me anymore. What if she wasn't the same Mika who loves me. Loved me.

"Is it bad that I've changed?" She looks at me. She looks through me, like she always has. I forgot about this. There's nothing I could hide from her, I realized at that moment I don't want to hide this from her. I don't want to hide my fear. Nothing good ever came from hiding my feelings from her.

"Change is never bad, Mika. Everything changes. The thing that I'm afraid of, is that you've changed so much you'll no longer want me." There, I said it.

Mika bursts out laughing. It's a loud hysterical laugh, the kind you get when you watch a Mel Brooks movie for the first time.

"Oh my God, David! That's what I was afraid of two!" With that, we could jumps out of her seat and I'm engulfed in her scent. Her lips are pressed up against mine, a kiss so passionate that it feels like my lips will burn off. Her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me in deeper. So deep that when she finally pulls back I've realized that I forgot to breathe.

"Does this mean you still love me?"

Her smile is radiant, and in it I can see my Mika. The same girl that cook me dinner every night. The same girl that drove me wild. She still here, and she still wants me. "Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!"

I pull her back into my kiss. Were nothing but lips and limbs, trying to express in touch what words never could. I feel my blue button down shirt start to unbutton, and I find my hands reciprocating on her blouse, sending it to the floor. Underneath is a lacy black bra containing her ample breasts – I swear that they've gotten bigger – and it finds its way on the floor as well.

(Mika)

David pulls me in and kisses me like I'm the only source of air in the entire room. In these past seventeen months I learned a lot about my body, but it takes me by surprise how much I need this man. My nipples are as hard as diamonds, and I swear my panties aren't just wet, they're a thin piece of fabric valiantly holding back the flood in excruciating heat from my pussy. Every time he kisses me I can feel my desire shooting directly through my core.

"Oh, David!" His fingers reach down under my skirt, and find their way to the apex of my thighs. His fingers begin massaging, instantly finding my clit and teasing me so much that I feel I might explode. So quickly, too quickly, my body detonates in a shattering orgasm and I bite my lip to stop crying out. When my wits returned to me, he still going at it, and I can feel another orgasm building. "David... Please... Don't make me wait any longer."

Without another word he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. His mouth is on mine, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, and all I can do is whimper. Before I realize what's going on, I'm laying down on his desk.

"Oh God, Mika, you're so perfect."

I can't even respond. I'm laying back on his desk, my breasts exposed, but I'm still wearing far too much. I came here right from school, and our dress code requires us to wear stockings over her panties. I think that this is going to slow him down – I was wrong.

He tears through the gossamer fabric of my stockings like they were an afterthought. I looked down as he's pushing my panties aside, and he's naked – when the hell did that happen?

I don't have very much time to think, because he's already thrust inside me. I forgot how big David is, he's filling me, stretching me in every way. His cock is reaching all the way back to my cervix. It's so big, I almost can't breathe. Before I can adjust the long forgotten, familiar sensation, he begins to move.

He pounds into me, and my pelvis thrusts back into him, and we are both completely out of control. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to his, and his follows soon after. His cock jerks inside me and I can feel his warmth coating my walls and filling me.

Thank fuck! I needed that.

After we both come back down to Earth from the Heaven we sent ourselves to, he picks himself off of me. “That was-”

“Amazing.” I finish for him. I honestly forgot how much sex with David felt, and it felt wonderful. So much that… “Shit!”

I forgot. Oh, how could I have forgotten something so important! I just got caught up in the moment and lost myself in the man I love. The man who just… I quickly hopped off of his desk, making a quick mental check off the bucket list, and quickly got dressed. I couldn’t run to the bathroom buck naked, but I had to wash. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

David just looked at me, bemused. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, David. I completely forgot, I stopped taking the pill. I brought condoms but… Oh, I’m so fucking stupid!” David just laughed, how could he laugh at me.

“It’s fine, Mika. It will all be fine.”

“No, it won’t. This is literally the worst possible day for this to happen. Like, prime fertility day! Stop laughing!” I stomp my foot, but his laughing as he pulls up his boxers is infectious, and full of joy, and I can’t help but start to laugh too. “It’s not funny!”

“It kinda is,” David says, “Because it gives me a better reason to give you this…”

“Give me what- Oh, God!” He’s down on his knee, clad only in his boxers, and in his hand is a small, blue velvet box, open and presenting the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. But why give me a ring on his knee if… If… My brain decided to take a vacation.

“Mika, I want to do this right this time. I love you more than anything in the world and these fast seventeen months have been hell without you.” My brain sends me a post card from Brazil. “I never want to be apart ever again, and I want to be married to you again. Will you be my wife?” 404 error, brain not found. “Will you marry me… Again?”

