“Every time I see you two, you always seem different,” Tessa ushered us into her office. I tried to hide my face because, I promise you, anyone who saw me right now could probably tell that not even thirty minutes ago, Greg had his cock shoved deep inside of me and had me begging to leave to go to our session so that we could come back as soon as it was done.
Greg and I took our respective sides on the couch, not because I didn’t want us to sit together, but because before we came here I had asked him to keep an open mind for what I wanted to talk about in today’s session. He seemed a little wary at first but agreed.
“I want to talk about our communication,” I started when Tessa took her seat in front of us.
“How did the date go?” Tessa’s words and mine collided, but she waved a hand for me to continue as she grabbed for her pad and pen. “Go ahead, Lilly.”
I took a deep breath, ready to lay it all on the line today.
“Greg and I suck at communicating, and I don’t think it’s because we don’t want to, but because we’re afraid of the outcome.”
I looked over to Greg who just nodded his head in agreement.
“The date didn’t go so well this weekend. Greg asked another woman out on a date and never told me anything about it. He even brought her to the club with us and all of our friends. He introduced her to everyone like it wasn’t a big deal, which it was.”
Tessa jotted down some notes and then put her full attention back on me.
“I was really hurt by it, especially because after it happened we didn’t talk about it. We just had sex and then Greg left. He was out of town on business and I had to find out from our boss that he wasn’t going to be back in for a few days. I decided that I was going to work from home and wait for Greg. I know, a little dramatic, but I wanted to make sure that once he got back that I was able to grab him before he disappeared again.”
“Lilly, we talked last time about you two not communicating and the flare for dramatics. Do you think this was the best way to handle the situation?”
“No, but truthfully, I didn’t know what else to do. We needed to talk things out and he wasn’t answering me.”
“I had to leave town for work.” Greg repeated my statement from before.
“It’s more than that Greg,” I turned towards him. “Max told me you had to leave town for work. You never told me anything. You went on a date with another woman, fucked me, and then left me in the dust. You left my bed and then left the city. You then had a friend, our boss, tell me that you left town for a few days to meet with a client. How do you think that looks to me? How do you think this makes me feel?”
Tears were brimming in my eyes because the conversation we had earlier was only the tip of the iceberg to where this conversation was going now.
“Greg?” Tessa turned to question Greg.
“I didn’t see it that way, Lilly.” He inched closer to me on the couch. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t consider you in all of this. I’m not used to having to tell someone where I’m going, what I’m doing, especially not in the capacity of a relationship.”
“We used to text each other all the time. I know your work schedule like the back of my hand.” I countered.
“But it was never about when I had to go out of town for work. I never write those on my calendar because they pop up last minute, almost always. We used to text each other to hang out, when we were leaving our apartment, so you friends wouldn’t see that I lived next door. I’m not used to telling someone who I love that I have to leave town for a few days because of work. That I’m going to go out with the guys to a bar. That I wanted to take a day trip to see my parents. I’ve not had to give that kind of dedication to someone before, but damn it Lilly, I want to give it to you.”
My focus never wavered from Greg as the tears streamed down my face. He reached across and wiped away a few of them. He said he loved me. He said he wanted to give me that kind of dedication. My heart was erratic with the love coursing through it.
“Is there anything else you would like to add to this, Greg?” Tessa asked. I could see in Greg’s eyes that he had more to say and I had no idea what else he could tell me that wouldn’t make me cry more. Greg stood up and kneeled in front of me with his hands resting on my thighs, making me his only intended target with the words he was about to say.
“I know you said early on in all of this that one of your biggest fears was that you thought I was going to leave you. I still have no idea where that comes from.”
“Lilly?” I looked up at Tessa’s questioning look. Her and Greg were waiting for my answer.
“Do you seriously not know?” I asked Greg.
“No.” Greg laughed and then looked at me with a serious face. “Tell me.”
