They look like dicks. Dick with balls.
I laugh out loud, from Matt’s text, making the girls turn around from watching Peppa Pig.
“What is it Mommy? What’s so funny?” Britney asks. Coming up at the age of 8, my eldest daughter Britney is looking more and more like her father.
I smile at her softly and say, “It’s surprise for your Birthday, so you know that means no more questions.” I wink at her while she gets wide-eyed with excitement then returns to watch her TV show with her little sister. My little beauties, they both have my dark olive skin, and dark, almost black hair, with the same color eyes to match. My Italian genes came through much stronger than their father’s blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin.
I had Britney at the age of 24, unplanned and scared to death. We were just 4 months into our relationship, her father Jonathan and I, but no matter how fast it happened, we were in love. I never felt so safe so secure with someone, than I did with Jonathan. I spent many nights with my girlfriends, drinking and eating all night because their so called boyfriend’s either cheated on them, lied, or chose their “bros before their hoes.” Made me believe all men were like that, yet a girl will still always dream and want, regardless if she denied it. The entire time she dated him, her girlfriends never believed how good of a guy he was, “he’s going to lie, they all lie”, and Jonathan proved them all wrong. Only 4 months into her fairy tale, she shows Jonathan her pregnancy test, unsure of his reaction. He looked right into her eyes and said, “I always knew I was in love with you, and now we have something to show for it. I promise I will take care of you both.”
So Peppa Pig right?
Matt’s text snaps me out of my memories.
Yes, that’s what she wants for her birthday theme.
Britney, my 7 year old daughter, going on 25, didn’t like Peppa Pig that much. But because her little sister, Christina loved Peppa Pig so much, Britney was willing to throw a full themed birthday just so her little sister can have fun. She really did have good children.
They were just like their father. Jonathan, fell off a ladder just 3 years ago and he broke his femur, a very painful but hard bone to break. There in the hospital they found out he had stage 4 cancer. It spread everywhere, and he decided not to go through chemo, much to Ashley’s argument. They fought so hard over it, that Ashley considering leaving him, it seemed that he didn’t care about her or Britney. It took Jonathan’s Mother to speak calmly to her about Jonathan’s choice, and it was then Ashley heard and felt a Mother’s pain of losing her child. It was that day that Ashley also found out she was pregnant with Christina.
Jonathan left Ashley and the girls more than enough to be taken care of but it didn’t fill the emptiness he left in their hearts. It was then she knew she could never replace him. Ashley filled her time with the girls, school and building a successful clothing empire in Boston. She named it Wilson’s, after Jonathan’s last name, because without his financial help, she would never had been so successful so quickly. Business was fast and easy, with today’s social media, things sold so quickly than it did before internet was popular.
Okay, I’ll get Rebecca to pick some things up, she’s good at that. Rebecca was Matt’s promiscuous secretary who was in love with Matt and hated her.
OK, I really appreciate that Matty.
Not a problem, dinner tonight? Let’s just go grab something to eat, I’ll meet you at Chen’s Place.
You know the girls don’t like Chinese! That’s fine I’ll feed them before I go.
They don’t like anything but mac n cheese.
I smile back at the text and send a tongue sticking out emoji, closing the conversation.
Matt and I never wanted more than what they had, which was just pure, hot sex. They met when Jonathan was very sick in the hospital, she was pregnant with Christina, she was due any day, as well as Jonathan leaving this earth any day. Matt grabbed her some coffee, and started a conversation with her. He listened, and they became friends, he even was there for her when she gave birth to Christina. They never spoke about their future, but they had a clear understanding they were nothing more than friends. Even after Christina, it took a full year for Christina to have sex with anyone, missing Jonathan so much, she knew she would never make love to someone again. Matt was a perfect fit.
Peppa Pigs snort snaps me back into my living room with the girls.
“Matty is going to help decorate for your Birthday Brit,” I flash her a bright smile.
Britney, my 25 year old stuck in a 7 year old body stands up to sit by me on the couch. “Mother,” she says with the most serious face.
“Child.” I keep my most serious face, who couldn’t crack up with this? Where is this going?
“Is Matty your lover?”
I choke on my coffee I was sipping with the question. “What? Where – Who..Why are you speaking like that?” I clear my throat and think this one out while my daughter patiently waits for me to answer. “Sweetie, how do you know what a lover is?”
“Jessie from school told me that her mom said Matty was your lover. They saw him walking down the street the other day, and her Mom said, there goes Britney’s fine ass lover.”
“BRITNEY RENEE WILSON!”
I was so choked up on words I didn’t know what to say. Again I clear my throat. I meet up with very successful business people all around the states, holding meetings and standing my ground on money movements. “Ummm,” I was muted not knowing what to say. How is it that I’m losing my cool with my own 7 year old daughter? Finally I use my adult authorities given to me and I say, “We’ll talk about that later, Matty is just a friend.” Britney seemed to not like that answer and was going to speak again, but a teen diary commercial saved her.
I made it a point to talk to Matt about us, after dinner.
“Tuck me in Matty!” Britney races down the hallway towards her bedroom giggling. Christina fell asleep on the ride home, putting her to bed was easy. Britney required 3 bedtime stories and sometimes help from our friend melatonin.
Britney jumped into bed with unnatural energy and spread her arms out for a hug. I stopped at the doorway, ready to bargain with my 7 year old and Matt tucks Britney in and sits on the edge of the bed.
“How about we skip stories tonight and I’ll put something on Disney plus?” I say, hoping my daughter would give in. I catch Matt giving me a quick glance, almost knowing that I wanted to be alone with him. Not in the same way as he thinks.
