After college Ursula waited for Stephen, checking her watch every couple of seconds. She didn't expect him to spend every moment of the day waiting for her. The least he could have done was be on time. She saw a couple of the other students coming towards her. They were not the nicest of students. They were a couple of girls with slim figures and perfect looks. She envied them with their easy ability to be themselves in their own skin. Sometimes she wished she was smaller or thinner. She couldn't change the woman she was obviously meant to be.
"What are you doing?" Claire asked as they neared.
"I'm just waiting for someone. My boyfriend actually." She pulled her bag up on her shoulder.
Come on, Stephen.
"Sweety, you can't call that slob a boyfriend."
"I'm not talking about him."
They gave her a disbelieving look. She noticed they
sat on the wall a couple of feet away. Ten minutes later Stephen pulled up. Instead of being angry with him for being later she walked to him as he got out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her.
"Please, kiss me like you can't wait to get into my pants. Please." He gave her a funny look. "I'll make it up to you."
He swung her up into his arms slamming his lips on hers in the process. In no time at all she was totally devoted to the kiss, with her friends at the back of her mind. He sank his fingers into her hair combing out the locks from the ponytail she wore.
She settled down. "Wow," she said.
"Wave to your friends for the full effect."
Ursula did as he asked, then followed him to her side
of the car. He helped her in. She saw the other students
watching her until they drove away.
"Do you want to tell me what the display was for?" he
asked.
"They drive me crazy. Paul made it worse when he
turned up one day begging for money. It was awful, and I haven't been able to live it down. Thank you."
"You did say you'd make it up to me," he said.
"I know. I've got chicken in your fridge. I'll tempt your taste buds unlike anything else." She laughed when he sent her a funny look. "I promised to make it up to you. I didn't say how I'd repay you."
He chuckled. When they got home Stephen went to answer the phone while she started on dinner. She couldn't believe how fast their relationship had escalated in the last twenty-four hours. The undercurrent of sexual tension had always been there from the very moment they met, but she had never thought they would act on it. He came up behind her while she was cooking, his hands circling her waist as he nuzzled her neck. "I've got to go out after dinner," he said.
"Where to?" Her eyes closed as he cupped one of her breasts. He set her blood on fire with need. She wore a blouse, and he unbuttoned the top buttons. A moan escaped her as he teased her nipples once he pulled her bra out of the way.
"I could touch you all night long and never let you go. You're so soft." He kissed her neck then moved down to her shoulder. Her blouse went to the floor followed by her bra. She stood at the stove in nothing but the jeans she wore to college.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked.
"Making you mine." His free hand stroked her stomach, light strokes that left her panting for more. The small graze of his fingers on her skin was like a feather. She could feel his touch and wanted more. Why did Stephen always leave her wanting more? She felt on the verge of a great precipice with nothing to hold onto except the man in
front of her. He tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder. Stephen leaned 'round and claimed her lips.
She cupped his head, conscious of her naked breasts. "I need to make dinner," she said as she let go of his lips.
"I'll bring some Chinese food home." Stephen turned the dials on the stove until the sound of lighted gas could be heard no more. "I need you now."
Ursula didn't protest. There was no way she could. Her body was on fire, and the only way to extinguish the flame was by Stephen.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked, not expecting an answer.
He turned her to face him. She stared into his eyes, which looked almost black with his arousal. Ursula tore at his shirt. He pulled it off over his head. She raked her nails along his chest feeling the hard press of his muscles flex under her touch. He wrapped his arms around, reeling her in. She gasped as her naked breasts grazed his chest.
"You feel so good." Stephen lifted her up onto the counter, his fingers sinking into the length of her hair to control her actions. He kissed her. She moaned as he plunged his tongue through her lips. The action reminded her so much of his hard cock slamming inside her pussy.
"More," she said.
They worked the button of her jeans, pulled the denim fabric down to her knees. He moved her off the counter turning her around so her belly was pressed on top of the counter she had just sat on.