“You kissed me two years ago, Greg. You kissed me and then never said a damn thing about it and just pretended like it didn’t even happen. I engraved it in my head after that day I wasn’t going to let you leave me like that again.”
Greg sat back on his heels and rubbing his hands over his thighs, thinking about what I just said.
“Wait, at the Christmas party?” He laughed and then looked up at me. Agitation set in as his laughter filled the room. The tears I had immediately stopped and my guard started build back up.
“Greg.” Tessa admonished him. Greg placed his hands back onto my thighs and inched closer to me.
“I’m sorry, I’m just confused.” Greg leaned up so that his face was only inches from mine and he whispered so only we would hear. Do you not remember what you told me that night?”
“What do you mean?” I answered back, confused about what he meant.
“I kissed you. Hell, yeah I did. But you were also crazy-ass drunk, so I finally took you home that night to put you to bed. Did you never question how you got to bed that night?” Greg leaned in closer with a questioning look.
“I never thought about it. I didn’t think I was drunk,” I admitted. I tried to think back to that night but every time I did it was always a blur after the kiss. I had always thought I was sober for that kiss, but the stench of whiskey filled my nostrils at the memory. Had I been drunk when all of that happened?
“Oh doll, you were beyond drunk, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. That kiss was only the beginning. But later that night, when I was carrying you into your room, you grabbed onto my shirt and told me never to break your heart and told me to leave you alone. You said if we stayed together it would hurt you more than us being apart.”
My heart sped up. I looked down into my lap trying to recall telling him this. Nothing.
“What?” My question was a whisper. Greg grabbed for my chin and tilted it up so that our eyes met.
“I’ve tried so hard to stay away from you the past two years.” He brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “How I’ve wanted just to kiss you again, but I stayed true to your request because I thought that was what you really wanted.”
He dropped his hand, shrugged, and looked over his shoulder to Tessa. “I think that’s what you would call a breakthrough.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. Even in the most tension-filled moment, Greg always knew how to break the ice. Looking at him now, I tried recalled that night again. I may not have remembered what I said to him, but I knew what he meant about the feeling that this was the man who could break my heart. He still had the ability to do that, but now, now I felt like I could withstand whatever was thrown at us.
“Tessa.” I looked away from Greg momentarily. “May I ask for our homework assignment for today?”
“What did you have in mind?” The smile that ignited on her face showed just how proud she was of us.
“We’ve not actually spent a whole twenty-four hours with each other, so I was thinking that we could try living together for a few nights.”
I looked back to Greg who was still kneeling in front of me to see his reaction. That smirk from earlier was on his face like he was getting exactly what he wanted.
“I think that would be best for you two. It would force you to see each other before and after work, tell each other where you were going if it wasn’t with the other person, but in a more natural setting, rather than through text. Although I have something I would like to add to this.”
“Anything.” Greg’s comment left me longing for more and I didn’t care what Tessa said, because whatever it was, we were both in this, together.
“Go to family dinner tonight.”
“Done.” Greg’s response was a little too quick for Tessa.
“Wait.” She tapped on her notepad and called for both Greg’s and my attention, but our eyes never wavered from each other. “I want you to go to family dinner tonight, but I don’t want you to come back here on Friday. This is the last week of our sessions, and I want you to be with each other as much as possible. I don’t want you to rely on coming back here to work out if there is an issue. If you have anything to work out, work it out between you two. Then, on Monday morning, we’ll meet at the courthouse to see Judge Baker.”
I processed everything Tessa had said, except the fact that this was the last week of counseling for us. We were done with these sessions and I had to say, I felt completely different from how I had felt the first moment I walked in here.
“How does that sound?” Tessa asked.
“I’m good with that,” I replied.
“Amazing.” Greg’s enthusiasm was greater than mine.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t excited, but Tessa was right. W had been relying so much on these sessions to help with the conflict and tension that was rising between Greg and me. What would we do when we were out on our own? Would we be able to stay together and not try to rip each other’s throats out? I looked at Greg one more time before Tessa ushered us out of the office. The hour had flown by fast and, once the door closed, my heart fell. The anxiety took over, until Greg took my hand, led me towards his car and whisked me away into the gorgeous mountains of Helen.
