Last night was incredible. It threw any doubts from my mind about whether or not I wanted to be with Jameson. Now I know it’s what I want and I’m not going to feel guilty about it any longer. We’re both wearing a white t-shirt and boxers, belonging to Jameson. His clothes envelope me and make me feel warm inside.

I wake up, curled against Jameson and it feels great. He has a morning erection and I grind my butt along it in an attempt to wake him up. I hear him sleepily ask me what I’m doing and then he grabs my hips and stops me.

“I could wake up like this every morning,” he whispers into my ear.

He pushes my shoulder down, so I’m on my back, and he gets on top of me. He nudges the hem of the shirt up and pulls my underwear down. I wrap a leg around his and push his pelvis into mine.

“Wait, I need to get a condom.” Jameson rolls off of me and sheathes himself. He’s back on top and adjusting his himself before penetrating me. He rests his forehead against mine and says, “I could definitely wake up like this every morning.”

And then he pushes himself inside me. But he goes in slowly. He keeps a steady, but slow pace, making love to me. It feels amazing. Every ridge on his shaft is rubbing against the walls of my pussy.

“Oh, Jameson.” I put both hands on his shoulders and dig my nails into his back. This is different from the other times, but it feels just as good. I love all the different ways he makes love to me. It’s hard to decide which one has been the most exciting. And I’m looking forward to many more exciting times.

He said he’s falling in love with me.

I want to scream it from the rooftops. I feel so happy— elated, really— both physically and emotionally.

My stomach tightens gradually, my climax approaching at an unhurried pace. Jameson kisses the crook of my neck, once again placing tiny bites as well.  “I’m almost there, Jameson.”

Once I’ve let him know this, he thrusts into me with more vigor, grunting with the exertion. I drag my nails down his back.

“Come for me Erin. Come for me one more time.”

And I do. It’s not hard and fast like before, but slow, almost to the point of being excruciating. I feel Jameson finish inside me and then he lays down, putting his weight on me. He rolls us both over, so I’m on top once more.

I could spend the rest of the day like this, but I know I have some things to take care of. A lot was said last night and if I want to move forward with our relationship I need to start being truthful. I sit up so I’m straddling Jameson and tell him,

“I should probably get home…” He brings himself up on his elbows and I can tell he thinks I’m running away again. “I’ll be back, I just need to tell my parents and my pastor the truth. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

He relaxes and I see him thinking.

“Do you think they’ll tell everyone at work?”

I consider this. I know it could mess up the firm’s image, if we “come out” as being a couple too soon.

“I really don’t think they’ll say anything,” I decide. “They’ll be embarrassed that their daughter is shacking— or, living in sin, as they call it— with her much older boss. They might even disown me.”

“Much older, huh?” he asks, with a grin. “I guess there’s a reason they call it Sugar Daddy Central.”

I lovingly swat him on the chest. “You know what I mean.”

“Well, I hope they don’t disown you,” he says, growing somber now. “And I really can’t wait until it’s safe to tell people at work. So we can be official.”

“Official?”

“Officially together.”

That makes me smile. We’ll be together. Out in the open, eventually. Just like all the other couples at work. But for now, I’m happy enough that we’re together unofficially.

We get out of bed and get dressed. Jameson drives me back to my car. We decided that today we are both going to tell people the truth. We say goodbye and I go to my car. I brought clothes to change into and make the switch in the car. My parents don’t need to know the exact nature of what happened last night.

During the drive home, I try and practice what I’ll say to my parents. Nothing sounds right. I need to get out of my head. It shouldn’t be this hard. I’ll just be straightforward and hopefully I don’t get disowned.

I go inside and find my parents eating dinner. I’d lied and told them I was spending the night with Monique. They’d met and liked her and approved. They were impressed that the office manager and I were friends.

And she and I really have hit it off. There’s a new colleague of Damien’s that comes into the office sometimes, and who she can’t help but ogle. I’ve noticed that it’s mutual, although she denies it. She also claims to be “married to her work,” but I don’t believe it. I remain thoroughly convinced that everyone deep down wants and needs love— even a workaholic like her. And even a former playboy like Jameson.

Speaking of Jameson, I’m not looking forward to this conversation with my parents. I won’t tell them all the dirty details, just that I’ve met someone and I want to be with him. I sit down at the table.

“How was your night, honey?”

I mumble out a “fine” to answer my mom’s question and then get right into the meat of the conversation.

“I want to tell you guys something and please don’t get mad, but I’ve met someone and we want to be together, and even live together, but I don’t want to lie to you guys anymore,” I spit all this out at them and wait anxiously for their replies.

They’ve stopped eating and are just looking at me.

“Please say something.”

“Is this what you were asking me about the other day? When you were talking about Pastor Nichols?” my dad asks.

I nod. I didn’t tell my dad any specifics, instead letting him know Pastor Nichols was extremely mad at me and wouldn’t listen to me.

“Listen Erin, we never want you to feel like you can’t talk to us. I know sometimes we’re a bit overbearing, but we mean well.” My mom places her hands on mine and squeezes. “I’m not happy to hear you’ll be living with him, and I would recommend you take things more slowly. But, I’ve realized lately that you’re going to do what you’re going to do regardless of what I say.”

Wow. I really wasn’t expecting this pleasant of a reaction. I guess my mom picked up on more than I had thought.

“We want you to be happy,” my dad says. “We hope we’ve raised you right until now and you’re on your own, kiddo. Just don’t shut us out. That’s what we’re most afraid of. Ever since you started this job, we’ve known something was up, but we didn’t know what… and that’s a scary place to be.”

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Okay, Dad. I’m sorry.”

I’d never tried talking to my parents like this. Maybe if I had, we could’ve been more open. Communication is a two way street and I should’ve met them halfway. At least now it seems like things are changing. I hug both of them and go to my next stop: the church.

I get there before anyone arrives for Sunday service and find Pastor Nichols in his office. Before going in, I turn the recorder on my phone on, just in case. I knock and the pastor tells me to enter. This time he’s pacing around, preparing for the service, going over his notes. When I open the door, he turns to me and smiles.

“Erin! Lovely to see you. I don’t have much time; I need to get ready for the Sunday service.” He motions for me to take a seat and he takes his on the other side of his desk. “How may I help you today?”

All I need to do is be brave. Everything worked out with my parents and it’ll work out here.

“I came to tell you, I’m in love with Jameson and I’m going to be with him.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, a dark cloud passes over Pastor Nichols’ face. He looks frightening. I’ve never seen him so mad.

“What are you doing Erin? I told you, you couldn’t be with that man. He’s dangerous for your soul.”

“Like I said, I love him and I refuse to feel bad about it any longer.”

Pastor Nichols stands up suddenly, knocking over his chair and I jump in my seat.

“I don’t care! You can’t be with him; you can’t love him. You can only be with me and love me. We are meant to be together and if you can’t see that, I’ll have you thrown out of the church and branded a whore!”

How have I never seen this before? Jameson was right. Pastor Nichols is jealous. More than jealous. He’s insane. I stand up and get right back in his face.

“You can do that, but just know that I’ve been recording you and I will expose you for the manipulator you are if you don’t leave me alone.”

He falls back, surprised by my boldness and I know I’ve won. I will never have to worry about him again. He doesn’t say anything as I leave, not that I would listen. I rush to my car and head for the office. I can’t wait to see Jameson, the man that I love.