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Living with Aunt

Mom Lover

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Living With Her

Main Characters and Their Roles

  1. Gabriel "Gabe" Carter
  1. Tina Reynolds
  1. Dee Carter
  1. Jimmy Carter
  1. Unnamed Ex-Girlfriend
  1. Frannie Reynolds

Professional Terms Used in the Story

Chapter 1

My father had repeatedly told me as I was growing up, to be careful of the decisions and subsequent actions you make in life. Because there is no fate, no destiny. Nothing is preordained. Our lives are the sum of our decisions and actions. Nothing more, nothing less. As a teen, that was just more blah blah blah  from my old man. I would nod my head and say, "Yes sir," in the hope he'd wrap up the philosophy lesson so I could get on with whatever he'd interrupted when he decided we needed to talk.

As I got older, my father seemed to get a lot smarter, as one after another, his dad-isms came back to haunt me.

I was never going to be the college type. I hated school and was generally bored to tears. I put forth minimal effort in school, but even so, managed to graduate with a 3.2 GPA. My folks were happy, but Dad always knew I had it in me to do better, if only I'd try.

"Gabe, if you'd only study for an hour a night, you could bump those up to straight A's and then the colleges would come looking for you!" was his frequent mantra.

The one time I saw real pride in his eyes was when I announced I was entering the Coast Guard. My grandfather had been a Coast Guard enlisted man and my dad had tried to enter as well but had been deemed medically ineligible due to a range-of-motion loss in his right shoulder. From a surfing accident when he was my age. One of his own decisions and actions, he'd point out to me, which changed his life.

I entered the Coast Guard two years after high school. Certain things change when you become reliably employed. I was stationed in Portsmouth, Virginia at the time. I'd just finished my culinary specialist school and was working at the base dining facility. I was promoted to petty officer third class, got a pay bump, and then the credit offers came rolling in. And then ... I met a girl. An insidious combination of circumstances, I am here to tell you.

Two years later, I was ready to transfer to my next duty station. I was also single and deep  in debt. How deep? Well, let's just say that it made the Coast Guard more than a little concerned. I stopped home in Jacksonville on my way to my next unit in Port Canaveral, Florida. I really needed to talk to my folks.

"No Jimmy. I won't  call her." My mom's voice was highly agitated. My dad sighed. I was listening to them from my room upstairs. The kitchen was at the bottom of the stairs and my room was at the top. Well, it wasn't really my room anymore, it was the guest bedroom now. All my stuff was boxed and stowed in the garage.

"She's a stripper for Christ's sake," Mom exclaimed.

Dad cleared his throat. "Dee, please listen. She lives just a few miles from that base. The Coast Guard will pay Gabe a monthly stipend to live off base. If he could live with her, for a few hundred a month, he could pocket the rest and pay off his debt that much faster." His voice was pleading. "And you know as well as I do, she only did that for a little while after her first divorce. Your mother told us so."

"No Jimmy, you don't know her the way I do, what she di..." Mom cut her statement short. "Tina is not to be trusted!"

I think my dad realized he wasn't going to get anywhere with this. "Okay, babe. Okay. It was just an idea."

The problem was that it was a really good  idea.

Tina is my mom's older sister, by three years. To call them estranged is the understatement of the century. I do not know the whys and wherefores of it, but when there is a family reunion or party, my mother won't get within twenty feet of her. It's been that way my whole life.

The last time I saw Aunt Tina was when my cousin Frannie and I graduated high school. There was a big party. Tina was very attractive, medium height like my mother, but curvier. Bigger in the bust and the hips. Apparently fond of high heels. I could definitely imagine her shaking her ass on a stage, but I don't seem to recall her as flirty or brazen.

After such a party, Mom would always rant all the way home about everything about Aunt Tina. Her slutty make-up, her shoes, her clothes, the way she walked, how she liked to touch everyone. It would go on and on until my mild-mannered dad would finally lose his temper and tell her to shut the hell up about it. Mom would get quiet and wouldn't mention her again until the next party.

