THE CHECK PART 6

THE CHECK PART 6

Jared spent most of the dinner finding out about Natalie. It wasn't a feigned interest.

He seemed to enjoy hearing about her volleyball team and her memories of camping with her father. The Girl Scouts and why she gave up on them in high school. What she was planning after high school. It turns out Natalie had dreams she hadn't yet confided in me. Jared just seemed to draw them out of her. If it wasn't my daughter, I would have been jealous of the attention he was giving her.

Can I ask you a question? Natalie queried Jared as we neared the end of the meal. I saw where she was going. I wasn't ready to go there. I gave her a look she ignored.
You can ask anything, Jared said. I felt his hand find mine under the table. He was holding me there. Maybe he thought I would run.

Why did you pay off our mortgage? Natalie came right out with it. She didn't even ask if he had.

Honey, let's not get into that I started. I felt Jared squeeze my hand. It was and it's-okay squeeze. He knew it had been coming.

I don't have a good answer for you, Jared was speaking to me. I squeezed his hand back. He looked back at Natalie, I saw your mother going out to the mailbox and returning like she was holding a hand full of the black plague. I talked with some neighbors and found out about your father. He paused for a moment. I was born poor.

My parents knew debt well. I know how it can eat at you. I did it because I could. It made me feel good.

We looked you up on the Internet. Why would you move into our neighborhood? Natalie continued her interrogation.

Natalie! I chastised. One brutal question a night. That was only proper. I can't believe she told him we were researching him.

Jared squeezed my hand again and smiled.

She's right, you know, Jared said to me, I do come off as a little strange. His face went solemn and answered. I assume you read about the accident. Cynthia, my wife, died.

She was my direction. The sole reason I went as far in life and business as I did.

When I got out of the hospital, none of it held meaning anymore. I never needed the fine houses and cars. We had always planned a family and never seemed to find the time. My one regret. He looked up at the ceiling, covered in antique signs and memorabilia I wanted to get away from it. A more grounded life. I pulled his hand deeper into my lap. I found myself in your neighborhood.

He smiled at me. Why wasn't I speaking? Because I had lovely legs, because I felt desired. My words might damage everything.

How did you find out how much I owed? I asked his eyes. Fear wrapped the question. I desperately didn't want him to think I was ungrateful. I just didn't want to completely lose myself at least not yet.

I broke the law, Jared responded. One of my friends used my old company to run a credit check on you. I'm sorry for the invasion. It didn't seem as bad then as it sounds now. I lifted his hand up to my lips and kissed the back of his hand. I liked the truth. I liked how his lips formed it.

I think you're forgiven, Natalie smiled.

We ended up ordering three different deserts and passing them around the table. I was going to skip them, but Jared and Natalie insisted on sugar. It was rather fun to take a bite of triple chocolate cake, followed by a spoonful of raspberry sorbet and then pucker up for key lime pie it wonderfully and sinful.

I decided. Natalie said, after she licked her spoon clean, I don't want this thing with Dan to go any farther. His trip to the hospital was enough punishment.

Are you sure? I asked. I could pursue it as her mother. Dan was still breathing, so I wasn't completely satisfied yet.

Yeah, Natalie continued, dragging it out would just hurt everyone. I would be happy to never see him again.

You will see each other in school, Jared said, it may be difficult.

I can deal with it, Natalie smiled, and I’ll just say we broke up and aren't speaking to each other. It's easy enough, since I never want to talk to him again. Jared and Natalie looked over to me.

If that's what you want, I said, reluctantly, but if he comes near you again, or makes up stories, I am going to change my mind.

My lawyers can arrange it, Jared added, we will let it drop if Dan keeps his distance with no disparaging remarks. Natalie nodded.

Okay, I conceded. It was probably best if we put it in the rear view mirror. At most, Dan would have only been slapped on the wrist since Jared had ended it before it got too far.

What did he say to you in the parking lot? Natalie asked, once we were back at home.
Nothing, I said, trying to remember if he said anything when we left the restaurant.

He said something, Natalie laughed, you were all nervous in the car, and then suddenly you were glued to his side with a silly smile.

She meant when we first got to the restaurant. My face warmed.

