Chapter Fourteen: Danny
I’d known she was beautiful. Every day I’d been lucky enough to stare at the olive skin, the raven hair that spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, the ocean-blue eyes that sparkled when she chatted with her customers and flashed when she argued with Butch. But now I saw more. Those large tits topped with luscious pink nipples, that juicy cunt that had held my cock like a vise, squeezing me until all I could think of was her, and this rocking bod, which glowed with health and vitality, her skin smooth and unblemished. All of it created a beautiful image, that most wondrous of creatures—a perfect woman.
But inside of that perfect woman was a girl I barely knew. A real one, beyond the bartender, beyond the sister, beyond the boss. I’d caught glimpses of her when she glanced at me. I’d heard her when she giggled at something a customer said. I’d watched her as she gave out gestures of kindness like candy to children. This was the Hannah I wanted to see more of. This was the Hannah I thought just might change my life.
I cupped my hand against her cheek, and she cuddled her face into my palm.
“Why today?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Why not today?”
“The Hannah I know doesn’t do spontaneous. I think you planned this, you little minx.”
She blushed a bit, so pretty on her, and then smiled. “I guess you know me too well.”
“Not nearly well enough,” I said, “but we can fix that.”
She sighed, a heavy sigh that filled her chest and then deflated like a balloon. I lifted her face up to mine and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Hey, it’s not as bad as all that.”
She shook her head and then plopped onto the sofa. “Once he gets his hooks into you, you’re lost to me.”
“No, never.”
“You don’t know Richie, at least not well enough.” She clutched her hands together and gave me a small, pitiful look. “I guess…I guess I just needed to fuck you one time, see if my feelings were real, and if they were, whether I can leave them in the past.”
“And can you?”
“I don’t think so,” she said miserably.
“I think it’s more than that.” I sat down beside her and took her hands in mine, small warm hands that fluttered like baby birds. “Your feelings are real, Hannah. I know that because mine are real.” She glanced up suddenly, her eyes hopeful, and I nodded.
“Really?”
“Really,” I said with a smile. “But I think you suspected that. There’s something between us, and we both feel it.” I paused, unsure what to ask, not wanting to scare her or take away any happiness we’d created today. Finally, I said, “What are you really afraid of?”
She gave me a slide-glance and turned her head, but not before I saw the single tear track down her cheek. I gathered her into my arms and lay back, cradling her. My fingers drifted over the swell of her tit, gliding over smooth flesh and circling the nipple, which, despite her tears, puckered under my touch.
“Come on, baby, talk. We’ll figure it out.”
“Oh, Danny, you have no idea what’s going to happen here. Richie has arranged things now. We’ll never see one another. Our paths will never cross. Somehow, he knows I’ve developed…these feelings, and he’s not going to allow them to grow. He’ll kill them like he kills everything else. I should never have done this.”
She burst into tears, and I grabbed a Kleenex from the box on the coffee table. Funny how the box was just sitting right there. Did Hannah often spend her evenings crying?
That shit stopped now.
I cradled her tight and let her cry for a few moments, and when the sobs turned to sniffles, I handed her the tissue. She blew her nose, a small delicate noise, and then I sat up and took hold of her shoulders. She kept her head down until I said, “Look at me.”
I pointed to my face. “See this mug?”
She nodded.
“If you think this is the last you’ll see of it, think again, doll. This is me telling you that there’s something here, something I want to pursue, and I think you want to pursue it too. Am I right or wrong?”
She licked her lips as though trying to find the right words.
“Whether you’re right or wrong, whether we want something or not, doesn’t mean we’ll get what we want.”
I shook my head. “Hannah, you don’t know me well enough, but believe me when I say that what I want, I get.” I gave her shoulders a shake and smiled. “I got you, didn’t I?”
She giggled, that soft sweet sound that sent ripples of happiness through my body, ending in my cock of course. No matter what was going on, everything eventually ended in my cock. It was the way I was wired. My cock had already perked right up, eager for another go at the pretty girl.
I glanced at the clock on the cable box. 6:20. We had another glorious forty minutes to explore bodies, hash out emotions, and seal our fates. It had taken me just twenty minutes to realize this woman might be the love of my life.
I pushed her down on the sofa, and she gave me another giggle. I whipped her shorts and panties off so fast I think I made her head spin. She lay there blinking up at me. I stood, shucked my pants as fast as I could, and when she opened her arms, I found shelter and joy there, along with three more orgasms.
I’m not sure how many she had, but I came through like a champ. She came easily, her cum bathing my cock, filling my mouth, leaking on my thighs. She sucked my cock like a professional, swallowing my cum when I came down her throat. I spilled deep into her cunt, feeling her pussy clench and milk my cock to the last drop of cum, and then I came between her tits and watched as her finger swooped up the cum and she licked it off.
This woman might have been my soul mate.
Soul mate or not, I promised I’d make arrangements to clean her couch. It was the least I could do.
When I left her at the door at 6:55, my pulse quickened. A part of me—a really stupid part—wondered if she was right. Richie had already warned me away from his sister. I’d somehow worked my way onto the map of Hannah’s life, and I sensed a collision coming. My only hope was that, no matter what happened to me, Hannah would never feel the repercussions of our afternoon delight.
I had my own asshole moments, but I was basically an okay guy, and I wanted her safe and happy, preferably as part of my life. But if I had to abandon her to keep her safe, I would. Even though I wasn’t sure I’d ever be the same.