“Sweet. It’s really nice. Thank you. It’ll keep me warm at night.”
“Well…until we’re married. Then, I can be the one to do that.” She bit her lip and giggled.
That was the single most suggestive thing Elle had ever said to me. It was good to see her loosening up a little.
Before I could respond, Emily closed her book and said, “Yuck. I’m hungry. Can we go back to the house now?”
Poor kid, having to babysit two adults.
“Why don’t you ladies go ahead, help your mother. I’ll put away the last of my stuff and meet you up at the house in like ten minutes.”
When Elle and Emily left, I retreated to my bedroom, locked the door and let out a sigh of relief. I was still tense from this afternoon, unable to shake what happened with Sienna from my mind. I needed to do something to relax before having to sit through my first dinner with the Suttons. I grabbed some lotion from the bathroom and lay back on my new bed. Unzipping my pants, I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to finish. After squirting the white cream into my palm, I gripped my shaft, surprised at how fast I’d become hard as I pumped into my hand. Closing my eyes tightly, I tried to imagine Elle’s petite body naked, what it would feel like to be with her. I wanted to visualize it so badly. All I could see was the curve of Sienna’s ass through her long skirt, her messy black hair, her swollen lips wrapped around my cock. The image was clear as day and overpowering all other attempts by my feeble mind to envision anything else. I felt guilty but not enough to stop.
About halfway through, I decided to stop fighting the thoughts. To get the mysterious girl out of my system, I would allow myself to think about her just this once while she was still fresh in my mind. As the days passed, her image would slowly fade from my memory anyway. So, this would be the first and last time. Now, my imagination had her completely naked and riding me on the back of my truck as I pounded into her with all my might. My hand became her wet pussy wrapped around my cock. Tears nearly sprang to my eyes as I came so hard into my hand. Fuck. It felt so good to just let go.
The orgasm had knocked me onto my ass, and all I wanted to do was sleep. Deciding to take a shower to wake myself up, I washed my impurities away and reaffirmed my stance to never let that happen again.
“Hope you like chicken and dumplings,” Olga said as I entered their spacious kitchen.
“That sounds awesome. I’m starving.”
“Well, one thing we won’t ever let you do is starve around here.”
“Can I help with anything?”
“No.” Olga smiled as she took a pan out of the oven. “The ladies have it covered. Just sit down and relax. You had a long drive.”
Elle took notice of my wet hair. “You showered?”
“Yeah. I was in the truck for so long. I didn’t want to gross you out on my very first night here.”
“Elle’s quite taken with you. I don’t think that would be possible.”
“Mama!” Elle whined, rolling her eyes and looking embarrassed.
One thing was for sure; they all made me feel very comfortable and wanted here. That wasn’t something I was used to.
“What’s your favorite meal in the whole world, Sevin?” Olga asked.
“You mean, besides chicken and dumplings?” I joked.
“Yes.”
“Probably ribeye steak with garlic mashed potatoes.”
“You hear that, Elle? You’ll have to learn how to make it.”
After helping them set the table in the dining room, we were just about ready to sit down to dinner when the front door slammed shut. Lance rushed down the hall, and I could hear him yelling.
“You’ve got some nerve coming home this late, Evangeline! Your mother and Elle could have used your help with dinner, you know.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please just don’t yell. Not tonight. I had a mishap. It wasn’t intentional.”
“You have us worried sick that you’re gonna get yourself killed riding that bike in the dark. Well, get on in here now and meet your sister’s fiancé.”
“I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right there.”
Elle, Emily and I were already seated when Lance came in and took his place at the head of the table. When Olga sat down, Lance said, “Sevin, you want to lead us in prayer?”
“Yes, sir.” I closed my eyes and took Elle’s hand. “Dear Lord, Heavenly Father, we thank you for this food. Feed our souls on the bread of life and help us to do our part in kind words and loving deeds. We ask in Jesus' name. Amen.”
“Amen,” they all said in unison.
When I opened my eyes, for a quick second, I seriously thought I was hallucinating. That was the only possible explanation because before I’d closed them, she wasn’t there. Now, she was standing before me, looking exactly the way I’d left her, frazzled, disheveled and more beautiful if that were even possible. I blinked. She was still there. I blinked again.