Chapter Three

Oliver and I quickly became almost inseparable. We spent just about every night together and when he asked us to be exclusive, I readily agreed.

“You’re good with it? It’s not too soon?”

Smiling, I said, “No, I’m very good.”

He relaxed at my words. “Good, because the thought of you with another man doesn’t go over too well with me. And besides, I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

That made me super happy. I didn’t want him hopping in bed with anyone else, either. Sheridan had our house to herself most of the time. Hopefully, she was enjoying the peace and quiet.

Oliver and I did almost everything together and shared a lot of intimate details about each other. I even told him that I’d never been in love before.

“Never?”

“Never. I’ve dated a lot, but no one ever affected me enough to say the words. It was never there. What about you?”

He laughed. “Once. When I was ten. I was in love with Deanna Johnson. She sat in front of me in the fourth grade. I used the play with her black curls. Until her mom send a note to school asking the teacher to get me to stop. My desk was moved to a different row. That ended our relationship.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “What—did you just play with her hair all day?”

“Well, sort of. It was right there where I could touch it and she was perfect. I thought she liked it. Apparently she didn’t.” He made a goofy face and I laughed again.

“You were a nerd.”

“Oh, yeah. My mom had to give me the talk about when to touch girls and when not to touch them. After that, I noticed how the girls laughed at me. That’s when I figured out I was really a geek.”

“Aw. Well I think you’re perfect.”

About a month later, he told me he had to go to some family thing. I figured waiting he’d invite me, but I was wrong. I was more than a little disappointed since we spent so much time together, were so close, and I’d met all the people he hung out with. I just assumed meeting his family would be next. If mine lived near town, he would’ve met them already. It hurt my feelings, but if he noticed, he didn’t mention it. So I went back to the house I shared with Sheridan.

“No Oliver today?” she asked.

“He’s visiting his parents. They live an hour away. Do you think it’s weird he didn’t invite me?”

She didn’t answer.

“You can be honest. My feelings are hurt. You know if Mom and Dad lived that close, I would’ve taken him there for Sunday dinner already.”

“True. It is sort of odd, but maybe his parents are strange.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Guys are different than women when it comes to this stuff.”

She was probably right.

Oliver called later and I acted as if nothing was wrong.

“How was your family?”

“Oh, they’re great. I miss you. Wanna come over?”

“Ordinarily, I would say yes. But I’m going to spend some time with Sheridan. Tomorrow though, okay?”

Sheridan and I ended up going to the movies and ran into that sexy dad. He was there with his daughter. And was he ever fine, in a completely different way than Oliver, and he stared at Sheridan for days. I thought he had more than a passing interest as his kid’s teacher, but I kept my mouth shut. She’d never believe me anyway.

When I told her how hot he was, she told me he was pretty much an ass, but the kid was over the top all kinds of cute rolled up in sweet.

“I could just eat her alive. She is the greatest thing ever and it’s so hard not to play favorites in class,” she said.

Later that night, he texted Sheridan and offered to help her get her car fixed. Her car was about ten years old and she’d been having issues with it. Apparently he knew someone who could help.

“Seems to me, Mr. Ass is turning into Mr. Nice and has some interest in you.”

“He doesn’t. He just wants to look good for his kid.”

“Yeah. Go on and fool yourself, but you can’t fool me, Sheridan Monroe.”

“Just because you have a sexy computer geek for a boyfriend who is nice to you doesn’t mean every guy is like that.”

“Did I say anything about that? And that reminds me. Oliver and his roommate are throwing a Halloween party and I keep forgetting to invite you.”

She pointed to her crutches and boot. Sheridan broke her foot a while back and has to use those things for a while. “Uh, I appreciate the offer, but I’ll only go if I’m done with those. Being at a party on crutches would not be my idea of having fun.”

“Okay, but if your doctor gives you the go ahead, you’ll come then?”

She shrugged. I felt terrible for her because she’d been so down in the dumps lately. The broken foot really threw her. Then she had car trouble. Her financial situation was awful to begin with. She didn’t need any added bills. I kept hoping things would turn around for my girl.

The following weekend was Halloween and Oliver’s party was that night. I was almost ready in my Raggedy Ann costume and asked Sheridan for a once over.

“What’s Oliver dressing as?”

“Raggedy Andy,” I said.

“Oh, no he isn’t.”

“It was his idea.” I almost died when he suggested it, but he was so stupid cute I didn’t know what to say. Then he pulled out the nipple clamps and told me if I didn’t say yes, I would be in big trouble. But I was in big trouble anyway. He stripped off my shirt and bra, put the clamps on, and fucked me as only a computer nerd could. Byte by byte. And I mean with teeth. My ass was all marked up. Still is. He says he has another surprise for me tonight. I can’t even imagine. Turned me into a huge nipple clamp fan too.