I can’t speak, only nod like a fool and cry. It is only after a few moments that I am able to catch my brain somewhere on Safari in Africa that I am able to say, “Yes! Yes! A thousand times! Yes!”

... Soon. The grand finale... Sooner than you think... Get excited.

Here we go:

(Mika)

I am surrounded by white and lace, and my best friend is fussing around the large room like a demon hungry for the soul of whoever hid the makeup case.

“Where the fuck is it,” Rachel grunted as she threw boxes and bags aside like she’s Godzilla and the surrounding packaging a hapless city. I bite my lip to keep the sides of my mouth from turning up, because if she knew how amusing she was being right now, I would never make it out the door, much less down the aisle. It has only been three months since David proposed to me, and we tried to run off to Las Vegas that day, but David’s dad insisted we have a real wedding, and to be honest Rachel would have killed me if I denied her the chance to be my maid of honor.

The wedding dress is perfect. It is a tea length dress with lace straps and white beads literally everywhere. It sparkles when the light hits it just right and the things it does to my boobs - which have gotten even bigger - makes me slightly worried that I will knock David out before he can say his vows. My smile accidentally breaks through.

“Are you smirking at me, Mikayla Attaco?” Rachel is glaring at me like her eyes could shoot me through with daggers.

“Who’s smirking? Why would I, the bride to be, be smirking on this day of all days.” I feign scandal, and it drags out a giggle from Rachel that I appreciate. It’s calming, which I kinda needed since my stomach has just became the new home to a whole flock of butterflies… Is it a flock? Herd? Blessing? No, that’s Unicorns. Unicorns made of virgin strawberry daiquiris… Oh, no!

I bolt to the bathroom just in time to unload the contents of my breakfast into the toilet. Bacon and Maple pancakes with jelly smeared on top was wonderful going down, but not so tasty on the way back out. I puke until I can’t puke anymore, and then I puke some more, letting the dry heaves wreak my face. I’m so glad I didn’t have my makeup on yet, or the undignified tears would have ruined it completely.

“Mika, are you all right?”

I can only retch in response.

Rachel comes into the bathroom. “Mika, you’re pale… I mean more than usual. Are you sick?”

I must be, there is no other explanation. I must have caught the flu, but I have no idea where I could have gotten it from. David and I haven’t been around anyone sick, and I know that when I get sick like this the thought of food, even as an idea, is absolutely revolting, but right now I would sell my soul for mustard covered pickles, and I have mustard with a demonic passion. I am so glad David loves Italian food…

I begin to wretch at the thought of garlic and tomatoes. “Mika, what do you need. Tell me. Should I call David?”

“No,” I gasp, catching my breath from the waves of nausea, “But I would kill a puppy for some mustard right about now.”

Rachel just stares at me, taking in my statement like I grew two heads and started speaking in Latin, backwards. “Mika, you hate mustard.”

“I know, but right now I could eat a whole tub of the stuff.”

Rachel’s gaze swept over me, hunched over the toilet, and then her eyes shoot as open as her mouth. “Mika when was the last time you had your period?”

“Why does that have anything to do with…” Wait… I start doing mental math and then it hits me like a ton of brick lightning. “Oh…”

“Well?”

“A week before David proposed to me, I think.”

Like the speed of a cartoon mouse that I won’t mention, Rachel bolts out of the room, leaving me alone in the room. Adrenaline pounds through my veins and my heart seems to have lodged itself in my throat, and for some reason it has gotten way too cold in the room, and there isn’t enough air. Rachel returns a few minutes later with three white stick looking things.

“I asked the wedding planner lady’s staff and they had a few of these.”

“What?”

“Mika, didn’t you take Sex Ed?”

I glare at her. “Rachel you know damn well I did. They didn’t teach us anything about these.”

“These are pregnancy tests, just pee on the ends.” I don’t have much of a choice and after a few embarrassing minutes, I am looking at the little windows on the tests. One has two blue lines, one with a plus, and one that helpfully uses words… Pregnant. The deafening shriek that I am hearing is not coming from me, but from just next to me. I would be screaming too, but my brain decided to take another vacation and left me all alone to process the news without it. Fickle bitch.

“Oh, my, God! You’re going to be a mom! I’m going to be an aunt!” Rachel is jumping up and down like she had just lost her mind, and to be honest it feels like I have lost my mind too. Pregnant? I’m pregnant… With David’s baby… I look over to the mirror and see that I am grinning like a lunatic, and if my brain didn’t just skip town like it owed me money, I would send it away because this seems like the perfect time to lose it. So I do.