I looked up at Greg’s parents’ house and took a deep breath. Greg and I hadn’t really discussed that I had told his mother about us. Now walking into that house with everyone knowing our business, it just shined a spotlight I didn’t want.
“It’ll be fine, doll,” Greg came up behind me and grabbed for my hand before opening the door and leading me inside.
There wasn’t anyone in the living room, but laughter could be heard coming from the kitchen. We passed the fireplace. I saw that it was already nine and his family probably wasn’t expecting us tonight.
When we stepped into the kitchen and the first thing I heard was silverware hitting china.
“No phone calls, nothing. You just show up!” Margaret made her way up from the table to stomp over to her son, finger wagging in the air. “You don’t just get to come in here, mister, and think you’re going to be fed just because you show up with Lilly.”
She turned towards me with the most genuine smile.
“Good evening, darling.”
“Hey.” I waved my hand in the air and then internally died at the thought that I was waving to everyone like a nervous child being introduced to a class of people she didn’t know.
Margaret moved her gaze to where Greg’s and my hands were still intertwined.
“Oh…” Her word was drawn out. She was finally understanding.
David got up from his seat, bellowing with laughter and came to grab his wife.
“Why don’t you two fix up a plate and join us.”
“But, David—” Margaret tried to interject.
“Let the children be, darling.” He led her back to the table and Greg placed a kiss on my cheek when he left me to fix our plates. I stood there awkwardly but Delilah came to grab me and placed me in the seat right next to her. Jack tossed a bread roll at my plate as his way of saying hello. I was sitting at the farthest end of the table away from where I normally sat.
Greg walked back into the dining room and just shook his head as he set a plateful of spaghetti in front of me and made his way to the other end of the table, next to his father. The table was silent as we all ate our dinner. I was almost thankful for when Delilah spoke up first, until she wanted to talk about Greg and me.
“So, are we going to talk about this or just pretend like it’s not even happening?”
I looked up to Greg, who was about to shovel a forkful into his mouth but put it back down and looked over to his mother, who was waiting for him to answer Delilah’s question. He looked to me before he answered.
“We’re seeing each other.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug and filled his mouth with spaghetti.
“That’s it?!” Delilah was bouncing in her seat.
“We haven’t even hit the surface.” Jack chuckled as he took a sip of his beer.
“Delilah.” David scolded her and then turned towards Jack. “Jack.”
“Son?” Margaret questioned Greg.
“We’re dating.” He said with a full mouth, but his answer could be heard by everyone.
“Lilly?” Margaret’s next question came next to me.
“What he said.” I pointed towards Greg with my fork in the most awkward way and then proceeded to shovel food into my mouth, too. This was the only way not to talk about it at the dinner table.
“But you two are married, it’s more than just dating!” I choked on a noodle that was going down the wrong pipe and Greg threw a piece of bread in Delilah’s direction. The room quickly became silent again.
“Excuse. Me.” Margaret’s words sounded like venom and all I wanted to do was run from the room before that snake tried to bite me.
“Mom, it isn’t what you—”
“It isn’t? Because what your sister just said is that you two are married.” Margaret put down her silverware and backed up from the table. “We’ll discuss this later. I need a moment.”
“Mom.” Margaret stormed out towards the back patio. Greg tried to get up from the table, but David sat him back down with a hand on his shoulder.
“Is it true?” David looked from me to Greg and then back to me.
“Yes.” I said truthfully once I had swallowed. That’s all I wanted from here on out. The truth and that’s what I wanted to tell Margaret. I wanted her to know we only kept it from them so that we could figure out what was going on before we let everyone know. In fact, even though we were telling them, I still wasn’t sure what the outcome would be on Monday morning.