Before I left, for the sake of family peace, I told them I would live in the barracks on base. By far the least expensive alternative. But by then I'd already peeked into my grandmother's phone. I had Aunt Tina's phone number and what my mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

My Aunt Tina walked into the diner a few minutes late. I'd called her that morning and asked to see her. She looked nervous. She was dressed in a knee-length, floral-patterned halter dress and wedge sandals. I rose and gave her a hug as she approached the table.

"You look very nice," I said honestly.

Tina looked around as if expecting to be ambushed. "I'm guessing your mother doesn't know you called me," she said wryly.

I shook my head. "No. I wouldn't have bothered you, but I'm in a tough spot. I got your number from Grandma's phone."

Tina relaxed in her seat. She looked up and our eyes met. Her hair was dark brown, wavy, and hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were light brown with flecks of gold and her makeup was light and perfect. Her lips were full and shone with lip gloss. I had some very un-nephew-like thoughts at that moment. She was very  attractive. My mother is too I suppose, but in a different way. My mother is pretty . Like Julie Andrews. But Aunt Tina is more ... sultry, like Lauren Bacall. I bet the boys were lined up around the block, back in the day and probably still are.

"So, you've gotten yourself in some money trouble, huh?" she asked softly. I nodded and then filled her in on the whole sordid tale. Our food was ordered and served before I was done. Tina didn't take long to think about it.

"Okay, you can use the guest room. Kick in for food and utilities, clean up after yourself, do your share of the chores, and we're square."

I was surprised. "No rent?"

She shook her head. "The house is paid for. How umm ... how long do you think you'll be staying?"

I tapped my fork nervously on the plate. "I think about ... a year." Tina blinked hard. "But ... I'm stationed on a cutter and we'll be deployed more than half that time. When we're at home port, we work Monday through Friday and I'll have overnight duty every three or four days, so you won't see me every day."

She looked into my eyes again and then dropped her gaze to examine my upper body. She smiled. "It might be nice having a man in the house again."

I wasn't sure of what to make of the look on her face. She looked me in the eye and grinned. "The girl that got you into this mess ..."

I mhmm'd around a mouthful of food and her smile got mischievous. "Was the sex worth it?"

Thinking back, I grinned back at her. "Yeah, it was."

Chapter 2

I called my dad the day before I moved in, while he was at work and told him what I'd done. He was sort of relieved and pissed at the same time. "Boy, don't ever  let your mother find out. You gotta make Tina swear to keep the secret. Or your ass is so much grass."

"We've already come to that agreement. She doesn't want to cause any more problems with Mom. Dad, can you tell me what the hell there is between them?"

I heard Dad clear his throat. "I'm sorry Gabe, I'm not certain I know the whole story myself. It's something about a boy in high school. That's all I got."

I was walking up the front walk of Tina's modest home just as she was leaving for work on Friday. I'd had overnight duty the day before and had taken a day of leave to give myself a three-day weekend before my next duty day on Monday. I had my seabag over my shoulder.

"Oh, there you are. Good timing, I'm just heading to work." She fumbled in her purse and pulled out a key. "My room is on the right past the garage door and the guest room is off to the left, past the kitchen." She motioned with her head as she talked. "The other bedroom is my knock-around room but you're welcome to use it as well."

I nodded. She looked me in the eye. "How old are you now, Gabe?" she said seriously.

"I ... I'll be twenty-three next month, Aunt Tina."

She smiled but it had a hard edge to it. "Twenty-three, that's a good age." She shouldered her bag and fished her keys out. "You're an adult, so I don't need to tell you what a breach of my trust it would be if you were to be snooping around in my bedroom, do I?"

The thought had never occurred to me. "Of course not," I said confidently.

Her smile softened and she reached up and caressed my cheek. "That's good. Go get settled in. Will I see you tonight?" She seemed to notice her hand on my face and her expression fell and she pulled her hand back hurriedly.

I shrugged. "I have no plans."

She turned for the driveway. "Okay, maybe we'll get some DoorDash and get to know each other. I'm afraid I don't keep much food in the house. I don't really cook much. See ya!"

