Ezequiel
A lie by omission… His words echo in my mind as I pop the top off a cold beer.
I haven’t told Sage anything about my life, about my family. With her staying over, she’s going to find out one way or another. I’ll eventually have to take my shirt off.
Is she coming back tonight? We didn’t talk about that. I pull out my phone, rewatching the recording she made. My hands on her tits. My girl was into it. I grin, watching as she turns to look at me, as if she needs to see my expression while I’m playing with her. She’s so fucking hot.
That whole thing with her weight bothers me. I get women wanting to be slim and trim. But a guy doesn’t necessarily see things the same way. Her tit is filling my hand, the hard, pink nipple pointing at the camera. It’s a beautiful thing.
Just look at the way she brings her leg up, letting me slip my fingers into her shorts.
I watch as I lean over her, trying to catch a glimpse of her pussy. She was so damn wet by then. I stick two fingers into her underwear, spreading those full pussy lips. A bit of the sound comes through the speaker, adding to the visual.
She’s pushing her shorts off, and I remember wanting to dive into her so hard it hurt. I dragged her over to the edge of the seat before she could protest.
There’s a break as I switch phones. I smirk, knowing what’s coming. How my cock dives into that sweet little cunt over and over until she shatters.
I wasn’t lying this morning when I told her I hadn’t been tempted by any woman in a long time. I have enough money to buy any woman I’ve seen on video, enough to buy them several times over. I could have flown somebody in, flown out to anywhere in the world. But I was content to be alone. Until Sage.
She’s spent two nights in my bed, and I want her there again. Is she coming by? We didn’t discuss it. I was too busy enjoying the way she came all over my cock. She melted afterward, and I was left holding her up, by my cock.
But it poses the question of whether she realized I came inside her. Do I regret it? Not one damn bit. In fact, I’m ready to do it again right now. If she hadn’t been knocked out the night before, it probably would have happened then. But I wasn’t about to have my kid start out life with a junkie mother.
Now that I know that’s not the case, I’m ready for what comes next.
The reality of the situation sinks in. I’ve planned for a future, for a family. I just hadn’t looked at finding the woman who’d be the mother of my children. I could never picture what that woman would look like. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she’d be in the picture, but now I can’t imagine anyone other than her.
My phone rings. Sage? I bring it up to find Mayela calling.
“Hey, how are things going?” she asks.
“Okay. Why? What’s up?”
“I called Addler but he’s not answering,” she says, sounding concerned.
“Yeah, he’s had a rough day.” I’m not sure how much he’d share with her about what he did this weekend.
“Don’t tell me,” she says drily. “This thing with Elena blew up in his face.”
I take a drink of my beer. “Well, I don’t know what he decided to do about it, but I’d be careful walking into the house unannounced.” Now I can laugh about the whole thing. Though I’m not sure if she wants to know about what was going on on the kitchen floor.
“Do I want to know what that means?” she asks, sounding suspicious.
“Elena was there until earlier.”
“Oh, really.” She sounds like she just got a juicy bit of gossip.
“But yeah, things went wrong. And if he’s as smart as I think he is, he won’t let her get away.” I take another drink.
“Let’s get real here,” Mayela says patiently. “If he’s smart about this girl, he would have gone after her a long time ago. And I would have been changing diapers these last few years.”
She looked too pissed to expect anything of the sort. “I hate to break it to you, but you may not have diaper duty any time in the near future.”
“Ay muchacho.” She sighs. “I’ll head over once we get home and get settled.”
Which leads me back to her sister. “Bill took his wife to San Antonio. How did that go?”
“She’s the same,” Mayela says, sobering. “We’re praying for a transplant, but I don’t know that it’ll happen for her.”
“Sorry to hear that.” It’s a tough spot for them to be in. But maybe there’s someone I can reach out to.
“It is what it is, but thanks for asking,” she says, sounding tired. “I’ll go check on the kid and see how he’s doing.”
“Good luck.”
I end the call and shoot off a text to see if anything can be done. It’s sobering to find us all at a crossroads. I definitely need to make changes. I need to come clean and get ahead of this before I end up like Addler.
Going back to my messages, I find Sage’s contact. Hey, you coming by?
She answers right away. Maybe .
So how could I convince you? I reply, playing along.
Maybe a soak in that big tub .
That’s doable. Head over .
Is it big enough for two?
That’s all going to depend on the conversation. But I don’t want to start that now. Maybe .
Let me pack a couple of things. You want anything? Other than the nightie.
I like the fact she thought of that. How about some pizza to go with this beer .
Sounds good .