When I got to his house, he opened the door and I cracked up. His version of raggedy Andy was different than mine. His clothes were hot, torn and ragged. He did wear a yarn wig and put dots on his face, but that’s where it ended. Everything else was totally manly. There I stood in my ridiculous little ruffled dress, red and white stockings, and red yarn wig.

“Nice, McDaniels. Very nice. Come with me.”

“Am I the first one here?”

“Well, yeah. No one else will be here for another hour or more.”

“Oh.”

He took my hand and we went up to his room.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Hmm, is Andy gonna get Ann a little dirty?”

“Damn right he is.”

He disappeared for a minute and came back with something in his hand. Then he held it out and I stared at it.

“What’s that?” It was a little purple thing with a jewel on one end and an odd shape at the other.

“An itty bitty butt plug. Just for you.”

“That’s a butt plug? It’s so fancy. And little. You’re going to plug my butt?”

He chuckled. “That and other things.”

“I’d always thought those things were a lot bigger than that.”

“They come in all different sizes.”

“My, you’re a wealth of knowledge.”

“Michelle, my scrumptious little gumdrop, there is a wealth of information on this thing known as the world wide web.” Then he nibbled my neck, which, of course, led to a heated kiss.

“So, what are you going to do with that butt plug?” I asked.

“Mmm. I thought I’d stick it in your ear.” His face, with all the black freckles he’d painted on, was so comical I broke out in a loud snort.

“My ear, huh. Won’t I look sort of silly?”

“Yeah, especially when people ask you why you have a butt plug sticking out of there.” Then my strong boyfriend lifted me up and I wrapped my red and white striped legs around his waist. “Gumdrop, I thought I might put it in your ass and you could wear it to the party.”

Gumdrop?

I nearly choked. “What? You are joking, right?”

“Actually, I’m not. Your ass filled with that tiny thing gives me a fucking boner just thinking about it.”

“Oliver, there is no way in fucking hell will I wear it to the party. How will I sit?”

A devilish glint in was in eyes. “I was thinking you’d be standing most of the night.”

He was crazy. “You’re whacked.”

“Yeah, I am. Over you.”

“That’s great. But you can be crazy about me without me wearing a butt plug at the party. Holy crap, Oliver.”

He only laughed at me. “It would be so much fun to watch you squirm with every step.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you wear it?”

“That’s not a good idea at all.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because it would take the fun out of me being able to watch you. That was the whole idea behind it. The thing is, when you’re aroused, it’s like … well honestly, it’s indescribable.”

“I don’t want to be aroused all night. That would be torture.”

“How about we put it in later on?”

“Oliver, you’ve lost your mind.”

“I’ve already admitted that. I’m crazy for you, babe. What can I say?”

I scratched my head under the hot yarn wig. Ugh. Was he saying he’s like really crazy for me as in love with me? He hadn’t said those exact words so I didn’t know. And I wouldn’t ever second-guess that.

“I’m making no promises as far as wearing a butt plug. Playing with it is one thing. But wearing it … whole other ball game there.” And I was firm on that.

“Okay. I’ll find some other way to get you all hot and bothered, my dirty little Ann.” Then he kissed me again.

Honestly, I just wanted to tell him to stand there and look innocent wearing his sexy glasses. That’s enough to soak my panties in a heartbeat.

We headed back downstairs and not much later the guests trickled in. Zack’s date came and she was dressed as a white walker from The Game of Thrones. Her make-up was amazing. I could never be that creative. Zack was dressed as Jon Snow, so that worked well. There were tons of zombies, which was no surprise, a few vampires, cheerleaders, football players, a SWAT team member, a HAZMAT guy, and too many others to name.

Most of the people who were invited were friends of Zack and Oliver’s either through work or their neighbors. Their neighborhood, much like the one I lived in, was filled with young professionals, just out of college or not too many years past that, and Oliver and Zack seemed to have blended right in. I mingled with as many people as I could, eager to meet and chat with them. The truth was I’d never had a problem meeting guys. Keeping them was another issue. Yeah, I’m spoiled and probably slightly selfish. So this time around, because I really liked Oliver, I was putting in that extra effort. And because of that, it was the first time I noticed it—the fact he may be hiding something from me.

“So why didn’t you invite any of your family?” I asked.

“Huh?” he stared at me blankly.

“Your brother or sister? You told me y’all were close. I would’ve thought they’d be here.”

He rocked back on his heels and slowly nodded. “Oh, that. They both had other parties to go to. Hey, let’s go out back. There’s a fire in the pit and I need another beverage.” He took my hand and pulled me along behind him. No question about it, he changed the topic on me. But why? There was definitely some issue with his family he didn’t want me to know. Tonight wasn’t the time to talk about it, so I let it slide.

When we got outside, a group of people were hanging out by the fire. They were talking up a storm, but when we got there, the talk quieted down.

“I know you all are yapping about computer junk. Go on, don’t let me stop you,” I said.

