How could I do this. Forgive a man who had costed me my job. Literally.

But that man was all that mattered to me.

And being with him was all I could care about.

Why was forgiving him so easy? Probably because I was so ready for it. I was waiting for him to just say it, and the moment he said it, I showed him how ready I was.

It was no wonder Los Angeles and New York were on opposite sides of the country because the two cities could not have been more different.

New York prided itself on being the city that never slept. It was also a city that could overwhelm and assault your senses in more ways than one. New York was home to the world’s finest restaurants, theaters, museums, art galleries, and cultural centers. It was also freakin’ loud and noisy and hectic and full of assholes and garbage and stank to high heaven.

Los Angeles, on the other hand, was much more spread out and less cramped, but it had terrible traffic at rush hour, more than its share of assholes, and sometimes you could literally see the air in front of your face. Still, Los Angeles was home now. I’d make the best of it. Which wasn’t hard to do living in a Bel Air mansion with the hottest new star on TV.

Cole’s show had been syndicated in a hundred markets and was a bonafide ratings hit. It quickly went to number one in its time slot in major markets and new affiliates were signing on every day. Entertainment Tonight called Cole the best thing to hit TV since Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil. Thankfully, Cole’s ego wasn’t so big that he bought into the hype. He knew how bright his star was and how quickly it was rising. He also knew how quickly stars could fall to the ground. Maybe that’s why he got nervous sometimes before the cameras rolled. I found it hilarious that a guy who could literally take out, repair, and replace a human heart got nervous being on TV. I also found it incredibly cute.

We had been in L.A. for just over a month and were still settling into the new house, which was provided as part of Cole’s contract with Kingston TV. I had landed a job with the local CBS station in L.A., producing the noon newscast Monday through Friday. I went to work at eight and came home at five. The salary was less than a third of what I’d been making at WNN, but the bullshit I had to put up with, and the stress it caused, was slashed by ninety-nine percent. Money wasn’t everything to me. Of course, that was easy to say when your significant other was a multimillionaire.

Funny, that term “significant other”.

Cole and I loved each other deeply and had said the “L” word, but we still didn’t know how to refer to each other out in public. Were we boyfriend and girlfriend? Significant others? Partners in crime? Was he my man and was I his lady? Or were we just two old flames that had reunited to cause one hell of a bonfire?

* * *

“Your drink, madam,” Cole said as he came through the French doors with a mimosa in each hand. The pool area behind our house was totally secluded, which was why we never bothered to wear bathing suits when we lounged around the pool. I was lying naked on a lounge chair, my body slathered in sunscreen and still turning the color of honey.

I got up on my elbows and watched as Cole approached. He was also naked, muscles all sweaty and deeply tanned. His long cock swung from side to side as he came toward me. I licked my lips in anticipation of the cold drink and the hot cock.

“Thanks,” I said, sitting up in the chair to take the drink. The sweat streamed down between my tits, sluicing toward my shaved cunt. I smiled when it slid over my clit, knowing that Cole loved the taste of a salty pussy.

I took a long sip and smacked my lips. “That’s so good.”

Cole sat down on the lounge chair next to me and sighed. I watched the muscles ripple through his body as he settled in. He was covered in a layer of oil and sweat. His skin glowed brown and red from the sun. His cock was draped over his thigh, moist with sweat, like a sausage sizzling on the grill.

“This is the life,” he said, setting the drink on the glass table between our chairs. He lay flat with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. He sighed heavily after a moment, as if he were falling asleep. He didn’t open his eyes when he felt my fingers closing around his cock. He just sighed again and smiled.

“What are you doing?” he asked as his cock hardened in my hand, growing before my eyes. I slowly stroked his cock as the skin tightened around the shaft as it grew to full length and the head blossomed like a mushroom. I could feel the hot juices already pouring from my pussy, mixing with the sweat and sunscreen to lubricate my hole Cole’s entry.

“I’m reliving the night we popped each other’s cherries,” I said, getting up to straddle his cock without ever letting him go. “Do you remember that night?” I swirled the head of his cock around my hole and let it slip inside. “Your cock was so big I thought you were going to split me open.”

“I remember,” he said, bringing his hands to my hips to steady me as I lowered my pussy onto his thick cock. I could feel my pussy closing around him. “Your pussy was so tight I didn’t think I would get inside you. Just like now. God, you’re so fucking tight, Lucy…”

“Do you remember the tip of your cock hitting my hymen, then breaking through?” I put my hands on his chest and squeezed his nipples as I slid my hips up and down the length of his cock that would fit inside me. Sweat dripped down my nose onto his chest. My body was already burning up on the outside. Now, the inside ignited to catch up.

“I remember the scent of your pussy,” he said, breathlessly. “I could taste you on my tongue. I could smell you for days. My old man was furious that he couldn’t get the smell out of the car, but I fucking loved it. Your pussy walls seemed to grip my cock like a thousand little fingers.”

“Oh… fuck…” I moaned as he slid in and out. “God… I love fucking you…”

“And I love fucking you,” he said. His fingers dug into my sides and he started lifting me up and down. “Now, fuck me faster.”

I took a deep breath and started pummeling my cunt down on his cock. I could feel him hitting my cervix. Fuck, it was almost like I could feel him in my throat. The orgasm came quickly. My body was tingling from head to toe. My big tits swayed on my chest. Cole leaned up to take a hard nipple between his teeth and growled like a wild animal.

“Fuck... Cole… I’m cumming…holy fucking god… Cole… cum with me… cum with me now…”

I don’t know how he did it, but Cole could literally cum on demand. He tightened his grip on my hips and pushed me down hard, filling every inch of me with his manhood. I felt his hot milk flowing within me as my juices washed down over his cock and balls. We jerked and grunted and moaned for a moment, then his grip on my hips loosened and I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me.

“Just like that night,” he said with a smile.

“Better,” I said, my tongue hanging out. “I love you, Calvin Walker.”

“I love you back, Lucy Walsh.”

“Walker and Walsh,” I said with a grin. “We never got to be side by side in the yearbook like you said.”

“Is that your only regret?” he asked with a tentative smile.

“It is today,” I said, leaning down to kiss him. “It is today.”

THE END

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