David nodded his head, taking in what I had said and then a smile crossed his face. He turned towards Greg and patted him on the back.
“Thank you for making her officially a part of this family.” My heart filled with love in just those words. Jack and Delilah raised their glasses to congratulate us, but I looked over to where Margaret’s seat was still empty and silently excused myself from the table. I made my way onto the patio, where she was sitting alone.
I opened and closed the door as quietly as possible, but she still heard me.
“Come sit next to me, darling.”
I made my way around the small group of chairs and sat in the one next to her but she wouldn’t have it. She patted next to herself on the loveseat she was occupying. I snuck under the blanket that she held up and made myself comfortable. She laid a hand on my thigh and we sat there. I didn’t try to figure out which one of us was going to talk first because it didn’t matter.
We were soaking in the moment of realization that I was her daughter and she was now my mother, well, in the legal sense.
“I’ve waited for this day for a long time.” I looked over to Margaret and saw a tear running down her face. “I had tried so many times to get you two to see how much you loved each other.”
“What?” I was baffled by her words.
“All the setups, the little remarks.” She waved a hand at me, like my question was stupid. “You two couldn’t see what was right in front of you and you needed a push. Don’t tell me that my trying to set up Greg didn’t put a little kick in you.”
“I just thought you didn’t like me…”
“Oh, honey,” She turned towards me and cupped my face in her hands. “You’re the missing link to this family. We would be nothing without you.”
She wiped away her tears and sat up straighter.
“Now, for this marriage thing. I don’t like that you two did it on your own.” Her voice became disapproving.
“It was a Vegas wedding, I promise, you missed nothing.”
The gasp that came from her made me feel like Margaret was a southern belle and was used to making remarks when she saw such scandalous behavior, as though it was her job.
“That won’t do.” She shook her head not at me but at herself. “We’ll need to get something set up at the church here. Pastor Charles will be more than willing to redo your vows. He owes me a favor.”
She got up from the seat abruptly and started talking to herself as she made her way inside. “We’ll need flowers and some invitations. Oh! A dress! David! Clear my schedule for the weekend. I’m going to have to go into the city to pick up supplies!”
Margaret’s shouts could be heard as she made her way to her bedroom in the back of the house.
“Woman!” David’s only response to her caused me to go into a fit of giggles as a loud bang signaled the closing of their door and David’s soon shutting Margaret up. How, I didn’t want to know, I just knew for the rest of the night we wouldn’t be seeing them.
“Now you’ve sent her into a frenzy.” Greg came out onto the patio and took the seat next to me. He pulled the blanket over himself and moved me so that I was sitting in his lap. “But I’m glad we’re alone.”
Greg planted a kiss on me that I expected would be quick since we were at his parents, but it was the complete opposite. It consumed me. I hooked my arms around his neck and rubbed my hands over his head, loving the feeling of his new buzz. I moved to straddled him under the blanket, but Greg picked me up and turned me around so that I was sitting in his lap with my back to his front. My dress rode up as he pulled my thighs apart. Greg wrapped and arm around my waist to hoist my up further so that I felt his cock sitting against my ass.
“When did you whip that out?” I tried not to laugh at Greg’s enthusiasm, but I kept looking over my shoulder to Delilah and Jack cleaning up dinner while we sat outside.
“I’m a magician,” he whispered roughly in my ear. “Pull your panties to the side and get ready doll.”
I did as I was told and felt him enter me in one thrust. I tried not to jerk forward at the fast movement. I couldn’t have if I had wanted to. Greg held my torso close to his chest so that I couldn’t move at all. I didn’t have any control in this.
“So,” he nipped at my ear, “is that what you want? A new wedding? A new dress? Vows? Family?”
He had been listening to my conversation with his mother. The way he asked though made it seem like I had regretted the ceremony rather than the actual marriage, which wasn’t true. I didn’t need an over the top ceremony, I wanted the over the top declaration of love. There was a difference.
“Greg.” He thrust into me again. “It was never about the ceremony.”
