Chapter 4

He watched as she chewed the bit of roast beef that she had sliced off. She’d let it simmer in the slow cooker all day, and it was truly delicious.

“It’s good,” I said, smiling.

“Thank you,” she said. “Yes, I don’t think I overdid it this time.”

“You did not” I said. “You know today is kind of a special day.”

“Oh?” she said.

“Yes, it’s the 13th. One more month and a day exactly and we’ll be having name change day, yours,” I said. She smirked.

“Yes, indeed. Oh, and I almost forgot. Blake called today while you were out. He told me all of the preparations are a go. It was so nice of him to take over that part of things,” she said.

“Yes, I know. I think he’s going to be coming over tomorrow too, to talk about things with us. Probably after lunch,” I said.

“Lunch? After lunch?” she said. “I was planning to shop tomorrow afternoon.”

“You shopped today. What, you didn’t have a list?” I said.

“Yes, I had a list, but there is always stuff one forgets to put on the list. Never mind, I’ll just go earlier and be back in time for the sit down,” she said.

“Good,” I said. “Honey girl, I have an idea.”

“Oh?” she said.

“Yes, well, it’s January right enough, but I think it’s kinda warm. How about you?” I said.

“Huh? Well, it’s not actually cold,” she said. I was smiling. She seemed to be getting what I was getting at.

“Well, I mean I don’t think we need to be wearing all those heavy winter night clothes, do you?” I said. “I mean tonight.”

“Why Mister Willis, I do believe that you are trying to proposition this girl,” she said, and giggled.

“Is that what I’m doing?” I said, I could feel myself blushing. No more was said right then. We finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen, and headed down the hall to our rooms, well my room. On the way she stopped and stepped into the bathroom and got a small towel. I waited by the bedroom door.

“I might need this, I mean in case I make a mess,” she said. I knew that virgins bled a little when their hymen broke. Still, she was clearly more aware of things than I was.

She walked over to my bed and turned to look at me. “We’ve waited a long time for this Mister. You sure you want to break the rule?”

“I have never been surer of anything,” I said. “But, since neither of us have ever done it before. I mean if I seem a little, something, kinda forgive my ignorance, okay?” I said.

“Of course, and me too,” she said. I nodded.

“Of course,” I said, echoing her.

Ava Gardner swallowed. Her man, even at his age of 21, didn’t know diddly about sex, but she did. Would he notice? Would he realize that she was by no means a virgin? She knew what she’d had to do; the towel would be the prop for her little deception. If it worked, she would be out of the woods, and all would be good. If not, she really would be fucked, and not in a good way.

We undressed slowly, shyly, but we were finally naked and staring at each other. I got down on my knees in front of her. I leaned in to kiss her secret place. I began licking her, then sucking on her, then, burying my face in her. She pushed me gently away. She turned.

She went to the bed and lay spread wide and open to me.

“You are so incredible, so very damn incredible,” I said, staring at her womanliness.

“Well, if I’m so incredible,” she said, giggling, “then get busy and screw me.”

I leaned in to do that which I had dreamed of forever. I fingered her for a moment or two; then, pressed my dick as deep inside of her as I could. She seemed loose, which was both a good thing and bad thing. Good because entry was easy, bad because I knew she might not be able to get off from my efforts; I didn’t know much about making love but I knew that much. Still, nothing was going to stop me now. Buried in her, I began seesawing back and forth. I Lasted maybe three or four minutes before I erupted inside of her painting the walls of her vagina white.

Pulling out, I began aggressively kissing her and feeling her up, and a few minutes later I was hard again, and I took her for a second time. I think I whispered that I loved her at least fifty times while I screwed her. She said nothing, just closed her eyes and let me do her. Finally, I came again though this time it took longer. Her eyes opened as I shrank from her.

She got up, grabbed the towel, which she had lain under her when she’d mounted the bed, and covered her vagina with it. “Now, I know what you can do, I will need to train you some, but you do have potential.” she said, as she headed for the bathroom. Not wanting to be argumentative at this moment of moments in my life, I kept my mouth shut.

Well, at least there wasn’t any blood on the sheet, that was something; I thought as I waited for her.

She was in the bathroom for some time. I heard the water running. Maybe ten minutes later she came out smiling. She plopped down against me and cuddled. We were no longer virgins. I felt—liberated.

“You okay?” I said.

“Yes, a tiny bit sore, but good, very good,” she said. I was betting that I felt better than she did.

She was at her wits end. She was supposed to meet the bad guy at noon, and that no matter what. She had to make it clear to him that their liaisons in particular but also the cocaine thing were truly things of the past and never to be repeated. Julian was at work, even though it was Sunday: some special deal his boss had asked him to help out with; Westside Rock and Sand was after all a “we never close” enterprise.

Dante Rodriguez had never actually been violent with her, but she well knew that he could be. He’d talked the talk more than once about how those who bucked him usually didn’t do well; actually, he said that they never did; yes, he could be scary. Though not actually worried per se, she would be taking her husband’s gun with her for protection; it was small, but it was a gun. Maybe she would show it to him to get him to understand that she meant business. Yes, maybe that, she thought.