One of them, a blonde, says, “No, I’m glad for the interruption. We talk this stuff all day. I’m sick of it.”

“Then I’m glad I could be of help.” I held up my cup and we did a fake toast.

“I’m Tara. I work with Oliver.”

“Nice to meet you. You must be a fan of the Walking Dead.” She was dressed as a zombie so it was hard to see what she looked like.

“Who isn’t?” she asked.

I raised my hand up and wiggled my fingers.

“No way. How can you not be?”

I explained why I didn’t like the show and how it had to do with all the plot holes. “I think it would’ve been so easy for them to fix it and since they didn’t, I had to give it up. If you’ve ever lived at ground zero during and after a hurricane, and then go without power or water for a week, you understand that some of the things they did weren’t possible.”

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. “I guess you do have a good reason for it. But I’m so invested now I’ll keep going until the end.”

“Oh, you should. It’s with any show. Once you love it, you’re hooked.”

Oliver moved in between us and said, “Hey, enough about you two. Let’s talk about me.”

“Oh, brother,” Tara said. Then she wandered off and talked to another zombie.

“You wanna go inside and dance?” Oliver asked.

“Why not?”

The music was playing and they pushed back all the furniture to make room for dancing in the living room. A slow song came on so Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy took the floor. We swayed and twirled and I adored every minute in his arms. He pulled out his phone and we took a ton of selfies too.

Later that night, after everyone was gone and it was just the two of us, alone in his room, he told me I was the sexiest one at the party.

“Oh, I don’t know. I saw a few hot zombies, one very hot Daenerys Targaryen, and even a sexy Princess Leia including the giant honey buns in her hair.”

“Yeah, but they didn’t compare to my yarn-haired beauty.”

He said it so sincerely I found myself believing him and falling for him even more. I touched his face and kissed him.

The top of my dress was elasticized so all he had to do was pull it down and slide the thing off. That left me in my bra and those ridiculous red and white striped tights. A giggle leaked out of me and I asked, “Now do you think I’m sexy?”

“Totally. I love these, Gumdrop.”

“Hey, where did this Gumdrop come from?”

“That red wig reminded me of candy.”

“Hmm. I would’ve thought you’d come up with something more romantic.”

“How about this? Put that sexy mouth of yours back on mine. I want to kiss you while I pull these little things off you.”

That’s exactly what he did and I took care of his pants too. Good thing he went commando, my nerdy guy.

“I didn’t know geeks went commando,” I said.

“I didn’t either.” He started to kiss me again, but I put my hand on his chest and stopped him.

“Oliver. Can I just say you were the sexiest guy at the party? By far.” I ran a finger over his bottom lip and rolled it down a little. “I think you’re … I’m very attracted to you.”

His mouth crash landed on mine and stole away my breath. I was so surprised I barely noticed that he backed me against the wall. His expert fingers found my sex and discovered I was already wet for him.

“I love your silkiness. So wet. I can’t wait to take you and make you mine.” His voice sent a ripple of shivers down my spine as he slowly slid a long finger inside me. “I could touch you for days and not get tired of it.”

My breathing ramped up, and so did his movements. He pulled me over to the side of the bed and knelt between my legs. His finger was soon replaced by his mouth where he tongued my pussy and I watched in fascination. Large sky-blue eyes looked into my own as he continued to suck on my clit and finger me, while his thumbs spread me wide for him. And I could not pull my eyes away. It was so delicious seeing him do these things to me. My blood raced, my heart pounded, and I wanted as much of this as he was willing to give. My fingers pinched and tweaked my nipples to soothe their ache. And all too soon, my climax roared into me, those familiar spasms overtaking me as I called out his name.

“Don’t move. I want you just as you are.”

He stood and took his heavy cock in hand for a few seconds as he stared at me, then he wrapped himself in a condom, and drove all the way inside of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. But it wasn’t enough. I fell back and he grabbed my ankles, placing them both on one shoulder. The friction was tight and amazing.

“Ahh,” he groaned. His hips rocked into me, and suddenly I had the urge to try that butt plug. So I suggested it. His only response was, “Later.” Soon, I was lost in the rhythm he produced, the fullness of him inside of me, the sensation of it all. He pressed on my clit again as he pumped into me, hard and strong, and I met each of his thrusts gladly. My nipples were rocks, screaming for attention. So I complied by pinching them, but one of his hands brushed one of mine away and took over. It eased the ache and soon my muscles were clamping down on him in an epic climax. He ground his cock to the hilt into me and when he moaned deep in his throat, I knew he was getting off too. I felt him throbbing inside me, as my muscles spasmed around him. When it passed, he pulled out and went to the bathroom.

I curled on my side, exhausted and sleepy. He picked me up and pulled the covers over us.

“Time for bed, sleepy head,” he said.

“Yeah. Can’t keep my eyes open.”

The last thing I remembered was him kissing my neck softly and telling me how gorgeous I was. Not a bad way to drift asleep.