“Hmm.” Greg hummed into my ear.
“I want the fairy tale. I do.” I reached down between us and placed my hand on the base of his cock to stop him. I turned my head around to look him in the eyes while I held him. “But what I wanted the most was for it to be genuine. I wanted everyone to see the love that is between us, not just keep it closed away like we have been.”
He moved his free hand down to where mine was holding onto his cock and tightened his grip on me.
“Is this not genuine?” He moved my hand up and down with his.
“That’s not what I mean, Greg. I want the rainbows-and-butterflies proposal. I want to be on display. I don’t want to be hidden in the back or to be some forgotten memory.”
“Don’t. Ever. Think. That.” His words were harsh as he pumped himself up and down with my hand at each word. I moaned at the feeling. “You are every memory. I’ll always remember.”
He latched his lips onto my neck. The sliding door behind us opened and Greg’s hands were off me immediately, but he didn’t pull out. He sat us both up straight and kept his cock inside of me as Delilah and Jack both took the seats across from us.
“We probably won’t be seeing mom and dad for the rest of the night.” Jack took a draw from the beer he was holding. “You two look cozy.”
He raised an eyebrow at me in question, but Greg answered for us.
“What, does our being together upset you, Jack?” Greg lifted me and changed the direction I was sitting on him so that my legs were draped over to the side of us and I was turned to the side, sitting in his lap. His cock had only come out for a second while he moved me and then righted himself back inside of me when he set me down again.
“Not at all.” He raised his bottle to us and took another swig.
“I quite like you two not bickering.” Delilah did a little giggle and then went back to texting on her phone. I changed the subject from Greg and me.
“Who are you talking to, Delilah?”
Her head shot up and she pulled her phone close to her chest, trying to hide what was on it. “What?” She looked back down at the screen, smiled, and then looked back up at me with an alarmed face. She hadn’t realized I could read every emotion on her face right now. “Nothing, just messaging someone I went to school with.”
She shot off another message and then tucked the phone into her pocket. I wasn’t sure if the guys could hear, but the phone kept buzzing in there and, with each buzz, the look on Delilah’s face became more and more red.
I felt a hand creep up my leg and I tried to push my thighs together, but Greg used his hand to hold them apart. His fingers made their way up my thigh to the base of his cock and collected the moisture that was growing between us. He used his fingers to play with my clit and Jack chose at that moment to decide to ask me a question.
“So, how’s this one been treating you?”
“What do you mean?” My voice was high pitched and I was clearly affected by Greg’s fingers. I cleared my voice and asked the question again. “What do you mean?”
There, my voice sounded normal now, but I didn’t know for how long. Greg’s fingers became more frantic. Luckily the blanket covering us was tented on my knees, so you couldn’t see any movement happening under the blanket.
“I hear everything from this guy,” Jack used his bottle to point to Greg. Greg stuck his tongue out at Jack. These two were like freaking children. “But I want to hear it from you this time. He has a way of bending the truth.”
“Oh, trust me, I know he does.” Greg pinched my clit at the comment and I bit down on my cheek to try not to release the moan that was on the tip of my lips. “He treats me perfectly, well, as perfectly as he can. We’ve had communication issues and misunderstandings, but it’s been a little on both our parts.”
Greg’s hand stopped and I looked back at him.
“No one’s perfect.” I placed a hand on Greg’s cheek and rubbed over his scruff. “The way Greg treats me, it makes me feel like we could be perfect, because the best kind of perfect is the imperfect. Because through each argument, missed text or phone call, any of it, we learn more about us and what we need to do to make this work. We are learning from our mistakes and that’s all I think I could have ever asked for when it comes to a relationship.”
Greg’s hand returned to its position and his fingers started to work me more into a frenzy. I took my eyes away from him and turned back to Jack, who had the biggest smile on his face.
“I approve of that answer.” He took the last swig from his bottle and popped up. “I think I’m going to turn in now.”