She heard the sound of his zipper going down. In the next instant his cock pressed against her pussy, thrusting up inside her to the hilt. Their groans echoed off the wall. He was so big pressing all of his cock deep into her heat. She wished she could see him. Her ass was sticking up in the air with his length in her pussy.
He cupped her hips, running his hands up either side of her to her shoulders. She felt his fingers grip her
shoulders as he pulled out then slammed back inside her. Ursula held onto the counter while her senses went into overload as he pounded her against the counter. She screamed as he released her shoulder and began to finger her clit. Pushing back against him, she tried to hold onto something.
"That's it. Give me your pleasure. Ride my fucking dick," he shouted. She cried out as he slapped her ass, the action so sudden that she paused in her response. The sting shocked her still. His fingers slid along her wet clit making her shove back against him. She needed to come. He held her hip as he pressed all of his hard length inside her. "I'm watching my cock sink into your pussy. You're wet, and your cum is all over my cock. I want to hear you scream, baby."
She didn't say a word. The pleasure was too intense for her to think a coherent thought. He knew how to drive her orgasm higher, making her last.
"Let me hear you scream," he said.
He pumped inside her until she screamed to the roof tops as her release slammed into her. He rode out her climax. She felt the pulse and heat of his seed when he growled his release into her. They collapsed on the counter, his hands on her hips in a bruising grip.
He kissed her neck down to her back, along her shoulders. "You're amazing."
"I can't believe we're doing this," she said.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I feel like we barely know each other."
She knew her doubts were her own problems. Not every couple out there began a relationship after years of dating.
"You've been working for me for a couple of months, and you know more about me than most."
"I work for you."
"Not any more. Don't over-complicate our situation." He pulled away from her. She couldn't help but blush when he grabbed a towel to press between her legs.
"I don't mean to over-complicate matters."He turned her around and kissed her.
"Do you want me?" he asked.
She nodded her head without hesitating.
"I want you every second of every minute of every
day. I don't need time for me to know that I want you. I know who you are. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman. I love being in your company. I want you, Ursula. Not just the sex. The sex is great, but I want you. All of you." He tipped her head back. She had no choice but to gaze at him.
Ursula knew she was falling for him. Stephen made her think about so many things all at once. Licking her lips, she glanced down at his lips before returning to stare into his hypnotic eyes. As silly as it sounded, she knew she was falling in love with him.
"I'll be back later with food. Rest, and I'll see you soon." He kissed her a last time, long and lingering. She heard the door then the car as he drove off.
Dressing quickly, she cleared away the small amount of food she'd prepared then went upstairs to begin unpacking her clothes. She opened the door to his closet, which looked like a spare bedroom that housed all of his clothes. Staring at his suits, she ran a hand over each item of clothing. He had spectacular taste in clothes. She loved seeing him in dashing suits.
Ursula hung each item of clothing on the spare hangers. Her clothing looked cheap compared to his. She shook her head on the way out, thinking about their relationship and all the reasons it wouldn't work.
He's older than I, but that makes him experienced. You love his company even though he can be grumpy.
She fought with her inner self trying to find the reasons they couldn't work. Instead, she always found excuses. She ran herself a bath, undressing in front of the mirror to gaze at her body.
How could a wealthy, sexy businessman like Stephen Knox want her?
Her breasts were too large with big nipples. She'd seen enough naked women in Paul's porn flicks to know men liked big tits with small nipples. Her waist rounded in then curved out for her big hips and chunky thighs. She would never possess the body of a size twelve, let alone someone much smaller. Most of the time when she went shopping she tried not to see the size of her clothing. She had come to accept she was the bigger, fuller woman. Being with Stephen made her nervous. What if he tried to change her? Would he request she go on a diet?