Ah he said I had lovely legs, I said, remembering how good it felt.
You were swooning, Natalie smiled.

I was not, I argued. Natalie just nodded, wearing a stupid smile. He just caught me off guard again with that same stupid smile.

Was it all that obvious?

Everyone in the restaurant knew.

Oh, God, I sighed. I was swooning. I must have looked like an idiot. Jared must think I was a twit.

I'm sure he thought it was cute, Natalie said. Cute you say? I was a woman, not a little girl. I wasn't going for cute. What was I going for?

I have to apologize, I said. I didn't want Jared thinking I was an idiot. I started heading to the door.

For being cute, Natalie asked.

For swooning like an idiot, I replied, with shyness in my voice. It had been too long since someone, a man, had commented on my looks. If Jared thought one comment would have me begging, he was sorely mistaken. I marched over to his house. A jumble of words ran through my mind. I just needed to set him straight. Nothing over the top, just slow it all down. Let him know that I wasn't easy, he was a nice looking guy, but I needed time. The door opened before I finished knocking.

Soft brown socks, khakis and un- tucked olive green polo shirt. I looked up, his lips parted in curiosity, his eyes filled with me.

All my words left me. I swooned.

I haven't been with anyone since Tom died, I stammered.

Your skirt has been driving me crazy all night, Jared said. I leapt into his arms, almost knocking him over. He embraced me, his lips and mine merged forcibly. I wanted him. I didn't want to go slow. I parted my lips and let my tongue explore, tasting him. He grasped me tighter, his tongue dancing with mine. He hauled me deeper into the house and kicked the door closed.

Jared moved backward, leading me toward a room off to the right. I fumbled with his shirt, trying to lift it off while not letting our lips part. He laughed warmly into my mouth as he lifted his arms. I separated just long enough to lift the shirt off him and drop it to the floor. Our lips reconnected, his hands struggling with the buttons on my blouse, mine working on his belt. My hand found his erection through his pants. I felt his desire for me, rock hard and straining. My heart swelled with his need.

I undid his pants while he removed my blouse. My blouse found the floor I lowered his pants and underwear with one push. He struggled to step out of them with my hands exploring my desire. He was so hard. I didn't know I could be so wet.

Jared found the clasp and dropped my bra to the ground. He grabbed my breasts greedily, his mouth finding my nipples. He was devouring me. I leaned into him, guiding his head, giving myself to him. I quickly moved my hand to the zipper of my skirt. His hand, meet mine there and he slowed.

Please, Jared breathed, leave it on. I'll buy you a new one when we ruin it. I shuddered at his deep voice Kinky boy. I wanted him to ruin me. I hiked up my skirt and lowered my panties. He smiled. I smiled. He lowered me to the couch, lifting my feet and removing my panties. His hands ran softly along my legs, he hadn't being lying, he loved them.

Jared kneeled before me, his lips following his hands along my legs. He parted my legs without hesitation, his lips and tongue running up from the knees along the inside of my thighs. He was playing with the hem of my skirt, slowly pushing it up. Heat burned between my legs, I wanted him higher, his lips, and his tongue - all of him. I moaned uncontrollably when he pushed the front of my skirt past my wet pussy. I widened my legs, exposing myself more. I had never been this bold, so wanton. It had been too long. Life was too short. I used my hands to urge his head forward.

I nearly screamed when Jared's lips caressed my labia. God, I could feel him smile at the way my hips jerked. His fingers found my entrance, his tongue moved north, impatiently coaxing my clitoris to the forefront. I could feel the beginning, the warmth, the tingling and my seldom-used muscles contracting. I wanted the first time to be us, not just me. I struggled forward, reaching for Jared, pulling him on top of me.

In me, I begged. The man, turned lust-filled boy, softly fought my desire.

It's been forever, Jared said, I won't last. I smiled and pulled harder. He followed.
You won't need to, I moaned. Jared's rigid erection left a damp trail along my leg. His breathing became sporadic as he lined himself up. The anticipation was glorious, the desire in his eyes feeding my own. I grasped his shaft, aiming it home, shifting my hips to better meet him.

to be continued

By nutbuster