I watched him kick Delilah in the foot. She had caved and pulled out her phone again and was texting up a storm.
“What?!” Her question was loud. I had never seen Delilah yell at anyone. She looked up to Jack and her face changed instantly. Her features turned from stone to feathers and the apologies flooded out. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that. It’s just been a long day.”
She hunched forward, still holding the phone close to her chest.
“I’m headed to bed, you should be, too, little bear.” I couldn’t tell if I had seen it right, but she winced at the nickname that Jack and Greg always called her.
“Yeah,” Delilah stood up and waved goodbye to Greg and me. “Bed sounds good.”
She made her way in without waiting for Jack, who turned around to make one last comment before going inside.
“And the next time you two decide to do some hanky-panky with me in the room, I won’t be so forgiving.” I snickered as Jack walked into the house and, once the door shut behind him, I couldn’t control my laughter anymore. I smacked Greg on the chest but he just devoured my laugh with a kiss.
He lifted me up from his lap and stood up with me still in his arms. I moved to wrap my legs around his waist and sunk back down onto his cock. We made sure to wrap the blanket around us as Greg made way into the house. Only the kitchen light was left on and he made a beeline for the stairs.
With each step I was moved up and down on Greg’s cock and when we reached the top I let out the moan I had been keeping in. He moved us to the bed and slowly laid me down on my back, so that he wouldn’t have to pull out. We didn’t stop, we didn’t talk, Greg just shoved himself in and out of me and I took it. I almost let out another moan, but Greg caught me this time and wrapped his hand around my face, covering my mouth.
“You have to be quiet, doll.” He shoved his cock in, to the hilt and I let out a scream into his hand. “Clearly you can’t do that.”
He pulled all the way out and I reached for his shirt in protest of him leaving me, but he shoved right back in. My back arched off the bed and I let out another noise, grateful that Greg had kept his hand there to shut me up.
“Don’t worry.” Greg leaned down and started to rut me from on top, using his knees to spread my thighs wider. “I’ll keep you quiet.”
I moaned into his hand again.
“Is this the kind of imperfect you were talking about?” His question caught me off-guard, but he just kept thrusting and talking. “Me silencing you, but your wet pussy filling the room with the best kind of noise.”
My moan elongated this time and the heat that filled the little space between my mouth and his palm dampened.
“That’s right, doll.” He moved his free hand down and started to circle around my clit, but not touching it. I writhed in his hand, but he didn’t relent. “We’re the best kind of imperfect.”
I nodded my head yes, not able to answer with his hand still covering my mouth.
“We were made for each other.” His fingers brushed over my clit and I whined at the lost sensation that I was craving. “Do you want this?”
I shook my head yes again.
“Do you want me?”
He thrust into me and I felt him release inside of me and I wanted to chase his release with mine, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Answer me.” He took his hand off my mouth and looked down at me, waiting for my answer.
“Yes.” It came out as a whisper and Greg answered my silent prayer and used his other hand to play with my clit. I let out a soft moan of pleasure that he was giving into me, like I had given into him.
“Fuck.” His hand quickened like it had on the back patio. I let out another moan. “I love that sound so fucking much.”
“Greg.” I pushed myself into his hand wanting my release.
“God.” He put his head in my neck and pinched at my clit and continued to rub it into release. I felt the build coming. “I love it when you say my name even more.”
The tingles started at my toes and then filled my whole body as I shuddered in his arms, but Greg didn’t let his fingers stop their movements and his lips captured mine, silencing me once more. I felt sated as he lay on top of me and when I could finally move my arms I wrapped them around Greg and stroked his hair. I realized that in our haste, we hadn’t even removed our clothes. I laughed to myself, but the snore that came from Greg matched the worn-out feeling that hit me the second afterward. His hand was still on my pussy, but I didn’t mind.
This was us.
Lying fully clothed, having had an amazing fuck, and then passing out right afterward.
If that wasn’t perfectly imperfect, then I didn’t know what was.