If he didn't like you the way you are, he wouldn't be moving you in or sleeping with you.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. For whatever reason, Stephen had picked her. While it lasted she wouldn't do anything to change their situation. Her body hummed with the sexual excitement he created. She missed him already. Grabbing her watch, she checked the time then got in the lukewarm water. She looked forward to him coming home.
Once she was done with her bath, she went downstairs, made herself a cup of tea, and waited for her man to arrive home. She settled for a romance movie while she had her textbook resting on her lap.
Stephen returned home several hours later. He looked tired, but he held two bags of Chinese food. They ate in front of the television, her feet resting in his lap. She felt so comfortable with him, as if they'd been together for years not months. Their time together had started when she began to work for him. The tension between them had started when they first met. He stroked her leg while they ate. It was the first time since leaving home that she felt so at ease. She knew she could happily spend the rest of her life like this.
****
Two days later
Paul couldn't believe that bitch had kicked him out.
After all he'd done for her. No man would want her. He scuffed his shoes along the pavement feeling the anger bubble up inside him. His family wanted nothing to do with him. They thought he was a no-good piece of shit.
Who wanted to work anyway? Life was so much better when a woman went out and did all the work. He liked staying at home, watching porn and wanking all day. Now he had no home, no girlfriend, and no way to get a job.
Living in an apartment with the promise of paying rent at the end of the month would only last him a couple of weeks. If the landlord had been a girl he'd have offered to bang her for living free. His luck was truly down, and it was because of that bitch.
He couldn't believe she'd been cheating on him and with that wealthy son of a bitch, too.
Cursing, he walked into the job centre in an attempt to find a job. He'd find one, then get a woman, move in, and then get fired like he'd done with Ursula. His plan always worked. At twenty-five he could easily bag a woman.
After an hour of looking and being treated like crap, he walked out of the job centre more angered than anything else. Ursula was going to be living the high life while his life turned to shit.
He wanted to hurt her. When he'd popped her cherry he'd thought he'd been onto a winner. If a woman was going to wait to lose her virginity then she would be loyal.
"Fucking bitch."
Turning down a street, he followed the path until he got to the park. He crossed the park, kicking up the sand in the sandbox. The kids wouldn't have much fun the next day with sand over the floor. Paul chuckled before exiting the park. A limousine was positioned outside the gate. He scowled at it then walked a bit farther down the road. The
black limousine followed him. He stopped, staring at the door waiting.
The back door opened. A man with blond hair, and a nicely cut suit got out. Paul stared at him. The man had the boy-next-door look.
"I hear, Paul Mellor, that you, my friend, have fallen on hard times."
"How do you know my name?" Paul asked. The blond smiled, and he saw the evil in that look.
"Oh, Paul. I know a lot about you. I know you haven't worked for most of your life. You do what you have to, to get by. Women are you meal ticket as they're too brain dead to force you out to work. I know you like watching porn and doing your thing with that." He waved at his cock. "I also know we have an enemy in common."
"I don't know you, and you know shit about me." Paul went to walk away, tired of other people telling him what he could and couldn't do.
"What if I can give you all of those things for free?" Paul stopped and turned. "I'm listening."
"First, you need to get in. I've got stuff to discuss with
you, and I don't want to do it out in the open."
Paul stared at the door, the man, and the rest of the
world that lay ahead of him. Without thinking, he got into the plush limousine. He melted against the leather. The scent of wealth and extravagance surrounded him.
"You will like what I have to offer."
"What?"
"What if I could give you the lifestyle that meant you
wouldn't have to work again? You wouldn't need to watch porn flicks because the girls will come to you for your own pleasure. More cunt than you could stand. More money than you could spend. How does that sound?"
"Real good." Paul rubbed the leather, licking his lips. He liked this guy already.
"All I need is for you to do me a few favours and you can have the world."
Paul would do anything for what he was offering. Pussy all around him. Spending his days spending and fucking. He'd do anything for it.
"You haven't told me your name." "Eugene. My name is Eugene Black."