The house was a mess, and so was I. It seemed like everywhere I looked I saw a disaster—boxes everywhere, their contents spilling onto the floor, toys under the hastily arranged sofa and books piled in careless stacks here and there. Then there was me—I hadn't wanted to move to begin with, and had complained bitterly to do so. My relationship had reached rock bottom with my baby's father, I wanted out.
The phone rang and I kicked at a pile of blankets with a scowl, my hatred of anything disorderly causing my rage to grow. "Hello?!" I snapped, hearing the venom in my own voice. Kevin paused, and when he answered, his voice was just as snippy, "Hello to you, too." A long silence wafted between us, resentment and disillusionment making the silence deepen and grow embarrassingly long. Finally, I sighed, "What's up?" I asked, somewhat more impatiently than I wanted it to sound, "I'm busy with the baby."
"Fine, I don't want to take up your time." Kevin snapped, hanging up on me. The phone was dead in my hand, and I glowered at it before tossing it on the floor. "Asshole." I mumbled. Kelly laughed and grabbed at my mouth and I laughed, kissing her on the forehead and putting her down in her walker. "Bad, Mama," I agreed, as she clapped her hands and laughed, "I'll watch my mouth."
The doorbell rang then, and I moved toward the door. We had only been in the house for four days, my parents had only seen the house the day before and no one else knew where we lived. Curiously, I opened the door and was greeted by one of the brightest smiles I've seen in a very long time.
"Hi, my name's Bryan." He said, thrusting his hand towards me and grinning. I could only stare at him stupidly, my mind reeling as my eyes traveled over his image unabashedly, taking in his sunny blondness, strong shoulders, and deep blue eyes. A strong and unfamiliar feeling swept through me and I stared at him, helpless as I felt a deep appreciation for his beauty and an earthier surge of pure lust begin to burn within me. Kelly began babbling and it was that sound that brought me to my senses as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Bryan's grin seemed to deepen and he tipped his chin, examining me with an almost expectant expression. My hand in his seemed to pulse and I jerked backwards when I realized he was still holding it. I crossed my arms over my milk-filled breasts, realizing that my nipples were hard and poking through the thin cotton of my t-shirt. His eyes had not missed that detail, I saw, and it seemed as though he were very amused.
"Oh my God," I mumbled to myself, and laughed shakily. "I'm so sorry, this heat," I offered as a means of explanation. His eyes seemed to laugh at me but he nodded, smiling that incredible smile. "Can I help you in some way?" I asked, feeling embarrassed and far younger than my twenty-seven years. Self-consciously, I pushed a strand of my long, tousled dark hair and smiled sheepishly.
"Well, actually, I was hoping I could help you." He returned, handing me a brochure. "I'm with ADT, we're going around your neighborhood offering our services..." He began talking earnestly, the good salesman to be sure, but the words ran together in my mind. Again I became lost in my admiration of him, and I marveled inwardly at my own reaction. In four years, I hadn't thought of anyone else but Kevin, and it had been a long time since anything had been right in that department with us.
I found myself fantasizing about him as he talked, and in my mind's eyes I stripped him of his clothes, imagining pressing my face into the curve of his shoulder, feeling my hands burn as I imagined running my fingers along those muscles before following their path with my mouth. My eyes traveled downward, taking in his lean hips and imagining them thrusting forward as he worked his way inside my long neglected pussy...
"..and if you like, I could put it in right now..."
The words cut into my fantasy and I blushed again, even as a lascivious smile crossed my lips. I tried to sweep it off my face quickly, but he was grinning back at me in that same, telling way. I shrugged, lifting my hands in a gesture of embarrassment and said, ruefully, "I'm sorry..."
