After Dad Left Chapter 8

After Dad Left
Chapter 8

By the middle of the year, the office was running well; Belinda and I would meet maybe once a month or so, fucking our brains out. While the sex was good, it felt shallow and non-committal. As much as I cared for Belinda, all this had become was raw sex.

Sometime close to the end of the month, I was sitting behind my desk late in the evening when Belinda came in, closing the door behind her.

“The floor is vacant, and I’m going to suck your dick till you cum,” she stated, dropping to her knees.

I got up from my chair and dropped my pants as she took my hardening cock into her mouth. She immediately used her lips and tongue, bringing me to her full attention. She was softly cupping my balls as her mouth went up and down on my erect shaft. She knew me well enough to know I was close. She pulled her mouth off me and looked up into my eyes.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she whispered.

I grabbed my cock in my right hand and began to stroke myself up and down at a steady pace. Belinda was on her knees, her face several inches from my hard dick. She looked up at me and smiled, sticking her tongue out as far as she could. She looked back down at my cock, placing her outstretched tongue just under the head. The first eruption shot deep into the back of her mouth, catching her by surprise. She swallowed quickly, then extended her tongue again, seeing several subsequent deposits on her tongue. She swallowed again rapidly, then took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it until I was completely drained. She stood up, kissed me softly, and left the office.

The first week of June was always the time of the year when the firm announced if any litigator was going to be promoted to an associate or if there were going to be promotions or possibly retirement. We met on the top floor when Richard Butler gave his mid-year speech on how the company was doing. He projected we were well ahead of the previous year and possibly headed toward a record-breaking year.

There were no new promotions, retirements, or named associates, so the meeting ended quickly. I stayed behind on the upper floor to talk to Richard about something I had considered. Once he broke free from Carlos Reyes, I approached him.

“Do you have a minute, sir?” I asked.

“Sure, Tim, follow me.”, he stated, heading into his office.

We sat down, and I explained to him my thoughts about buying a home. I asked him if he knew anyone in the real estate business who could guide me. He laughed and told me his sister was the leading agent at EMR Realty, one of the largest firms in Dallas. He told me he would have her call me as soon as possible. As promised, Cindy Butler called me the next day around ten o’clock in the morning. She introduced herself and told her brother told her to give me the VIP treatment.

She asked me what exactly a condo or a home was. I told her I was leaning more toward a house, possibly twenty-five hundred square feet or larger, on a decent size lot. She told me to give her a day or two to look at some options and that she would get back to me. I have been waiting to hear from her for about ten days. But she finally called back and told me she had found a property she felt might be perfect for me. The property was vacant, and she thought it was overpriced, but it was completely remodeled from the studs out. Everything was new and had a whole house warranty.

I agreed to meet her that afternoon in North Dallas, near Robin Woods' parents' home. I pulled into a subdivision to see large, well-kept houses with manicured lawns. This was upper-middle-class status. As I pulled into the driveway, an older woman exited a black Mercedes Benz.

I exited my car, and she introduced herself as Cindy Butler, Richard’s sister. We walked toward the home and the front door. Cindy Butler opened the door, and I followed her. She told me the homeowner bought it about two years ago and remodeled it. As the remodeling project ended, his employer offered him a lucrative job in Colorado, paying substantially more. Cindy admitted that the owner had gotten carried away with the remodel and spent more than he should have. The floors were porcelain tile with a gray wood plank look. The entire house was painted a pure white shade with six-inch baseboards. Crown molding was added to both the main bedroom and living area. The kitchen was decent-sized, with all-wood white cabinets and gray quartz countertops. All appliances were professional grade, with a Bosch gas stove, dishwater, refrigerator, and over-the-stove microwave. There was also a small wine cooler built into the cabinets. The house had two extra bedrooms that were a decent size.

The kitchen flowed into a large living area. The owner had a seventy-five-inch flat-screen television mounted on the wall with surround sound installed. That would stay with the house as well. There was a small room off the kitchen for a washer and dryer, with several rods installed to hang clothes. A large sink was also installed to soak clothes.

The main bathroom was excellent and huge. Two sinks were installed on the vanity. It also had a large soaking tub with jets and a substantial stand-alone glass shower with dual shower heads. The guest bath had an all-in-one tub-shower alcove and a single vanity in the hallway.

She then led me through the living area to the rear doors that opened into the backyard. The backyard has a decent-sized inground pool with an attached jacuzzi at one end. The patio was a good size and would be great for entertaining or cooking outdoors. There was also a huge shed in the left-hand corner for lawn equipment. The owner had done a great job on the renovation; everything was new. This was a move-in-ready home.