I smiled and waved. She was wearing a very business-like skirt and blouse with sensible heels. She made it look good. She turned back to me at the edge of the walk. "One last thing Gabe. We don't really know each other as nephew and aunt. I didn't get to watch you grow up and I wasn't there to be an aunt to you, so the title seems kind of disingenuous. So how about you just call me, Tina?

I moved my meager belongings into Tina's guest room in about twenty minutes. My clothes and uniforms, laptop, shoe-polish kit, and a clothes iron. The room was furnished with a full-sized bed, side table, a small desk and chair, and an old sitting chair in the corner. The closet had one of those organizers that basically takes the place of a dresser while still providing room for hanging clothes.

The house itself was a 1990s vintage single-story ranch, which she had gotten in her first divorce in lieu of alimony. Three bedrooms, two baths. I set my toiletry bag on the sink and dropped my bathing needs in the shower caddy that hung from the shower head.

I peeked into her knock-around room and found it to be a reading and hobby room. It featured a nice, overstuffed reclining chair with a hanging light and a well-appointed bookcase that took up most of one wall.

On the other side was a set of shelves that held various threads, yarns, and other tools needed for needlepoint. I was a little surprised, but I really shouldn't have been as my mother does needlepoint as well, taught by my grandmother. Several large, completed pieces covered that wall, but they were vastly more intricate than the stuff my mother does. It was very impressive.

I moved to the kitchen and found myself very disappointed. She had the absolute bare minimum for a person to live by themselves. A four-piece dish set, the same amount of cutlery, and the smallest set of pots and pans known to man. The frying pan was the most used piece in the kitchen. Appliances were limited to a blender, a well-used coffee maker, and a microwave. There was next to nothing in the refrigerator or pantry. There were a few frozen meals in the freezer.

I looked around and spoke out loud to myself. "Nope. This will not  do at all."

I heard Tina's key in the lock around six. I heard her heels on the tile at the door and her keys jingle as she set them on the end table next to the door. Then it got quiet.

She turned the corner and peered into the kitchen where I was working. She looked at the food I was preparing on the counter and the pots going on the stove, with a look of total amazement. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the smells of the roasting pork loin. I reached over and turned down the temperature in the oven. She looked at me with her eyes wide. "What in the heck is going on in here?" she asked excitedly.

I cleared my throat and wiped my hands on the dish towel. "Dinner." I grinned. "I'm sorry, but I really don't do take-out."

"But how ..." she started but faltered.

Chuckling, I replied. "I didn't tell you what my job is in the Coast Guard?"

She shook her head briskly. "I figured it was something ... technical."

I stepped over to stir my sauce on the stove. "I'm a cook," I said with a grin.

Chapter 3

Tina wiped her mouth with a napkin and pushed her chair back. "Damn, that was good." She sighed and put her hands on her stomach in the universal sign of having eaten too much. "I've been in this house for twelve years and have never had someone make me dinner."

I looked down at my plate and slid my chair back. I couldn't help but think of what a shame it was that someone had never done that for her, but I kept it to myself.

"Well, the fridge and the pantry are full. I took the liberty of buying a few small appliances and a set of cooking knives that I will need." We both stood and she walked over to the fridge.

"Holy Hannah and her sisters! Are those vegetables? And fruit?" She closed the fridge and opened the pantry. "Wow! Spices!" She grinned at me. "In my house. Who'd have thunk it?"

We both laughed.

We sat in the living room, and I walked in with two wine glasses and a bottle of a very decent Lambrusco.

She held both glasses as I poured. "Wow. A bottle of wine. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me," she smiled slyly.

I laughed. "Nope, I'd be better dressed if I was in seduction mode."

Tina laughed merrily and handed me my glass and was about to take a sip when I raised mine in a toast. "To you, Aunt Tina, for helping me when I really need it. Thank you very much."

She smiled sweetly and raised her glass. "You are very welcome." We both sipped our wine. The sweet berry flavors added a taste of dessert to the evening.

She lowered her glass with a pleased look on her face. "Although too much of that good cooking and I'll be moving up some dress sizes. I'm gonna have to step up my workouts at the gym."

