Welcome to E. Mayberry

He stopped and stared at me for a second and when he finally got my joke we both cracked up laughing.

“You don’t like to bake do you?” he asked.

“No, that was totally a set up for that joke,” I admitted, “But maybe I could polish people’s…shoes or something.”

He picked up a couch cushion and swung it at me. I had to move my wine glass quickly and took the blow right in the nose.

“Oh you are so going down for that one,” I said.

I put my glass on the end table and picked up a pillow of my own. He downed his glass and set it on the floor, quickly picking up a pillow to block mine. I attacked him and we rolled over and onto the floor where I hit my leg on the coffee table and tried to complain when he covered my mouth with his. Lost in his kiss again, I gave up the fight and let both hands fall onto the carpet.

His kiss was magical, and I mean that in the cheesiest sense of the word. I mean he had an ability to make me forget everything with nothing more than a touch from his tongue. I was his. Then the bastard ruined it by tickling my ribs on both sides.

“Ahhh shit!” I yelled and writhed this way and that, trying to escape his clutches.

“Take it!” he said, tickling me even more.

“I’m gonna pee!” I yelled.

“Ohh I like that,” he said.

“Seriously?!”

“No, not my thing,” he said, “But you’re not getting away.”

I finally managed to push him off me and this time he hit his head on the coffee table. I straddled him and tickled him back. He laughed but it was clear he wasn’t quite as ticklish as I am so I gave up and rested my head on his chest.

We both sighed and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I really did miss you today,” I told him. “Not in a needy like I can’t take care of myself kind of way, but like…”

“I missed you too,” he said, interrupting me and shutting up my rambling. “Having you here with me and not in that hospital is something I thought I’d never experience. You know, I was afraid to ask you to come here.”

“Afraid?”

“Yeah, of rejection I guess.”

“Silly boy.”

Those were the last words I said before the day’s events finally got to me and I fell asleep on his chest on the floor.

I spent some time in Oklahoma as a kid and I’ll never forget the sound of the tornado siren, the wailing of the mechanical box that was the stuff nightmares are made of. When that same shrill shook me from my sleep, I was next to Bastian on the floor, covered with a blanket, feeling lost and confused.

The coffee table had been pushed aside and he’d taken the time to cover me, but we were still on the floor.

“Bastian,” I said. “What the hell is that?”

His eyes opened and he put a finger to his lips.

“Shh, it’s fine,” he said. “I figured they’d do this soon since you’re new.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me again. Even with the insane sound of the siren blaring, I couldn’t resist him. His hand went between my legs where he pulled my panties from my waist. I didn’t get what was going on but I didn’t care. My man wanted me and I’d wanted him to want me all fucking day.

My panties were halfway down my legs when I reached down to help him remove them all the way. He pulled his shirt off and my mouth fell on his hard chest, my tongue tracing the edges of his perfectly toned muscles. He lifted my dress over my head and I worked to unsnap my bra.

My tits fell free, the cool air flicking my nipples to full alert before the warmth of his hands were on them, heating them up. He cupped my left tit in his palm and ran his thumb over my nipple, then around it, then tapped it. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his mouth into my chest.