We returned to the kitchen, where she laid out the paperwork for the home. She explained that the median price of homes in this subdivision was between two hundred sixty-nine thousand and roughly two hundred eighty thousand dollars. The owner and his wife planned on staying in this house for a good while, but a great job opportunity came along that he could not pass up.

The owner asked three hundred fifty-nine thousand for the home, well over the median value. It had no offers in six months, and he was now paying two mortgage payments. As Cindy Butler noted, the commercial appliances by Bosch were roughly around seventy-five hundred alone.

Add the landscaped backyard with the pool and spa for probably another twenty grand.

So, the asking price should have been around three hundred twenty-five thousand at the high end. I explained to Cindy Butler that I knew nothing about real estate procedures and would trust her with the process.

Since the house had no offers or genuine interest, Cindy Butler suggested we offer three hundred and five thousand to start. They could counteroffer with another price, and we could negotiate from there. She asked me about finances, and I put myself in her hands again.

She told me that she felt sure the loan would go through immediately if I put down one hundred thousand dollars as a down payment, which would be a thirty-three percent down payment. My monthly note would be around thirteen hundred dollars, including taxes and insurance.

I signed an offer sheet, and Cindy Butler told me she would get back to me as soon as possible. The following Thursday, Cindy Butler called me at work and informed me that the owner had returned with an offer of three hundred fifty-two thousand dollars. Cindy suggested a counteroffer of three hundred fifteen thousand. I agreed, and she drew up the offer.

It took almost ten days for the owner to counteroffer with three hundred forty-five thousand. I talked to Cindy and asked how she felt about the price. She suggested we go all in three hundred thirty-two thousand dollars as a final offer. It was risky, but technically, we could start all over when he declined the offer. He was bleeding seventeen hundred dollars a month note on the property now.

Cindy presented the offer, but we have not received a response during the next two weeks. Cindy Butler suggested that we start looking at other homes. Generally, a delay this long meant the owner needed to be more interested. The following Saturday, she took me to view three different homes at ten o'clock.

We had just pulled into the driveway of the first home when Cindy’s cell phone rang. They pressed the button on the car screen, answering the call. It was the real estate agent handling the house we had offered. She indicated that the owner was considering making another counteroffer and wanted to know if we would consider it. We had noted we were all in on the offer we had presented, so the owner wanted to see if we would reconsider.

Cindy Butler replied that I was looking at other homes in the vehicle with her. She put her fingers over her lips to tell me to be careful and play along. I said hello to the woman on the phone and confirmed I was with Cindy Butler. Cindy had whispered to me that we now wanted to pursue other options and that I was anxious to get into a home. I repeated precisely that to the woman, which caused a moment of silence on her end. Finally, the woman spoke.

The agent said, “Cindy, the owner agreed to a price of three hundred thirty-eight thousand if we sign immediately.”

“Molly, we know the owner overspent on the property big time. Tim works with my brother at Butler, Land, and Reyes; he’s twenty-five years old. I’m not going to hang an albatross around his neck. It will be years before the neighborhood hits the mean value. For the mid-three hundreds, he can get a bigger home for his money. Cindy replied, " I appreciate it, but we passed on that offer."

Molly said she understood and would immediately call the owner with the bad news. We got out and looked at the first home, but it needed much work. It was huge in square footage but required to be taken care of. We returned to the car and pulled onto the interstate when Cindy’s phone rang again; it was Molly.

“Cindy, I just got off the phone with the owner; if your client is willing, we will accept the offer of three thirty-two. However, in exchange, we ask that closing is before the first so my client can avoid another mortgage payment,” Molly asked.

Cindy looked at me smiling and told Molly I was inside looking at a property, but she would call me back shortly. Cindy reached over and closed the call quickly.

“What do you want to do, Tim,’ Cindy asked.

“What do you think?” I quickly inquired.

“You’re a little heavy at three thirty-two, but everything is new. New appliances, bath fixtures, a pool under four years old, and a new television and sound system exist. I think this might be the perfect house for you now. Just move in and enjoy,” she offered.

“That’s what I was thinking, too. Let’s do it,” I replied.

“Ok, this is going to move quickly. I have your loan all set up with the bank that you use. We need a quick inspection; I know a perfect guy. My suggestion to you is to get out and buy some furniture. Set the delivery date for the first day after we sign the papers,” she advised.