I saw her look my body up and down with a slight smile. I'm of medium height and build, with brown hair and eyes. I didn't date the prom queen, but I've never had a problem getting a date.

"Looks like the Coast Guard keeps you in shape. Is it hard being a cook? To stay in shape, I mean."

I laughed. "Not yet." I knocked on the wooden coffee table. "Ask me again in ten years."

Our evening stopped short of a second glass of Lambrusco. When I offered, she rose and sat on the edge of the couch next to me. "No thank you. I think I'm going to grab a shower and hit the sack. But thank you so much for tonight. It means a lot to me." She stood up and took a few steps. "As I said, we hardly know each other, but you seem like a really decent guy, Gabe. I'm glad you're here." Then she smiled and walked into her room and shut the door quietly.

Around ten on Saturday, we ran into one another at the coffee pot. Her eyes flew open wide, and she flinched when she saw me.

"Ho jeez, Gabe, you startled me. I totally forgot you were here. I guess there's going to be an adjustment period, isn't there?" Tina said with a big exhale.

I smiled widely at her and looked down at her body. "Yes, very clearly there is." Tina was wearing a short cotton nightgown that was probably not supposed to be sheer but after years of washing, it had become so.

She looked down and noticed the same thing I was enjoying. I could clearly see the outline of her full breasts and the darker skin of her areola. To her credit she didn't act embarrassed, she just frowned deeply and turned around, and headed back toward her bedroom. I could see the outline of the panties she was wearing, and I admired her shapely legs. "Pour me a cup, will you?" she asked loudly with a slight edge to her voice.

She returned a couple of minutes later dressed for the gym in jogging shorts and a halter top over a sports bra. I handed her a mug of coffee. She met my eyes. "I'm ah ... sorry about that."

I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. "Don't be. I quite enjoyed it."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "That's not something a nephew usually says to his aunt."

I turned and headed down the hall to my room. "You said it yourself. We don't really know each other that way. Do we?"

I was being quite serious at that moment. Because of the separation between us my whole life, it was impossible to see her as anything other than what she was, a very beautiful and shapely older woman. I could already see that being around her was going to be very distracting.

I spent that weekend learning the area. Port Canaveral is on the east coast of Florida and a stone's throw from Cocoa Beach, which has some of the best beaches and surfing anywhere on the east or gulf coasts.

Monday morning Tina and I met at the coffee pot again. I was wearing my tropical dress blue uniform as I knew I had an early quarterdeck watch that morning. The tropical uniform is a light blue, short sleeve dress shirt with ribbons, name tag, and rank insignias. A pair of dark blue dress trousers and black shoes with a high shine.

Tina smiled when she saw me. She was wearing a conservative skirt and blouse and was carrying her shoes. "Now that I could get used to." She said as she reached up and adjusted my name tag. "A handsome man in a uniform." Our eyes met and we held that gaze perhaps a trifle too long.

"You look terrific yourself. I'm sure you get lawyers handing you their numbers every day."

After Tina's first divorce, she took a stenographer's course and has been working full-time at the local county courthouse ever since. She makes a very decent salary. She has the added skill of being fluent in Spanish which makes her indispensable in Florida. With the house paid off, she's doing pretty well, even in this lousy economy.

She frowned. "Occasionally. But I throw them away. You know what they say about mixing work and pleasure, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, the Coast Guard has some pretty strict rules on that as well. Fooling around with shipmates is a quick way to become a civilian again."

She looked down at the floor. "It's a lesson you only need to learn once."

Chapter 4

That week I took Tina down to the base on her lunch break and got her registered as a dependent. This gave her base privileges and access to the base exchange here and the nearby Air Force Base. There are very few secrets on a small base. Coast Guard Station Port Canaveral has two large cutters and one small one, with a few additional land-based support units. As military bases go, it's pretty tiny. Maybe six or seven hundred people in the whole place. It didn't take too long for it to get back to my ship, that I was seen with an attractive older woman.

