Chapter 3: We’ve Got a Lot of Work to Do

“It’s ours” Brad said, and he picked me up and carried me across the threshold and our buddies all whistled and then they started unloading the back of the truck and Eddie’s van and Mikey’s old F350 and that was about it, didn’t take long.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do on this place” I said after the guy’s had moved everything in and that didn’t take long because we really didn’t have that much and what we did have was kind of used or passed on or it’d been given to us by friends and by friends of friends. And none of that mattered, because we had our own house and we owned it, or at least, the bank owned it, but it was ours and we were together and okay, it was old and it needed a lotta work but it was ours.

“Who cares,” Brad said. “It’s ours, we’ll do it but there’s something else I want to do first and we both need a shower.” He grinned and I knew exactly what he was thinking and he didn’t wait for an answer. He picked me up and carried me into our bathroom and it was only us in our house so he didn’t shut the door behind us and I smiled, watching his fingers as he unbuttoned the old shirt I’d been wearing for moving and peeled it off me.

My shirt, and then my bra and I was breathing a lot faster as he unzipped my jeans and knelt on the floor to work them down so that I could step out of them, and my socks followed and then my panties and I was just alive with excitement as he reached in and turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature.

“In you get, Jenny,” he said, and he was watching me and peeling his own clothes off as I stepped into the shower and under the beautifully hot water and it wasn’t a huge shower but it was big enough for two and I turned towards him, enjoying that expression on his face as the water flowed over me and my hands lather soap everywhere.

“Like me to wash your hair, Jenny?” His voice was so gentle as he slipped in with me and he had my shampoo in his hands.

“Yes, I’d like that,” I just about purred, closing my eyes as he massaged shampoo into my hair, massaged my head, his fingers working my scalp gently, draining away all then tension and stress and I was already feeling so much more alive as I bent forward to rinse my hair.

“Again?” he asked.

“Please,” I said, smiling as he shampooed my hair a second time and I knew I shouldn’t because shampoo was so expensive but his fingers were so tender and I loved it when he did that. I loved it when he dried me and carried me out to our bedroom and lowered me to the bed as well and then he lifted me and turned me and I was kneeling for him, on my hands and knees and he was behind me, one of his hands cupped one boob and his arousal brushed me. Found me and his hold on me tightened.

“Ohhhhhh,” I breathed, his cock nudging me, both his hands cupping my boobs now and I eased myself back onto him, sliding myself onto his cock, shuddering and moaning with the sheer exquisite pleasure of having him inside me.

“Jenny,” he breathed, fervent with his love. “Jenny, I love you” and I shuddered as his cock slid inwards where I opened for him.

“I love you, Jenny,” his voice was so gentle in the night.

“Brad,” I moaned. “Brad, I love you. I love you,” pushing myself backwards, pushing myself on to him, further and further onto him, feeling him slide up inside me as I pushed back. I was so wet, so dripping wet, I could feel that wetness on my inner thighs now as I jerked on his cock, moving myself, reveling in how wet I was for him. How ready for him.

“Do me,” I moaned. “Do me now, don’t tease me.”

His hands moved to my hips, my butt and I lowered my head, arched my back, pushed my butt higher. Pushed myself back onto him and he always felt so big like this, big and long and hard and everything that I’d ever wanted as his hands gripped my hips and pulled me back hard onto him. I loved that feeling, knowing that he wanted me so much, feeling him inside me, so hard, filling me so full. All of his cock in me, all the way.

“Uuuuggghhhhh.” All of him and he was pressed up hard against me and now he was moving inside me, slowly, fucking me thoroughly. Long slow deep slides, the sensations from those strokes rippling through my body from my head to my toes. Big. So big. So good. I began to push back against him, meeting his strokes, pushing myself back onto those long slow thrusts, taking him deeper still. Taking him all the way up inside me.

“I love you, Jenny,” he said, his voice coming from above and behind me.

