As I woke up, I realized Rhonda was not in bed. I could smell the coffee brewing, so I knew she was going to stay up. I heard the bathroom door open, and she walked out. Of course, her hair and makeup were perfect.
“Good morning, handsome. Coffee?”
“Good morning, Sweet Lover. Yes, please.”
She went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of coffee. I had propped myself up in bed and fixed her pillow for her. She handed me a cup, then set hers on the nightstand. She pulled back the covers and straddled my body.
“I need cream for my coffee,” she whispered, then began to lick my cock.
The way she used her tongue, my cock was as hard as steel within a minute. She was licking the tip and with her other hand massaging my balls.
Rhonda slowly swallowed my cock and started sucking it as she had never done before. What she didn’t have in her mouth, she held with her fingers and thumb. It felt like a tight pussy.
She wrapped her tongue around it as her head bobbed up and down. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t stop it. The flow of cum bursts from my cock. I felt her swallow hard, then the next load shot down her throat.
Rhonda sucked and swallowed every drop of cum from my balls. Now, only drops trickled from my exhausted cock. Rhonda gently held my cock in my hand. She tenderly kissed it as it went limp in her hand.
“Now, I can have my coffee. Do you want me to reheat yours?”
“I’d rather you stay here. Do I get a morning treat, too?”
“This is my way of keeping you with me a little longer.
Look, Pat. I knew this was just for a few hours going in. Tina made certain that it was only a weekend. I haven’t had a serious relationship with a guy in three years. I didn’t know when I agreed to Tina’s idea that some hidden feelings would return.
You will always be my man. I may date someone now and then, but it will never be you.
Now, I know you have to leave. Would you like some breakfast, well, really lunch now?”
Rhonda stayed in bed and watched me dress. I could see her tremble a little. She was keeping herself together. So was I.
She walked me to the garage, with only a robe on. I opened the hatch and threw my bag in, then shut it.
She followed me to the driver’s side. I opened the door, and she stared at me.
“One more kiss before I open the garage and watch you drive away?”
We embraced and kissed. Longer than I intended.
When our lips parted, she pushed the button for the door to open.
I got in, but didn’t close the door. Rhonda bent over and looked at me.
“I know I shouldn’t say this, but God damn it, Pat, I love you.” She gently closed the car door and went into the house.
I drove down the street. I intended to go to my apartment, but Morgan’s got in the way.
I walked into an almost empty room, then up to the bar.
“Ed, when you’re ready, sir.” And I held up two fingers.
Ed brought the beers to me, then leaned on the bar.
“Expecting someone, or trying to forget someone?”
“Are all bar tenders mind readers?” I asked as I took a long pull from the first bottle.
“It’s something we acquire without realizing it. You okay, Pat?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” I took the beer and sat at a corner table.
When I sat down, my phone buzzed. I didn’t want to look, but I had to. It was work.
My boss said that after this week, I would be working full-time, Monday through Friday. That should have made me happy, but I didn’t care.
I asked him if I could have Monday and Tuesday off this week. He agreed, and the conversation ended.
Ed arrived with a refill.
“Pat. This is seven.”
“Yeah, I should go home.” I lied to him.
“You all right to drive?”
“Sure. Thanks, Ed. I’ll fess up on Friday, as usual.”
I got up and made it to the car.
The fifteen-minute drive to my apartment seemed to take forever. The handrail helped me up the stairs. I dropped my bag at the bedroom door and lay down. Collapsed, actually.
Sunday was over.
I woke up, well, stopped sleeping, at ten Monday morning. I looked around. That made me unhappy. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee. I was sure it would go good with the cotton I had the night before.
I took a hot shower to wash off some of the beer and then gave myself a hot shave. I didn’t dress. The coffee was ready. The lonesome cup was standing by to be filled. I stared at it for a while before I filled it.
I started to take it into the bedroom, but stopped. I took it into the living room and sat on the couch. I took a sip of the hot brew. It did help the cotton from last night
My phone buzzed; it was Tina. Just who I didn’t want to hear from.
“Lo, how are you, Tina?”
“Fine, you sound horrible.”
“I’m okay. What’s up?”
“How about if I bring over some hot ham on rye?”
“Great. See ya.”
Tina came over with sandwiches and beer. She was in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, no bra. Her double Ds bounced around nicely.