I'll admit, I loved the attention I got. I was inundated with questions from my shipmates, in the days following. I told them nothing. I just smiled and said that my social life was no one's business but my own. That only served to fan the flames of rumor even higher because my answer sort of precluded the possibility that Tina was a relative. Suddenly I was the new guy, living with a local cougar. After a few days, I told Tina about it at supper.

"That's very bad of you." She said with a mischievous smile.

I nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

She waved it away. After a few minutes of eating. she swallowed and looked at me. "So, your friends think I'm a cougar?" she asked quietly.

I looked at her, quite surprised. "I umm ... well yeah, I guess they do." Tina didn't say anything.

The next night I got home to find the front door open, with the screen door closed. Through the screen, I could hear Tina's raised voice. I stopped and listened. In a few seconds, I deduced that she was arguing with someone on the phone, and she was upset. Apparently, something about that person being married and not telling her. I turned and went back to the car until I stopped hearing her voice.

Afterward, I walked in, and she was standing in the dining room just looking at the phone in her hand. She frowned when she saw me. "The lousy thing about these cell phones is that you don't get the emotional release of slamming the phone down when you hang up on the bastard." She sighed heavily. "I miss that. If I do that now, I'm out a thousand bucks." Our eyes met. "How much of that did you hear?"

I told her the truth. "I heard enough to make sure you were alone and safe and then I went to my car to wait. I caught a bit of it. Bad date?"

She nodded glumly. She didn't expound upon the situation, and I didn't ask. I figured if she wanted to talk about it, she would.

When I started cooking her mood improved. A few days prior, I had purchased a charcoal grill. I began preparing some nice ribeyes. I seasoned the steaks before I took them out to the coals.

I looked at Tina and asked what had been on my mind for two weeks. "Tina. Would you please tell me why my mother ...?"

She finished my question with a raised eyebrow. "Hates my guts?"

I nodded. Tina was quiet for a long time, but she didn't leave. She even followed me outside to the grill. She leaned against the above-ground hot tub under the pergola.

Tina cleared her throat. "I umm ... I screwed her ... senior prom date, on the night of the prom." The shock was evident on my face. She looked down at the patio deck and continued. "Mom says I hated Deanna from the moment she was born because I stopped being the center of attention. And there probably is something to that. I was always jealous of her. She was better at everything. Dancing, school, sports."

Tina scuffed her shoe against a protruding nail in the deck. "The only thing I was better at, was getting boys." She looked me in the eye, with a forlorn look. 'I was a bit um ... promiscuous back then."

She paused for a few seconds and then continued. "For whatever reason, she had told her date to pick her up very  early. She made him wait for an hour and a half while she got ready. Even Mom and Dad got bored and went swimming in our pool." She shrugged and looked at me. "I made sure he had a good time."

I flipped the steak on the grill, to get a good sear on both sides. "Well, that explains a lot," I said.

She walked up to me and looked me in the eye. "I'd give anything to take it back. It was an evil thing to do. I wish I could tell her how sorry I am."

The tears in her eyes made me believe her.

In the next few weeks, we got to know each other well. After the first revelation, she felt comfortable spilling others, especially after a bottle of wine. She told me about her marriages and how she had ruined them both with her constant need for male attention. A serial cheater she called herself. It wasn't until after the second divorce that she sought out professional help.

"I'm a recovering slut," she said one night, with a giggle. "It makes dating kind of hard. Because my go-to is to fuck their brains out after the first date." She shrugged. "From experience, only the creeps want a second date after that."

"It's also getting harder as I've gotten older," she continued. "I'm forty-eight and most guys my age are someone else's cast-offs just like I am. Or a married guy looking for some strange."

She sighed. "I'm lonely. But I made this bed. I guess I have to lie in it now."

I exhaled. I stood and walked over to her and sat down next to her on the couch. I kissed her on the cheek and pulled her into an embrace. She came willingly and pushed her face into my chest and breathed deeply. I held her for a long while and stroked her dark hair. She cried a little. "It's okay. You've got me," I whispered. And I meant it.

