I had been about to kiss her. But I was sure she would reject me, and rightfully so. I didn’t want to make things even more awkward then they already were. So, I got out of the car and went to open the door for her.
“You’ll definitely find out more once I figure some more things out,” I reassured her once I opened the door for her, my eyes glued on her the whole time. I didn’t want to let her leave. But I also didn’t feel as if I had the right to make her stay. I was paying her to be my fake wife. Not paying her for her time or affection.
She got out the car, her hips moving around against the fiber of her baby blue silk dress. My cock wanted me to lift it up and peruse the rest of her body just to see how much she’d matured.
“Your dress is beautiful, by the way. It looks perfect on you.”
Wendy bent down, cleavage and all showing. “Thanks,” she said, before noticing she was giving me a good view of her breasts. “Oops, sorry. Giving you quite a show, huh?” she stammered, standing up with her hand over her cleavage. I laughed and somehow my eyes settled on someone watching us.
I couldn’t make out their features too much. But they were staring our way. Since it was pretty dark out, I tried peering better into their direction, and stuck my neck out trying to make out who they might be.
“Something wrong, Sam?” Wendy asked me, as I hobbled slightly on my cane.
“Take my arm; I’ll walk you to your door,” I said, holding my arm out. She looked at me cautiously and then must have decided it wouldn’t hurt. “I don’t know if there are any bad guys lurking around here.”
She laughed, but then looked a bit concerned when she realized I was serious.
“Hmm, sure. You know, I can fight too.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
Her apartment building was part of four buildings and it was quite dated.
“There aren’t any elevators…” Wendy pointed out, holding onto me.
“That’s fine. I can climb up some stairs. Don’t let the cane fool you,” I chuckled, flashing a smile at her. I glanced behind her to make sure no one was following us, but the coast was clear.
A dainty floral scent passed by me again. It was Wendy’s scent, and it had me spun around in circles.
When we got to her floor and turned around the corner, I saw a man hanging out of the door, smoking a cigarette with a white robe on. I lowered my eyes and stopped.
“Oh, it’s okay, that’s my Dad,” Wendy said, pulling me down the hall. “Hey, Dad!”
He was staring at us and puffed on his cigarette. He squinted his eyes and recognized my face.
“Is that… Sam?” he said, coughing on the end.
“Yes, hello, Mr. Monroe,” I greeted, holding my hand out.
He noticed my limp and cane as well. That was the main thing people noticed about me when they saw me. I was beginning to wonder if it’d ever change.
He gave me a good shake, holding the cigarette firmly tucked between his lips. He had a little stubble going on. A man in a robe looking like this only cued one thing; depression. I’d know, I went through the same phase.
“How’re you doing, Mr. Monroe?” he asked, a weak smile on his face.
“I’m doing okay, got into an accident, but I’m still recovering.”
He nodded his head and took another drag from his cigarette. “Good.”
He didn’t look too happy to see me around, but, from the way that Wendy and I ended, I couldn’t say I blamed him.
“Well, goodnight, Wendy,” I said, kissing her hand.
Her father shifted uncomfortably. Uh oh, I should cool it. After all, that was still his daughter.
“Goodnight,” she whispered.
Nodding my head towards Mr. Monroe, I limped back down the hall to my car.
Once I was close enough to see them, I noticed there were deep scratches above my back tire. I got back into my car and power housed out of there. It wasn’t the first time I had gunned my car, but it was the only time that it had been because I really had to.
I had no idea who had done that to my car. But I figured it had to be that man who was staring at us weirdly. There was no way Wendy could keep living there for the duration of our agreement. But now wasn’t the time to bring that up.
***
Fuck, why did it have to be her?
Now back at home, I sighed to myself as I looked down the hard on I had, which was way beyond normal. I could’ve won a sword fight and cut a diamond with it. I seemed to have no choice but to start stroking it while I thought about Wendy. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to her.
As my hand moved up and down my wide shaft, I thought about Wendy’s cleavage and her perfectly plump ass. She always had a way of making my cock stand up and pay attention, but she looked even more beautiful now, somehow. I thought about taking off her clothes so I could take in the majestic beauty that was her body. My mind lingered on the way I wanted to bend her over and take her from behind.
I’d plunge my cock into her wet, eager pussy while she moaned my name. Just thinking about it while playing with myself was enough to make me cum. I groaned her name, “Wendy,” as I did so, almost involuntarily. And then I looked down at the ropes of cum covering my cock, which only the mere thought of her had caused to erupt.
Reaching for a napkin I cleaned myself up and watched as my swollen cock began to rest and soften back down. One more thought of her and it’d swell hard again.
My phone rang. I hurried as fast as I could walk— which wasn’t fast— to wash my hands before picking it up. This time it wasn’t a number I recognized. Not many people had my number.
Taking a risk, I answered. “Hello, who’s calling?”
“Mr. Reign? This is Mr. Gallock,” the man said on the other end, a slight giddiness in his voice.
“Mr. Gallock, a pleasure hearing from you!” I said, perking up. Benson must’ve slid him my number. After all the things he’d done lately, it wouldn’t come as a surprise.
“Yes, indeed. I was just calling to say I’m happy to be working alongside a strapping young man as he creates his family. Nothing like seeing God’s intentions lived out into their fullest potential!” he praised. “This is exactly what God has called us to do. Go forth and multiply, and increase God’s glory on all the Earth.”
Fuck— now I felt how dire this situation was. He was really into this religious stuff and this family stuff. Wendy was really going to have to play the part. I was hoping that wouldn’t be too hard…
“Of course,” I told him, trying not to gulp too loudly. “My fiancé, Wendy can’t wait to meet you.”
“Oh, so that’s her name? Wonderful! Benson said she had a lovely name, but kept it a secret. He must have been wanting to let you do the honors. What a good friend!”
And a devious, slick, sly one as well.
“Yes. Yes, he is. Was there something I could do for you, Mr. Gallock?” I asked, tucking my cock back into my boxers, something I had neglected to do in my haste to answer the phone. Not to mention that it had still been too damn big to fit comfortably back in there. But hearing him go on about having a family was enough to deflate it. I wasn’t the family type. My sister Willow was very happily reproducing enough to carry on our family genes. I was a business man, focused on money. And I had never found anyone worth caring about since… well, since Wendy.
“No, no, nothing at all for now. Just wanted to touch base with you and say hello before my official arrival. I’ll let you go now. It is night time and after your day of hard work at your business, I bet you’re famished.”
“Very!” I agreed. “Enjoy your night, Mr. Gallock.”
I was overworked and tired but it was more from beating off while thinking about Wendy than any other kind of hard work. Of course, he didn’t need to know that, though.
“I will! You too, young lad!”
We hung up and I found myself imitating his cocky accent. ‘Young lad.’ Where did he grow up? A country club?
I climbed off my bed and groaned when I saw the jacuzzi. My first hot bath had been interrupted because of Benson’s foolishness. Maybe now I could get a good soak in and relax. After all, I had a lot to look forward too.
Wendy was about to become my wife. Sure, it was only a fake arrangement, for business reasons and money was going to be exchanged. But even though she was free to leave afterwards, I knew I wasn’t going to let that happen…
She was here now.
And she was mine.
And I wasn’t ever going to let that change again.