I decided not to get dressed. Tina and I have had more than a few sex sessions, so it would not be a surprise to her. The knock came to the door, and I opened it.
“Damn, you ready for me, baby?”
“Sure.” I lied.
Tina got undressed. She approached me and held my cock. We kissed, and I cradled her ass cheeks. We went straight to the bedroom. I knew she wanted a quick fuck.
Tina got on the bed, and I got on top of her. She giggled as I kissed her neck. Then I moved so I could kiss her tits.
I sucked her tit and milked the other. She spread her legs and guided my stiff cock into her pussy. She was so wet, I slid into her with no effort.
“Mmmm, your cock feels good in me.”
I pumped her with long strokes. Nice and easy. As I sucked her tits, Tina got more aroused. I could tell by her breathing.
I began to pump her pussy faster. Tina cooed and smiled as the sensations made her wetter.
“Pat, more, do me more. I’m so close, I wanna cum, baby.” Her voice was staggered and high-pitched.
I slammed in and out of her pussy. I was ready to cum, when she groaned and grabbed my ass.
“Fuck me, damn you fuck me.” Her pussy started squirting cum. I slammed my cock into her, and it erupted in stream after stream of cum.
Her pussy covered me in cum, and my cock filled her pussy with cum. Each time my balls hit her ass, my cock shot another load into her.
Tina started to moan and pant.
“Pat, no more. Damn you, the best.” Tina was panting and smiling.
I rolled off of her even though my cock was half hard. We lay next to each other recovering from the sex.
“You are a damn good sex partner, Tina.” I really wanted her to leave.
“Thanks, baby. You know I need that cock of yours.”
“If you need to go, I understand.”
“Thanks, lover. We’ll do a weekend soon.”
Tina got up and dressed. After she left, I dressed. I put on a pair of brown slacks and a beige shirt. I even put on my dress shoes.
I went to the local novelty shop in search of my props. The old man behind the counter was great.
“A badge in a cover. Yeah, I think I have a couple of them lying around.”
“It’s for my nephew. It’s his fifth birthday, and like most kids, he wants to be a cop when he grows up.”
The old man looked around for a minute or two. He pulled just what I wanted from an old-time box.
“How’s this fer the nephew?”
“Perfect. And I’ll take this green cap.” I was smiling.
“The cap’s too big fer him.”
“Oh, it’s for me. I’ve always wanted one.” I paid the old man and wondered how long I’d burn in hell for the lies I just told.
I waited until five-thirty, when I knew she’d be home. I knocked on the door, waited, then knocked again.
“Can I help you?” Then she started to shake a little.
“I hope so, Ma’am. I’m with the conservation department around here. We’re looking for a missing frog. A big green frog. He goes by the name of Freddie.” I showed her my fake badge.
Now she was visibly shaking.
“All we have to go on are these two tickets to a school picnic.” I handed them to her.
“But these are for next year.” She said, her voice began to break.
“Yes, those two tickets. We think he followed a man and woman out of the picnic last Saturday.”
“I – I think I may have seen, um, seen him.” Rhonda’s voice was barely audible. The tears were beginning to stream down her face.
“There is one thing I can tell you.”
“Yesssssir?”
“Rhonda Morris, I love you.”
I threw off my hat. Rhonda jumped into my arms, crying and sobbing.
“Oh, God, Patrick. I love you so, so much. Are you here to stay, I mean, are we -,”
“We’re going to be Freddie’s Mom and Dad.”
“Oh, Patrick!”
I wrapped her in my arms and held her as tightly as possible. She was crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
She took me by the hand and pulled me into the house. She took me straight into the bedroom.
“Look, Freddie. Daddy’s home.” Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me with more passion than ever before.
“Patrick, would you like a beer?”
“Yes, in fact, I owe you one by the pool.”
She pulled two beers from the fridge, then we walked out to the pool. The two empty beer bottles were still on the table.
“I couldn’t move them. They were my reminder of what love really feels like.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then we undressed. Rhonda grabbed the beer, I picked her up, and walked down the steps into the pool.
I placed her on the second step, as before. We clinked our bottles together, kissed, then took a sip.
“I love you so much, Patrick.” She started to cry again.
“I love you, too, Rhonda, and this time. I’m not leaving.”
The End