A few days later, I deployed with my cutter. Tina met me at the door as I was walking out with my seabag. She hugged me tightly. "Be safe," she whispered in my ear. Then she reached around my neck, pulled my face down to hers, and kissed me. It wasn't a peck on the cheek, and it wasn't a chaste little kiss on my lips. It was a kiss . A kiss that I thought about constantly for the next six weeks.

Chapter 5

I walked down the pier to meet Gabe as his ship pulled in around 4 p.m. The pier was full of wives, girlfriends, and children. Guardsmen in orange floatation vests were there to handle the big mooring ropes. Everyone in uniform seemed to move with trained purpose. The big white ship slid into its spot smoothly and I could see most of the crew gathered on the flat spot on the deck, where the helicopter lands, I think. There were lots of smiles and waving, children calling to their mommies and daddies. I'll admit it was emotional to watch. I could see on the faces of the wives that there were going to be some babies made that night.

After the ropes were tight, we were allowed to walk down the pier where the gangway was being put over.

I've always been able to judge how good I looked by the faces of the women around me. If I was getting dirty looks, I must be looking good. I wore a tight blue pencil dress and a pair of matching heels that showed off my legs. The reactions from the moms in their mom-clothes made me feel good. I felt like a duchess moving among her vassals.

I'd waited about fifteen minutes when I spotted Gabe on the ship's deck. He had his bag with him, and he stopped and was looking over the reuniting families with a happy smile. When he saw me , his eyes got wide, and his mouth dropped open. I smiled and gave him a little wave.

He picked up his bag and rushed to the back of the boat. A shiver ran down my spine. I couldn't wait to see him. I'd been thinking about him constantly since he left. It had been so many years since I'd had a crush. But I was nursing one now. A big one.

With all the assembled families on the pier, he couldn't run but it was clear he wanted to. His eyes never left me.

"What are you ..." he began when he stepped up to me. I didn't let him finish. I stepped up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. I kissed him like I had wanted to for six fucking weeks. At first, his body got stiff with surprise, but when I showed no sign of pulling away, he relaxed, took me in his arms, and kissed me back with enthusiasm. In my heels, we were eye to eye.

The feeling of his body against mine was amazing. His arms tightened around me, and I moaned into his mouth. He broke this kiss and our eyes met. "I'm so glad you came." My reply was another kiss just as fervent as the first. I'm sure we were making a spectacle of ourselves, but I just didn't care.

"Hey, you two, get a room!" a male voice said next to us. We stopped and looked to my right to find three young men standing around us smiling. The tall handsome Latino man about the same age as Gabe continued. "So, this is the mystery woman we've heard nothing  about. Are you going to introduce us Gabe or do we have to do it ourselves?" He motioned to his two companions. On the end was a young blonde man, looking fresh out of high school with a big nervous smile. In the middle was a thick, muscular fellow in his mid-twenties with brown hair and green eyes that was looking at me like I was a T-bone steak.

Gabe cleared his throat and pulled back from me. "Oh yeah. Tina this is Ollie," he motioned to the young blonde. "And Trent and Javier."

I gave them a big smile. "It's nice to meet you guys, I'm Tina, Gabe's lady-friend. I'd say girlfriend but that sounds so high school, doesn't it?" I could tell that Gabe was trying his best not to let his surprise show on his face. I looked at him. "Do you need anything else from the ship, honey?"

Gabe started and looked for the bag he'd dropped when I kissed him. "Umm... nope. Got everything."

I grinned and looked back at his friends, who were openly admiring me. "Well, it was nice to meet you guys, maybe we can have you out to the house for a barbeque soon." His friends all nodded eagerly. "Well, I've gotta get this stud home." I looked at Gabe and his eyes met mine. "He's got serious chores to take care of."

Trent's eyes were wide. "Yeah, real nice to meet you ... Tina. We'll catch you later Gabe." At that, I hooked my arm under Gabe's and turned us down the pier. I could feel the eyes on us as we walked. To my surprise, he didn't say a word the whole way to my car.

When we got there, he turned to me and said seriously. "You didn't need to act like that for me. I was just having a bit of fun with my friends before."