Yes ... yes ... I love you, Brad.” My own labored breathing loud in my ears, the wet noises my sex, his grunts of pleasure louder still, the slapping impact of his body against mine.

“Huughgggh ... nnughhh ... ooohhh ... nnnaaghhhh ... oooaaahhh.” His cock worked its way deliciously up inside me again and again. I wanted to scream and moan and beat my hands on the mattress. I wanted to collapse forwards and just lie there as he took me and rode me, hearing my moans and sobs and little cries as he made love to me.

Now Brad was fucking me harder, pushing me forward, my legs spread wider, resting my weight on my forearms as he thrust hard into me. One of his hands left my hip, moved under me, cupped one boob, captured one nipple, squeezed it, tugged at it as his other hand moved under me, touching me where we joined, finding my clitoris.

“Ooohhhh ... Ohhh Brad...” I cried out now, forgetting everything except Brad’s cock pumping into me so relentlessly. Making me his the way he always did. Completely his. His forever and my eyes were open now, wide open, staring blindly down at the mattress as he drove himself into me harder, harder still and I reveled in his taking, crying out wordlessly again and again until his relentless thrusts released the pressure that had been building and building inside me.

“Uhhh ... uuhhh ... uhhhhh.” I cried out again, sobbing groans that echoed the rolling waves of pleasure that his pounding cock released within me. Waves of pleasure that washed through my entire body, a release so intense that the world seemed to spin and crash around me.

When it was over, when the world steadied, Brad was still fucking me with those deep hard strokes that felt so good, thrusting, thrusting into me, deep, hard, his groans of pleasure echoing through me. I was totally possessed, totally taken, totally Brad’s.

“Jenny ... Jenny ... I’m going to ... I have to ... Jenny I love you ... I love you.”

His fingers dug into my hips, pulled me back hard as he thrust deep, his groans of pleasure filling the night as his cum spurted out inside me, those hot jets of semen bursting out inside me, filling me. Filling my soul with such an intense happiness that nothing else mattered as I sagged down onto the bed, Brad half collapsing over me, panting, his cock sliding out of me, his cum flowing down my inner thighs.

“God, I love you so much, Jenny,” he breathed, much later and that look on his face as he looked down into my eyes, I knew he did and I looked back.

“Don’t ever leave me, Brad,” I whispered. “I couldn’t bear life without you, I love you so much.”

“I’ll always love you,” he said, kissing my nose, my lips, burying his face in my ear as I clung to him. “Always and forever, Jenny Wong.”

“I’m gonna cook some fried rice and chicken,” I said, much later, showered again and dressed now because it was getting colder and we couldn’t afford to turn the heat on until it got down to freezing, sitting on his lap and resting my head on his shoulder, and I’d rather have ordered takeout but that woulda cost money we didn’t have and at least I knew where the wok was and the rice steamer was on the bench and then there was this knock on the door.

“Who’s that?” I asked. “We don’t know anyone here.”

Brad lifted me off his lap and picked up his 1911 and headed for the front door and there was another knock and I had my 1911 out as well when Brad opened the door and this huge bearded guy was standing there, big as Brad.

“Hey, I’m Rick,” the big old bear of a guy said. Gestured with his thumb. “Live a coupla doors down, we saw you two moving in. Figured you’d be busy unpacking so mama send me over to ask ‘ya both over for dinner. Come and meet some of the neighbors.”

So we did and they were real friendly and everything and they didn’t give a damn that I was Chinese or anything and most of them were like Brad, they’d been in the Army or the Marines or the Navy and they’d been in the ‘Stan or some other shithole and by midnight Haymaker was wound up real loud and they were teaching me the words because I’d never heard of them before because they sure weren’t k-pop and I was singing away with them, sitting on Brad’s lap with one of his arms around me and sharing that bottle of Budweiser he was drinking from...

<center> We’re the first to fight, We’re the first to die

And the last to find the bloody reason why

Again and again since I don’t know when