That weekend, I left the apartment around nine o’clock and went to a furniture store that several people highly recommended. I was waited on by a beautiful young woman named Ashley. I explained my situation to her, and her face beamed. Since the salesmen all worked on commission and she was brand new to the store, this would help her tremendously.

I explained that I needed a sofa set for the living area, a bedroom set for the main bedroom, and at least three barstools for the kitchen bar. The rest I could get as I went along. We looked at the living room furniture first, and I was sold immediately on a vast gray section sofa in four pieces with two large ottomans. I added two modern end tables to the package, and we moved on.

Next, she showed me the bedroom sets, which presented a challenge. Most bedroom sets, at least to me, appeared feminine. I finally found a gray oak platform bedroom set. It had a platform bed, two nightstands, a large upright chest, and a regular chest of drawers with a matching mirror. Thankfully, it was available in king-size, so I agreed to it.

I bought three all-white high-backed stools for the kitchen counter, which would serve as my current table. It is an excellent mattress and box spring for the bedroom set. I wrote a check and paid cash for everything, which came to a little over eighty-five hundred dollars.

On Monday, I went to Richard Butler’s office to thank him for getting Cindy to work with me on the house purchase. He was glad everything had gone well and made me promise to show him the house when I was done. I went back to my office and got back to work. Since the new changes had been implemented, my floor was bustling.

We have picked up seven more clients in the financial section, putting me at eleven. In addition, we reviewed the financials of every divorce case the firm handled. Stacy was doing a great job handling the finances, and every week, I had an updated spreadsheet on my desktop via email.

We spent less money with the new system in place in the first seven months. Credit card expenses alone were down twenty-eight percent. Office supplies had dropped by twenty-one percent, and no cell phone had been replaced in the new year.

Secondly, billing was up about twelve percent, but I hoped for more. We were saving a little over thirty percent at this time. I met with Richard Butler, who was highly pleased with the number but mentioned he would meet with the attorneys to see if we could increase the billing to about twenty percent.

I signed the papers and moved into my house on a Thursday evening. I took off Friday so the furniture could be delivered. Everything was fine, and the delivery guys set everything up for me. Now I needed to go shopping again. I needed towels for the bathroom and kitchen, linens for the bed, pillows, and a comforter of some kind. I also required dishes, pots and pans, and groceries. I sat on the sofa Friday night and watched the large-screen television, which was awesome. I had put all my clothes away in the master and decided to go shopping the following morning. I was just about to go to bed when my cell phone rang; it was Robin Woods.

“Hey, Tim. Are you in the house yet?” she asked.

“Yes, I am. I had some furniture delivered today, but I have to go out tomorrow for a load of things. I do not know where to go, but I figure it out.”

“I can help you with the shopping if you would like. I have nothing to do tomorrow,” Robin said softly.

“That would be great,” I replied, knowing I needed the help.

Robin asked for my new address, which I gave her, and promised to meet me at my house around eight-thirty in the morning. I promised to take her to breakfast, and then we could start shopping. I had to sleep on a bare mattress that night, but I had taken one pillow from the apartment. The air conditioner was oversized for the home and kept the inside very cool. I looked forward to having something to cover up with the next night.

My phone alarm went off at seven o’clock, and I got up. I showered and dressed, then sat down to wait for Robin. At about eighty-twenty that morning, the doorbell rang. I walked to the front and opened the door, letting Robin in.

Robin was wearing skin-tight jeans and a black sleeveless pullover top. She was also wearing black and gray snakeskin boots. She looked terrific, and I had never seen her outside of work.

“Wow, Tim, this is nice. Everything looks brand new,” she remarked as she walked in.

“The owner remodeled the whole house before I moved in,” I replied.

I took her around so she could see all the rooms, then out to the back so she could see the pool. She loved the pool area and warned me that I had to let her swim at least once in repayment for her helping me today. I agreed at once that having Robin around was never really a problem.

As Robin suggested, we went to a local restaurant, had breakfast, and drove to the linen store. Since different shades of gray were the central colors for the floor, furniture, and cabinets, Robin suggested we use maroon, washroom, and dish towels. She then told me my bedding should be pure ultra-white with accent pillows in gray and maroon. We went with darker gray curtains on the three-bedroom windows and the French doors leading to the backyard.

After finishing there, we drove to a store that specialized in kitchenware. About an hour and a half later, I bought a large set of dishes, glassware and stemware, silverware, kitchen knives and other utensils, and pots and pans.