I slid my arms around his back and pushed my body against his. I looked him in the eyes and kissed him lovingly. I was incredibly turned on. I broke the kiss and stepped back a little. "Did that feel like an act?"

Gabe was nearly breathless. "No. Umm ... no, it didn't."

I cupped his cheek. "Such a smart boy. Do I need to drive you to your car?"

When we arrived home, I let us into the house. I dropped my keys and purse on the coffee table and turned to Gabe. "I should be angry at you." Gabe's expression was immediately defensive. "The whole time we walked to my car you didn't say anything about how great I look." I looked at him with a slight pout.

Gabe stammered as his eyes roamed over my body. The way he looked at me gave me chills. It was the look of a man who wants a woman. "Oh, Tina ... you look ... gorgeous."

I smiled seductively at him. "Yes, more of that, but later. Come with me." I took his bag from him and dropped it on the floor before taking his hand and leading him into his room. I looked back at him. "Boots off, please."

I think that was the point where everything became crystal clear to Gabe. Where he understood where this was leading. I watched his face for any sign of apprehension. He untied and removed his boots without taking his eyes off me.

He straightened and I began unbuttoning his dark blue uniform shirt. His hands settled gently on my waist. "What are we doing, Tina?" he whispered. His face was a mixture of desire and anxiety.

I continued down the buttons. "What I've been dreaming about every night since you kissed me at the door." His face screwed up into a look of confusion. "But I didn't ... you ... you kissed me."

I am who I am. And I am not above lying to get what I want. If that makes me a bad person, then so fucking be it. "No. I reached up to fix your collar, and then you were kissing me." I finished the buttons and kissed him as I peeled his shirt down off his shoulders. "But I liked it, Gabe. I liked it a whole lot."

I waited. The next move had to be his. He was going to be the man I wanted, the man I needed , or he wasn't. I didn't have to wait long. In an eyeblink, he pulled me in and crushed my body to his. I felt his strong hands wrapped around me. When he kissed me ... it was like the feeling of the heat on a hundred-degree day all over my body. I kissed him back with wild abandon. I felt his hands slide up my back and find the zipper of my dress and begin to pull it down. "Yes, Gabe. Yes," I encouraged him.

As my dress slid to the floor, I felt his eyes on my body. I knelt and began trying to figure out that silly belt buckle. I felt him untuck and pull off his shirt and undershirt. Just before he tried to do it himself, I figured out the buckle and I took his pants and boxers down in one motion. His cock was hard, red and it stood out at my face. I wanted to take it in my mouth very badly, but I knew this had to be consummated before he had the chance to think about it too much. I'd never been in this situation before, but if there's one thing I know, it's men and their penchant for overthinking.

I stood and pushed him gently down onto the bed. He sat and then scooted back, shaking his feet from his trousers. I peeled his socks in a flash and then stood to unfasten my bra. His face became a mask of desire as my breasts fell free of the lace. My breasts had some sag to them, the downside of being naturally blessed with a decent rack, but I'd had no complaints. If Gabe's expression said anything, I wasn't liable to get any now either. I slid my panties down and his eyes tracked my hands.

Once they were off, I grinned at him and tossed my panties onto his lap. He had no compunctions whatsoever about taking them to his mouth and breathing deep. I could see his cock twitch and a spot of pre-cum appeared on the end of his cock, and I had to fight my nature once again.

I crawled up on the bed and leaned over him. I kissed him fiercely as I felt his hands come up and cup my breasts. I could feel his hands shaking.

I looked him in the eyes. "Do you want me?" I asked seductively. I had dreamed of this moment. Planned it out in my mind, playing it over in my head as I worked my dildo inside my slippery pussy, night after night.

His hands slid up into my hair and held my head. "Since you first walked into the diner. You're so fucking sexy."

"Show me," I whispered.

Chapter 6

Gabe rolled onto his side and his hand guided me over to his left. I knew what he wanted and went onto my back happily. He rolled onto his knees and looked down at me, with the most intense hunger I've ever seen. I have a body count that I will take with me to my grave, but I've never been looked at like this. There was no doubt, no apprehension. Just desire.

 

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