Suddenly, there is a banging on the door.

“Mika! Rachel! Are you all right in there?” David’s frantic voice is on the other side, and Rachel runs to the door right before David can open in. As soon as the door opens an inch it is slammed shut again, Rachel having body checked it.

“No seeing the bride! It’s bad luck!” I feel a bubble of giggles rumble up inside me.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! Were fine. She’s fine. You leave! The ceremony is in fifteen minutes and I still need to do her makeup, so get your scrawny ass down there and make yourself look presentable.”

I hear a huff and then footsteps walking away, and I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. “Can you even do my makeup in fifteen minutes?”

“Mika, I can work miracles in fifteen minutes. You don’t even need blush.” Rachel proclaims.

My makeup and dress are done to perfection with plenty of time to spare. I just hope I can keep a dry face when I tell David I have more good news than he would have ever thought possible. When the music starts and the doors open, all eyes are on me, but the only pair of eyes I care about are the dark eyes that are waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Joseph comes in and escorts me to my future, and I try very hard to blink away the stinging behind my eyes. It feels like my emotions are about to explode out of me, only to be topped over by my heart beating like a drum.

David is looking at me with that “I-worship-you” look on his face. Darling, the feeling is so mutual. I look into his wonderful eyes, while the priest speaks. I barely remember speaking my vows. All I remember is the beautiful man standing in front of me, effortlessly being everything I could have wished for, and more.

“I pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Out of all the kisses I have shared with David, this one kiss beats the panties off of all of them. I can’t even hear the cheering, and I couldn’t care less if I imagined all of it. I have my husband back, and this time there is nothing that will take him away from me ever again. Not stupid reporters, or idiotic senators, or judgmental judges. This time, David is all mine, and I am his, and that is that.

“Finally, we are together again.” David whispers in my ear.

I lean over to his ear. “Three of us.” I return. David pulls back and gives me a bemused expression… Then his eyes grow wide.

“You mean?”

I couldn’t keep the smile on my face confined even if I wanted to. “Surprise.” How I survived the night with so much joy now that my life was giving me everything I could ask for, I have no idea. So many people live without a happily ever after, and I have mine, for the second time in my life. Who could have asked for more?

The next morning I wake up in Hawaii, David asleep next to me. I look down on his face. You can ask any woman in love, and they will tell you the same thing, their men look adorable when they sleep. Well mine puts all of them to shame. I can watch him all day, but I have a surprise for him. I walk over to my suitcase and pull out the little wrapped package in the back.

I slink off into the bathroom, and when I pull out the slinky white bikini that I know my man will go crazy over, I suddenly feel like I have turned into the color green. I can barely keep my hair out of the way while I find out that our dinner last night is nowhere near as good as I remembered it. Just as I am about to lose my grip on my hair, as a new and even more forceful bout of morning sickness ravages my face, a strong grip takes over and I can feel a warm, gentile hand on my back.

“It’s OK, I got you.” At least one of us can be sexy, because those have got to be the hottest five words ever spoken to me, easily beating out “I just got you chocolate.”

When I am done, David pulls me into his arms, mashing my snot and vomit covered face into his perfect, muscled chest. Sexy gone.

“David, no. I am disgusting!” My attempts to push away are easily beaten by the very same muscles I am trying to get away from.

“I don’t care. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, no matter what. A little morning sickness is not going to ruin how hard I am. You’re having my baby, and I can’t find anything that would make you more attractive.” Move over Timberlake, because my man just brought sexy back.

After a hot shower, and breakfast, David brings me back into bed. I tried to protest, I really did, but we are here for four weeks and I can’t be throwing up in the pool. Whoever called it morning sickness should get their ass kicked. It’s all day sickness.

Around noon, I start to feel a whole lot better, and a whole lot hornier. One thing the pregnancy book I got on my E-Reader warned me about was that my hormones would lead to… Fun times… Lots and lots of fun times. Now that I can smell the scent of my man, which I never noticed before has a bit of a pine scent - My thighs are now a flood zone.

I squeeze my legs together, hoping that he doesn’t notice the heat radiating off of my body. I have fucked this man, seen him naked and he has seen me, and yet right now I am as shy as a virgin on prom night. Not that I would know, my prom isn’t for another year.

David has a wicked gleam in his eye. “I want to taste you.” I turn into a puddle.

His strong hands part my legs, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my sensitive folds, making me quiver with need. I just want him to ram his dick into me, but I know what is going to happen. David is going to consume me slowly, and that just makes it so much hotter.