“YES!” Britney bounces from her bed. Thankfully, I grab the phone in my pocket and cast Disney Plus to her Smart TV, Frozen 2, that will do it.
Matt gives her a quick hug and kiss on the head. It soften me for a minute, am I doing the right thing? Could we be a couple? “Night Brit, my pop princess.” He says, nicknaming my daughters after 2000 pop singers that my children know nothing about.
“Night Matty, see you later.”
We close the bedroom door and I turn to Matt. “We need to talk.”
Matt presses his hardness against me and starts suckling on my neck. Breathing deeply, I close my eyes and let him. “Can this wait till after?” He nips at my jaw, and I inhale sharply.
I slide both hands up his hard chest heading up past his nicely shaven jaw up to his perfect crew cut soft brown hair. Matt was a good looking man. He took care of his body, I loved it….Matt lasted forever, especially on days I wanted to be selfish and just to be fucked, he was my energizer bunny. He placed his hands on my waist and slid them slowly down to cup my ass, giving me soft kisses on my cheek. Matt never kissed me on the lips. Actually, let me take that back, we both never kissed each other on the lips. It was some sort of Pretty Woman unspoken agreement we had, something like this relationship we have going on. I fade out to thinking about how to start this conversation with him.
Matt stops immediately. “Hey, you okay? Everything alright? We can talk if you want.” He releases my ass and my body leans into him, feeling his hardness through the jeans. I take a deep breath, and lean my head on his shoulders. “We do need to talk,” I mumble through his shirt. “But I’m horny, so it’s going to wait.”
Matt chuckles, and kisses me on the forehead. We walk together to my bedroom.
The sex Matt and I have is amazing. Just two people pleasing each other, working each other’s body’s out, and not OWING each other anything more.
On top of me giving me all his glory with my legs wrapped around his back, Matt is heavy, but very lean. He owes his muscular body to his late nights at the gyms, but he never had to worry so much with his amazing metabolism. His cardio…wow. I have bragged to a few friends how my boy toy can hold up all night, especially on days when I was so tired.
Matt thrusts into me slowly, holding onto my hips, his eyes focused on my pussy. I moan softly, and feel Matt’s dick getting harder inside of me. He leans forward and sucks on my tits, a full B of silicone I purchased for myself to fill out my clothing, if I was in the clothing business, I had to make sure I was looking good in my own clothes. Matt’s tongue works magic on me, while he continues to slowly thrust inside of me, I swear I can feel every glorious vein on his dick. I lift my hips up, trying to receive more of him, closing my eyes and pretending Jonathan was inside of me. A couple of more thrusts and it sends me off to ecstasy. My body shouts, but my cries are unheard, just me panting hard into Matt’s shoulder, while he waits for me to come down off my ride. Satiated, I smile up at him and give him a nod. This nod lets him know I’m ready for him to finish himself, do whatever he wants to get where I was at.
Matt flips me over with one swift move, and shoves himself inside me, filling me all the way up. I arch my back, trying to get as much of my ass on top of him and he grabs my hips.
“Tell me if I’m too rough Manda.” I softly moan, and move my hips. I don’t pause or turn my head that Matt called me someone else’s name. It actually excited me more that having this conversation of “no more sex and just being friends” much much easier. I moan again in excitement of it, while Matt pounds into my backside until he finally pulls out and releases himself on my ass and my back. I push back and rub my ass on his balls while he does so, and I get a slap on the ass as an award.
Matt breathes out heavily, jumps off and heads to the bathroom. I lay flat on my stomach, wondering if we should talk now or later, I am tired but I need to tell him. This is probably our last time together.
“Spit it out.” Matt says throwing wet wipes my way as he cleans himself off. “If you don’t talk about it now it’s all I’m going to think about.” He throws the wipes in the trash in the bathroom and walks back to the bed, standing. “Are you sick Ashley? Is one of the girls sick?”
Expertly finishing wiping myself off, and handing him the wipes to throw away, I turn my covers over and get in. “Come here.” I motion him to lay next to me. He tilts his head to a side and I see panic arise in his face, so I assure him. “I’m not in love with you, it’s not that.” I could see a bit of relief coming out of his face, but not all the way gone. I take a deep breath, I’m not sure why I’m so nervous, if anyone knew me, it was Matt, I could trust him.
“We should stop this.” I blurt out quickly, it seems like I’m waiting for him to reply but we both know I have to finish what I mean. “This,” I motion my hand towards me and him, “what we have, going on, I think it’s time to end it.” I look up at him, and he has a pleasant smile on his face.
He gets up from leaning on his side and sits up facing me. Taking both of my hands he says, “Ashley, I’ve been feeling the same way.” He looks towards my TV, searching for words, “I have just been feeling weird the past month,” He breathes out in frustration, “I met someone, and I just can’t believe I think of her as much as I do.”
“Manda?” I say innocently.
Matt’s head jerked up quickly. “How do you know her name?”
“Because you called me her name, Matt.” I said laughing, “Sooooo smooth of you.” Matt covers his face with both of his hands pretending to be embarrassed and I throw a pillow at him, laughing louder. “Matty, you’re falling for someone?”
He looks up at me, shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know what love is, but it’s too good for me to have.”
We go quiet for a min and I reach out for his hands and squeeze. “The girls love you, for being their friend, and so do I. You were here when we needed someone, and I thank you so much for that. We will always be friends.” I feel his hand squeeze mine back and we silently smile at each other.
This turned out much better than I thought. “So,” I say laying back down, tell me everything about this Manda girl.”
More of Amanda and Matt to come!