Page 51 of Chasing Storm

When I pull up to Teagan’s school, I approach the sidewalk, surveying the grounds. A group of guys play catch on the left side of the lawn. Couples and small groups gather by trees or tables, maybe for quick study sessions or whatever else college students do. Teagan comes down the stairs, bubbly and beautiful, her hair shining in the sun. She’s in front of me, jumps into my arms, and kisses me as if we haven’t seen each other in years. It’s blindingly sensual. My dick responds to everything Teagan. We break the kiss, I take her backpack, and we head home.

It's late afternoon arriving home, so I’m done with work. That makes it Tea Time, especially since I’m ready to go at it. Inside the house, I drop her backpack by the door, press her against it as I punch in the security code, while grinding my dick into her stomach. She moans, running her fingers through my hair and kissing me. I unzip her coat, slide it down her arms, and it swishes to the floor. Mine is next. Locking lips, we remove our clothes, panting from exertion and desire until we’re naked.

I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist. My dick is scorching hot. Our mouths devour one another, and I have to squint to see where I’m going. Pushed into the corner, I hook my arm behind one of her knees, and then the other, dangling them over my forearms. It dawns on me that I forgot a condom, and let out a heavy sigh, shaking my head. Teagan’s fingers clamp onto my shoulders and she breaks the kiss.

We’re breathing heavily and she asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Forgot to get a condom.”

With our foreheads pressed together, her breath skirting my lips, she responds, “Forget about it.”

My eyes reach hers. “Are you sure?”

She takes my mouth like I’m her next meal, and then I feel her smile. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

I’m not about to question her more. If she doesn’t care, if she’s okay with unprotected sex, who am I to argue? My cock slips into her wet hole, bursting with arousal, drawing out a moan from both of us. In my mind, I think about impregnating her, which has me thrusting faster, deeper than the Mariana Trench. Everything is muffled, picturing Tea’s rounded stomach, as I drill my soul into hers to create a new one. My balls tighten and I’m lost to the commotion of my imagination and release, shooting warmth into Teagan. I squeeze my eyes closed, riding out the last of it, yet remaining semi-erect and inside her to keep my cum from dripping out.

Teagan’s arms drape over my shoulders, cheek against my chest, while I carry her to the fireplace. Still snug inside, I lie her down in front of it. We’re staring at each other, smiles adorning our faces. My arms hold me up while I provide slow dips with my pelvis, pressing into her clit, pushing further inside her. It’s a kind of lazy lovemaking, so Tea relaxes and relishes the sensations. Like fingers flitting over a piano, sliding over keys, dancing from one chord to the next. Her legs spread wider. An offering. An agreement. My hips stay in rhythm, rocking in a slight upward tilt, pulling back just to the tip of my cock. Her fingers lightly glide down my sides, and she cups my ass. The rhythm falters and then picks up again, but faster movements. I’m bucking into her so hard that it nudges her entire body up. Her nails dig into my ass as if anchoring us together. A fog turned shadow obscures everything around us. Tea and I are holding our gazes, hitting our heights together for the first time. Her pussy clamps down on my cock. Both of us grunt as our weightless bodies tumble down, knocking the wind out of us, and scattering our limbs over one another. This is the moment I’d like to remember when sometime down the road, I’m caressing her swollen belly. Hoping our careless wants, whispered adorations, catapult me back to this moment, amazed by my gorgeous wife.

Chapter 21

It’s the beginning of May, and the weather hasn’t made up its mind to either remain warm or stay cool. I’m in a thick sweater, a scarf wrapped around my neck, shuffling through my bag for my notebook that holds my class schedule. I realize my lunch isn’t in it. While searching my bag, Andrew and Todd come by, wishing me a good morning, along with asking if they can borrow last week’s notes. Even though I’m not getting credit for sitting in on these classes, I take them anyway, hoping I can use the information when I register for them later on. Neither one of these guys bothers to take notes in class. They sleep and daydream, hoping I’ll share mine with them. Andrew spends more time chasing cat than studying, and Todd works as a mechanic, having limited time to study too.

A woman crosses our path, Andrew’s eyes following in her direction, mouth ajar. I roll my eyes at his subtlety. Todd offers a bit more discretion, watching her walk from his periphery. It’s as if they’ve never seen a woman.

I let out a sigh, crouching down to rearrange the items in my bag, and Andrew kneels, eye-to-eye with me. “Whatcha looking for, Teagan?”

“Some IQ points for you.”

He bellows, and we get up from the ground. “Does that mean I can’t have your notes?”

I’m smiling because I found my class schedule, and then I glance at him. “As soon as I find them, I’ll give them to you.”

Andrew gives me a sideways hug, and then trouble comes knocking. Joey slams the door of his car parked right in front of the school. The stiffness in his posture is enough of a tip off that he’s angry, while walking toward us with my lunch in his hand. Damn, I love him. But he’s going to make Andrew’s hug a problem. Joey approaches, his eyes on Andrew, a methodic shift to Todd, and then me. Without a word, he hands me my lunch and leaves. I scurry, trying to catch up to him, except he doesn’t slow. He’s standing behind his open door, and I come to a halt in front of the car.

“Joey—”

“I’ll see you later.”

He refuses to hear me out, getting in the car, and pulls away. My emotions lodge in my throat. Here, he brought me my forgotten lunch, and most likely feels betrayed. We’ve talked about his jealousy. His accusations. Even though he’s been working on it, he has a long way to go. Except I feel shitty now. Like I’m squeezing lemon juice into his open wound. Joey’s wound tight from a lifetime of loss, so he’s not going to overcome his possessive, jealous nature overnight. Two guys hovering around me will only spark anger in him.

I get my phone and text him,thank you for bringing my lunch, Love.

The three of us head to class. Throughout the morning and early afternoon, I check my phone for a response, which never comes. He’s radio silent. Ghosting his own wife. Because of this brief yet awkward encounter, I’m finding it hard to concentrate on my classes. As if on autopilot, I take notes, proceed to the next class, listen to muted conversations, and repeat. Annoyance, frustration, and concern tug at my nerves by the time my last class is dismissed.

How am I going to tell Joey not to be upset?

Wait. Why am I walking on eggshells around him? I did nothing wrong. It’s his problem, not mine.

But he brought your lunch.

I sigh.So?

I’ve done a lot for him, too. Andrew and Todd came to stand by me, I didn’t call them over. To Joey, it won’t matter. He’s hurt by it. Angry for seeing Andrew’s arm around me, and angry for not being able to do anything about it.

Outside to meet Joey, I’m tossing the good and bad in my head like a salad, and what I’m left with is trepidation. Joey doesn’t say a thing, only opens my door. On the way home, I keep my thoughts to myself until we get there. I want us to be able to discuss this issue face-to-face when he’s not operating machinery. It’s the most uncomfortable silence I can remember in our relationship. Even when we first married, I can’t recall such discomfort.

Arriving home, Joey opens my door, gets to the house first, and locks and secures the door behind us. No hug, kiss or aglad to have you home. And it makes me empty inside. I’ve had his attention ever since we fell in love. He doles out caresses, compliments, and loving words like Santa gives out toys. Joey has given me all his devotion, except for today. Today, he’s closed off. His disregard for me hurts.

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