Before I can even think to plead my case, that I need him now, his mouth overtakes my soaking pussy. He drinks from my core like a man dying of thirst and my juices are the only thing saving him from death. His tongue circles my clit, never actually touching it, torturing me as he moved down my slit to the opening, and I can feel him push it inside me, tasting and licking everything. Oh, God! I feel the pressure build, and just before I can’t take anymore, he moves back up to my clit and presses his tongue down hard, setting me off as I scream out my orgasm.

Is it the pregnancy that is making me so sensitive, or David? I have no clue, and I don’t fucking care.

“One.” David smirks at me. Before I can respond, his finger is inside me, rubbing on that cluster of nerves on the top of my pussy wall, and I moan like a doe in heat. Sex should never feel this amazing, and yet it would be a crime if it didn’t. I don’t know what I’m babbling about, and I don’t care one bit. I am just enjoying every moment with my husband.

I come again before I realize it. “Four.”

Four? Where the hell did Two and Three go? But my legs and pussy tingle like I must have had them. I don’t know anymore. I don’t care. Jesus, I am so wired on and come-drunk that I’m repeating myself.

I feel a pressure as I finally am able to look down and see David’s massive cock pressing up against me, and in one quick, wet stoke he is stretching me all the way to my depths. My body shudders from yet another orgasm, and I can’t believe I came just by him entering me!

As my tremors start to subside, David starts to move. I almost cry out in protest when he starts to pull out of me, but those complaints are smothered as his length slams back into me, making me moan out in pleasure. Oh, he feels like heaven. No! Chocolate Brownie Cake! Smothered in fudge. Pickles.

“Pickles?”

David is looking at me, his thrusting stopped by my unintentional proclamation. “Pregnancy thing, just keep fucking me David. Fuck me until I can’t remember my name. Please.” He does. My mind loses itself to the pleasure and I come again and again. For how long? How many times? I have no idea. I am his, mind body and soul, and right now my soul feels like it’s complete. I am a whole woman, and I am never, ever going to let this feeling get away from me ever again.

I wake up to the night outside and only one bedside lamp on, and David is lying next to me in the bed, his arms wrapped around me like he’s my personal blanket. My eyes are still heavy with post getting-fucked-so-hard-I-forgot-where-I-was-or-who-I-was exhaustion and bliss.

“How many times?” I ask.

He just chuckles and kisses me deeply. When he pulls back he just whispers in my ear. “Twelve.”

My eyes close, and I sigh out a sleepy, content breath. “A new record.”

“One I intend to beat by the end of the week.”

“Mmmm. Promise?”

“I promise.”

Epilogue:

(David)

A flash of red curly hair and green eyes is all I see before I am dodging the bowl of soup. It has been two years since my daughter, Avaline, was born, and I am shocked by how much she looks like her mother. All except her nose, that one is mine, and the temper she clearly got from me too. I sure as hell hope she grows out of it, because if these terrible two’s become terrible three’s then we are in a hell of a lot of trouble.

“Ava, sweetie. Please calm do-” I wince as a plastic baby spoon cracks me in the nose. It doesn’t hurt but you try and not wince when a thing flies into your face!

After we got married, Mika and I became the hottest thing for the tabloids for a while, and then when it became clear she was pregnant, there was a lot of speculation and none too kind accusations from the talking heads on the news networks. We didn’t care. We had each other and our darling child made us too exhausted to pay much attention. One thing they never tell you, is that babies have a sleep schedule that is specifically designed to make sure you don’t. I took a leave of absence from the school to care for Ava while Mika finished up getting her High School diploma, which she did in record time, skipping a grade or two and still graduating Valedictorian… She can be scary focused sometimes.

Now she was getting a degree in business online while also taking over her father’s company. If I was an insecure man, I would probably be a mess right now. She made my impressive accomplishments look like child’s play while becoming the youngest CEO of one of the top companies in the world. On top of all that, she still insists on cooking during the weekends for her family and has kept me so oversexed at nights, and at random times when we find those precious moments during the day when she’s home, I honestly don’t know if I will survive.

That’s the reason I let her sleep in whenever I can. I love taking care of our daughter and I love taking care of my wife- At least when she lets me.

Right now, however, I am dealing with a two year old with a volcanic temper and a sudden hatred for chicken noodle soup, which up until five minutes ago was her favorite food of all time.

“No! Boop!”

“Ava, please. Calm down. What do you want?”

Nuclear meltdown.

As I dodge a sippy cup, Mika enters the kitchen of our new house.

“Honey, just give her a yogurt cup.” I do and the tantrum ends as quickly as it came into being.

“How do you do that?”

“I’m mom. We have superpowers.” She winks at me in that way that tells me she knows all. I am beginning to think giving birth to our child gave her the ability to read minds. “I can’t read minds, David.”

