Hanna
I was working in the office of O'Neill Recycling, printing checks for Patrick to sign, watching as the laser printer whirred, dropping the five checks into the output tray. He didn't need a lot of help, but he pretended he did to give me something to do. I pulled the checks out of the printer, paperclipped them together, and placed them face down on the corner of the desk where he knew to look for them.
Almost three months ago, after spending a couple of days with Rand, Garrett and I left Bayport for Prineville. I'd spent the next two months living at home with Mom and Dad, looking for work, and missing Rand. I spoke with him on the phone every night, and saw him five weekends out of the seven, but it wasn't enough. Each time we saw each other, he asked me to come to Bayport, and each time he asked, it was harder to say no.
Every job I applied for that I could survive on seemed to slip though my fingers, and I was becoming increasingly desperate. I'd secured a part-time, minimum wage, job dipping ice cream at the Dairy King, the same place I'd worked in high school, but Garrett and I couldn't live on that meager income, and I continued to look for a permanent position.
Prineville wasn't as big as Bayport, so three weeks ago, I'd quit my ice cream scooping job, packed up my few meager belongings, bundled Garrett into my car, and returned to Bayport, taking Rand up on his offer and hoping for better luck. Mom and Dad had tried desperately to talk me out of going, afraid I was making the same mistake a second time, but I knew I wasn't... and I'd been right.
Garrett and I were staying in Rand's tiny trailer, and though it was crowded, with Garrett sleeping on the couch's fold out bed, I was happier than I'd been in years... maybe happier than I'd ever been in my life with the exception of Garrett's birth.
Because Garrett went to bed so early, Rand and I had to retire to the back of the trailer early ourselves. I didn't mind. I smiled, sorting through the mail while remembering the orgasms that man had given me, placing the magazines and junk mail into one pile and the stuff I needed to deal with in another.
It was incredibly sexy moaning into each other's mouths as we struggled to remain quiet enough to not wake Garrett while we positively wrecked each other with pleasure. I was coming more and more often without him having to directly simulate my button, and that made our love making even more exciting and pleasurable. I didn't know why, or how I was changing, but I was. Maybe I was able to come more easily now because I knew I could, because he never failed to provide me with a heaping measure of pleasure, or because I trusted him like no man before him. Maybe it was some combination of all three. Whatever the reason, or reasons, I didn't care, and I looked forward to his touch every night.
My personal best was five orgasms. During our second night, the last night we spent together before I returned home to Prineville, he'd taken me slowly, lovingly, until I'd shattered in a brain melting orgasm unlike anything I'd experienced before. Despite the power of my rapture, it hadn't been enough, not nearly enough, my looming departure causing me to crave his touch. After I'd recovered, we'd fucked hard and fast, grunting and sweating as we destroyed the bed and each other, fucking in every conceivable position as Rand gave me two more world ending orgasms before he crashed into his own climax. Moaning into my mouth as we kissed deeply, our skin glowing with sweat, holding me tight to his chest while shuddering and bucking under me as he filled me with his essence, was perhaps the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced.
I'd gone to sleep almost instantly after that, his hard cock still inside me. I'd woken in the middle of the night, still in his arms, though not still laying on his chest with his cock still inside me. That was slightly disappointing, the thought of fucking him awake deliciously wicked. I hadn't been able to fuck him awake, but I had kissed him awake, and after another round of slow and tender love making, our mutual climax within seconds of each other incredibly satisfying, we'd returned to the darkness of sleep in a comfortable spoon, his chest in my back and his knees tucked behind mine as he held me.
The next morning, as he showered, I'd checked on Garrett. Because Carl was so uncaring and loud, Garrett had learned to sleep though nearly anything, and I took advantage of that by joining Rand in his tiny shower. The stall was so tight we barely fit, but that only made the experience more intense. With my back pressed tightly to one wall, his back wedged against the opposite, he'd fucked me as I'd never been fucked before... or since. With the shower being so small, he couldn't even pull all the way out unless we worked together, and I hadn't been willing to cooperate, forcing him to finish me in a single mad sprint of passion. I thought we were going to knock a hole in the wall as I clung to him, our soft wails and cries of pleasure echoing in the tiny room as until we quivered and strained against each other in orgasmic fire.