We drove back to the house, dropped everything off, and left immediately for the grocery store. We returned about two hours later, after six o’clock in the evening. I put away the groceries while Robin put the new linens on the bed. She then laid out the towels in both bathrooms and the kitchen.
When Robin returned to the kitchen, I still washed the latest dishes and glassware.

“Ok, you’re all set in the back,” she stated.

I loaded another load of silverware, dishes, and glassware into the dishwasher and turned it on. I had bought several gallons of sweet tea, so I poured a glass for Robin and me. We sat on the stools at the kitchen bar. I was tired.

“Robin, I can’t thank you enough for helping me today. There’s no way I would have gotten all this done without you,” I said, squeezing her hand softly.

“I enjoyed it, Tim. But you still owe me an evening of swimming,” she giggled.

“Anytime, Robin,” I replied.

“How about right now?’, she asked.

“Uh, I guess that would be ok. Do you have a bathing suit with you?” I asked, somewhat embarrassed.

“Nope, but that’s not a problem. There’s nothing I have you haven’t seen.” Robin giggled.

“That’s true,” I replied.

She raised her left leg, unzipped one boot, and pulled it off. She did the right one as well. She then stood up and peeled her jeans off, setting them across the bar stool and exposing a pair of black lace panties. She lifted her black tank top to her shoulders, quickly reaching behind and unfastening her black lace bra. She pulled her tank top down and laid the bra across the stool.

“Ok, I’m ready,” she laughed.

I was at a loss for words as this goddess stood before me in just her underwear. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans to the floor. I grabbed a few spare towels from the linen locker and went out the back door. Robin was already in the pool, treading water in the deep end. I stepped into the pool and swam towards her, resting on the side of the pool. Several feet away, I discovered a seat carved into the pool. I moved down and sat on the chair with my back to the pool wall. Robin swam toward me and positioned herself between my legs.

“This is nice, and I love a pool. My dad almost put one in years ago, but he changed his mind.” she sighed.

“Well, you can swim here anytime you like,” I offered.

She reached up and wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled herself up, then sat down on my thighs. Our faces were inches apart as she stared into my eyes.

“Tim,” she said softly.

“Yes, Robin, I replied.”

“Please fuck me,” she asked.

“You said you just wanted to swim; now you’re getting pushy,” I laughed.

“Damn right, I am. Come on,” she urged.

We exited the pool, dried off, and ran to the main bedroom. We peeled off the wet clothes and jumped into bed together. I pulled her into my arms and put my lips on hers, and we kissed for a very long time. I pulled away and slowly kissed down her firm body until my mouth was several inches from a wet, glistening pussy. I extended my tongue and slowly licked her pussy from the bottom up to her clit, which I kissed softly. After several minutes of gently licking and kissing Robin’s pussy she grabbed my upper arms and pulled me on top of her. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock, and placed the head into her wet opening. She removed her hand, and I slowly pushed into her, staring deep into her eyes.

I leaned over and softly kissed her as I slowly moved in and out of her. She pushed her soft tongue into my mouth and probed my mouth gently. I rolled over and pulled Robin over me, never breaking our kiss. She pulled away from me and sat up, bracing herself and placing her hands on the pillow I was resting my head on.

She was soaking wet, and she was gliding on my hard cock without any effort whatsoever. I reached up with both hands and softly caressed her breasts using my thumb on her hard nipples. She leaned over so that she was just inches from my face.

“God, you make me feel so good,” she whispered, quickly running her tongue over my lips.

I reached up with my right hand and softly touched her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. Somehow, this felt right, almost like I was supposed to be here.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever been around, Robin,” I whispered.

She leaned back down and kissed me softly again, her tongue probing my mouth once more. I ran my hands slowly up and down her back as she continued to move slowly on me. She pulled back once more, looking down at me.

“I could get very used to this,” she whispered.

“So could I,” I replied.

Robin moved slightly faster on me, resting on her hands for balance. I could feel the juices running out of her as she rode my dick like it was the most natural thing on earth to do. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Thankfully, she arrived a few seconds before I was ready.

“Tim, I’m going to cum, and you come with me deep inside me, she urged.”

Seconds later, Robin lost control of her body, arched her back, and trembled above me. I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her down firmly on my cock. I erupted deep inside of Robin, washing her insides with white hot cum. She collapsed on my chest and held on to me tightly, moving up and down slowly, enjoying the mixture of both our orgasms coating her pussy.



To be continued