I am beginning to question my reality.

“Sorry we woke you up.”

“I was getting up before Hurricane Ava hit. It was just a convenient excuse to get out of bed.” Sauntering around the room with those dangerous hips she grew from delivery, wearing nothing but a night gown that barely covered her thighs and nothing else, I knew, she began to make coffee.

“Don’t you have work today?” I asked, since it was a Monday.

“I called out. I was going to spend the day celebrating.”

What was she talking about? I know it isn’t our anniversary, and our birthdays are still months away. “What are we celebrating?”

She smirked a knowing smile. She had a secret and I knew it was a big one. She opened a drawer, the one that held papers that we never go through, like receipts and bills that we paid but haven’t turned over to the accountants yet. “What’s going on?” I asked, nerves prickling along my skin.

“Well, Friday was my physical. You know the one where they want to know the CEO isn’t going to die from chicken pox or what not. They did blood work and apparently…”

She handed me the paperwork, and it only too me a moment to find that magical word. “Does this mean?”

She grinned.

“We are?”

She nodded.

“Another baby?”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman, but it must have been really good. Our family is growing, and our love is deepening, and as I look back on our lives so far I can find no regrets. I look forward to the birth of our son, and the many sons and daughter that will follow, but most of all I will look forward to our happily ever after. Mika deserves nothing less.

I kiss her back. When she pulls away to catch her breath I pull her in for another and another.

“Wait till Ava takes her nap.” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Are you sure you’re never going to get tired of me?” She kisses my cheek.

“I can’t ever get tired of you, Mrs. Simmons.” I kiss her neck.

“Are you sure about that, Mr. Simmons?”

“It’s a promise, Mrs. Simmons.” I kiss her once more, and then again, and again, and again. I will lover her until the day that I die, and then beyond.

I promise.

THE END

That's right people! I am done with the story. But stay tuned, because the naughty bonus story is on the way. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying.

Don't worry, just because David and Mika ended their story doesn't mean I am done spinning tales. I have so many more. This will never be goodbye. Only till the next time.

C. Bard

I am enjoying this story so far. It's kind of like the Purge, in that once you get past the unbelievable premise, it leads to a pretty good story. I'm about halfway through right now, I like how sweet and innocent the relationship is, even with the filthy constant fucking. Nancy is a fucking cunt and I hope she gets raped into having a good attitude in the sequel.

>>25496
The best kind of story to write starts off with a bullshit premise and then you get to forge it into something that makes sense in the context of the world.

Nancy may or may not pop up again in a future story. To be honest she was a little 2D because my planning for this story was lacking. If I worked on her a little more she would have been a better villain and I would be more interested in her. I am working on filling out my pre-writing system before I jump into the next story I write. The bonus story will come sometime this summer. I hope you do enjoy the whole story.

You know what? Who wants to see a Nancy get what's coming to her? I think two bonus stories may be in order, the planned one and then maybe a Nancy should learn her place. Majority rule. If you want to see this happen I will make it happen. If there is interest, I will write it. After such a sweet filthy love story I am kinda in the mood to write something... Brutal.

>>25497
I'd read it, your writing is pretty damn hot

If I'm honest, the ending of the Nancy thread was the only one that I was less than fully satisfied by, so a story giving her a well thought through and wholehearted comeuppance would be well received; I hope you write it. Thanks for the time and effort you've put in for our benefits.

>>25503

Working on it now. In the planning phase, so for a 7000-10,000 word short story... Give me a month or two. Once I actually get down to writing it, it should take a week, but the plotting phase usually takes me a little bit to chew on.

Can't wait

Update: I have the outline almost done and will start working on "Breaking Nancy" real soon.

Also I will be taking a class pretty soon to take my writing to the next (professional) level. Turns out I have been having a ton of fun working with my spouse on writing a few stories in between working on BN, and they have been encouraging me to get some stuff published.

I will be releasing BN as a free stand alone E-Book as well as posting it here when it is done. I ask you all to have patience, because this all is going to take some time, but you should have a more polished story when I am done. Maybe even a few more goodies while I am at it.

Until then, thank you for reading, enjoying and being so kind.

Bard

>>25262
Nah, I meant Nancy McBitch. If you blackmail and threaten someone and his happiness, chances are you end up gnawed by raccoons deep in the woods. I'm sure David has at least the number of a "Tony" who can make people disappear..

>>25553

Would breaking her mind and turning her into a sex puppet for the enjoyment of a Billionaire bent on revenge work for you? I would say he breaks her soul too, but to be honest I am not entirely sure she ever had one.