I'd come so hard I'd have fallen had we not been wedged so tight. I'd clung to him, our chests heaving, as I sagged, straightened, and then sagged again as I was crippled by pleasure. Once my legs started working again, he'd stepped out of the shower, let me quickly wash myself clean, and then showered himself.
I smiled to myself with the memory, remembering how the hot water had run out as I showered, and how we'd laughed ourselves to tears as his cold shower took the starch out of his manhood.
I was staring out of the window again, daydreaming. I did that a lot lately, and I forced my attention back to my task, pulling checks out of envelopes for entry into computer. I knew our relationship wouldn't last if it was based solely on sex, but I wasn't worried about that. Until we were ready for more, I wasn't going to complain about having the best sex of my life night after night.
I smiled as I swiveled to the computer and began entering the checks into the accounting software. It might be too soon to think about forever, but that didn't mean I wasn't falling for Mr. Randall Alexander Tauper.
"Hanna Paige Tauper," I murmured for the first time, trying the name on for size.
I kind of like the way that sounds.
Rand was a good man, a very good man. He treated Garrett better than Carl ever did, almost like he was his own son. He engaged with him, seemingly enjoying spending time and doing things with him. One afternoon, Rand had put Garrett in his lap and let him drive the loader around the yard. When Garrett was done, I'd never seen my son so excited, so happy, about anything. Getting to drive the loader was all he could talk about for the next two hours, and the joy and excitement in his voice had almost made me cry. Rather than acting like Garrett was a bother, Rand let Garrett help him take cars apart, even though I knew it slowed his work tremendously. Two nights ago, I'd had to hide in our bedroom until I could dry my tears when I saw Garrett sitting in Rand's lap as they read a book about the construction of Brunelleschi's Dome in Florence.
Carl always wanted to be the center of attention, where Garrett was quieter and more bookish. He and Rand were meshing, their personalities similar, and Garrett was beginning to open up in a way I'd never seen before. Even my Dad hadn't been able to bond with him like it appeared Rand was doing.
I was still smiling with memories, filling out the deposit slip for the checks, when my personal phone rang. I picked it up and accepted the call.
"This is Hanna."
"Ms. Ellerbe?"
"Yes."
"This is George Simmons, with Simmons Building Supply. How are you this afternoon?"
I suddenly felt hot. "I'm doing well," I said, hoping Mr. Simmons didn't notice the slight tremor in my voice.
Not long after I'd arrive in Bayport, I'd interviews with SBS for an opening. Though Rand and Patrick both denied having anything to do with it, I suspected they had a hand in getting me the interview. I'd dressed in my one interview suit and done my best.
I thought the interview had gone well, but I'd thought that before only to be disappointed when the job went to someone else. In the past two weeks I'd interviewed several places, looking for something, anything, to help me get on my feet, but of all the places I'd interviewed, I wanted the SBS job the most. The pay and benefits were a little better than when I'd worked at Safeway, but the hours were much better, seven to four, Monday through Friday, with no nights or weekends.
My hopes had risen even more when three days ago I'd been asked to stop by SBS, fill out a form for a background check, and then I had to go pee in a cup. I'd been fretting ever since that my brush with the law was going to come back and bite me in the ass, and I silently prayed that wasn't the reason for the call.
"That's good. The reason I'm calling is... I'd like to offer you our Delivery Coordinator position... if you're still interested."
"Yes! Very interested!" I said, struggling to contain my excitement.
"Can you start Monday?"
"I'd love too!"
"Excellent. We'll get all the paperwork filled out then put you right to work."
It took almost superhuman effort to not giggle. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Thank you, Ms. Ellerbe. See you Monday at seven."
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome, and I'm looking forward to working with you."
