A Store in Pride Valley

After the talk with Susy and her approval, we ate some salad, and I cleaned things up so John and Susy could have a little more alone time. Their laughter filtered down the hall as I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Dressed only in a white bathrobe, I headed toward the room with the twin bed. I’d purchased new sheets for both this bed and the one in Susy’s room, and I’d brought quilts from my house. I was snuggled naked under the covers when John came into the room.

“She’s asleep; she fought against lying down, but once she did, she was out like a light.”

“That’s nice,” I replied.

“You want to come to the big bed?”

“I’ve already got this one warmed up. Besides, I’m not supposed to sleep with the bride before the wedding.”

“Why am I the bride? I thought we settled this.”

“You’re the one with the pussy. Remember?”

“Yeah? And you’re the one who’s a cunt.”

“Hold on,” I said. “I said you have a pussy.” I reached into his pants. See, it’s right there. That’s different from being a cunt.”

I heard his shirt hit the floor. Then the rest of his clothes. He slid in next to me. His tongue licked my ear. My dick sprang to life. “Stop being a cunt, and fuck my pussy.”

“You know I can’t resist you when you do that.”

“That’s why I do it,” he chuckled. “Will you get on top of me? I want to feel your chest move against mine while you fill me.”  

I pulled him under me and pulled his knees so I could rub our dicks together. I pushed down so that our chests touched. I pushed my tongue out and licked his lips.

“I lubed my ass before I came in here,” he whispered.

I reached up and grabbed some of the hair on the top of his head and pulled his head back. His neck was exposed, and I ran my tongue from his Adam’s apple up to the little cleft in his chin. He squealed ever so quietly and pivoted his hips. My stiffness lay against his taint with the head resting between his balls. I pressed down with my groin.

“Fuck me, baby. Just push it all the way inside me. Please, Aaron, I need you.”

“Johnny, you have me.” I pulled his head forward with one hand while my mouth covered his. My other hand pushed the head of my dick to his hole, and I pushed myself inside him.

His gasp filled my mouth. I pulled his lower lip into my mouth and held it with my teeth. My tongue began to beat against it as I began to piston my cock in his man pussy.

His fingers grabbed my balls. I don’t know how he reached down to wrap his thumb and index fingers just above my testicles, but he pulled them away from the base of my dick, and I began to fuck him faster and harder in response. His breathing sharpened. I reached for his knees and brought them together on his chest. The change in position made him gasp, and he released my balls. I felt his dick rub across my lower abs.

I heard a barely audible ‘fuck’ emanate from him as I pushed forcefully and emptied into him. I gave him three loads, but I wasn’t finished. I pulled out and used my seed to wet his cock. I pushed more into my ass crack before moving over him. I lined up and sat, struggling for the perfect alignment that would allow his dick to penetrate my pussy.

I felt him enter me and I lowered myself to take him in. His head pushed back onto the bed, and I began to fuck his dick with my ass. I had misjudged his level of excitement and was only able to get about forty-five seconds of motion before he emptied into me. I leaned forward and kissed him. His embrace pulled me even closer. His cock moved out of me and cum spewed over his bush and thighs.

I shook my head and chuckled. “You’ve got your DNA on my brand-new clean sheets.”

“Yeah?” He pulled me closer. “Deal with it.” I snuggled up next to him. The strong scent of sex filled the room. It mixed with his cologne. I closed my eyes and nuzzled his neck. He fell asleep before I did. I was so lucky. He never snored.

I woke up early and got ready for work. I got John back into his room. He was showering, and I was getting the sheets into the washing machine when Susy came in wearing a white robe with purple flowers. We said our good mornings, and she wanted to know if she could make me some scrambled eggs. She told me that she used to make them for her father, and she planned to surprise him this morning. I told her that I’d love some, and she went in the direction of the kitchen. I started the washer and checked on John. He was already in his casual work clothes. Before I met him, I called them pajamas.

“Susy’s making breakfast.”

“She told me. You’re going to have to be faster to stay ahead of her.” He came over and kissed me. “You’ve got one more day to back out, and then you’re mine forever.”

“You make it sound as if you’re getting ownership papers.”

“Little do you know. I’m in cahoots with the mob, and that’s who we’re meeting tomorrow.” He tried to do an evil laugh, but I just stared at him.

I leaned in. “You trying to get me to leave? Because I’m not going anywhere. There’s a reason that my dick fits your ass perfectly. You’re mine. Don’t forget it.” I poked him in the chest. “Listen, buddy; just so we’re clear, this is a co-ownership partnership.”

“I know.” He smiled. “You know I was joking about the mob.”

“Yeah, I know.” I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Let’s go eat breakfast. One of us has a real job and needs to go to work.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you, John. Come on.”

The morning at the shop was busy with small sales, mostly thread, needles, and stabilizer. We did have two customers who bought several yards of quilting fabric. Abigail demonstrated the embroidery machine that I had planned to use to teach Susy. The customer wanted that exact one. She didn’t want a new one that might be a lemon, her words. She wanted the one we were using as a demonstrator. We boxed it up for her, and it was gone.

Lunch arrived sooner than I had expected. John and Susy arrived with fried chicken to surprise me. We ate in the back, laughing at the stories about Susy in her youth. It started with John’s telling a mildly embarrassing story about something silly she said in school when she was in first grade.

“That’s nothing,” said Susy. “In fifth grade, my teacher made user names for us for this math program. She said that she made it with our initials and our lunch ID. So I raised my hand and asked her whether she used my real first name or my nickname.”

I looked at her, confused. “But your… Oh.”

“That’s right. They’re both SB. I felt so stupid. My teacher wrote in my yearbook that it was a moment she’ll never forget. I guess I won’t forget it either.”

I looked over at John. “She gets her brains from me.”

“I’ve been duly warned.”

Susy laughed. “I’ve got a question.”

“OK,” I replied. I figured she wanted to know when her lessons would start.  

“When are you getting married?”

“When?” I looked at John again. “Why not tomorrow? Is that OK with you, Susy?”

“I don’t know. I was planning to read a book I brought,” she said.

“Well, if you can’t make it,” I started, then I turned to John. “Maybe we should cancel the whole thing.”

“You already planned it for tomorrow?”

“That’s right,” said John. “We were going to tell you after lunch.”

“I’ll change my plans then,” she grinned.  

“A chip off the old block,” I commented.  

“What’s that mean?”

“It means you are a jokester just like your dad.”

“Who says I was joking?” she asked.

“On that note, we need to get back to the house. I’ve got some business things to do today.”

“Can I stay here and get my first lesson?”

“Sweetheart, Aaron might have things he needs to do.”

She turned to me with puppy dog eyes.

“Gee,” I said, “I was going to read a book this afternoon.”

John smiled and stood up. “Is it OK to put the trash in this can?”

I nodded.

“Come on, Susy. Let’s go.”

“But…”

“He said he has a book to read,” said John.

“He was joking,” she said. “He said it because I said it.” She looked over at me.

I exaggerated a sigh. “I guess I can change my plans.” I stood next to John and whispered into his ear. “Tonight’s our last night to be sluts. I don’t plan on letting it go to waste.” I walked away before he could reply and headed toward the front. I was making sure the education area was organized before starting on Susy’s lesson.  

John came behind me and pinched my ass. “I can out slut you any day of the week, Hotstuff.”

I pinched my tongue between my teeth and wiggled it.

He looked at me and mouthed “fuck”. My little mouth movement had excited him.

I said, “Later, if you’re lucky, and believe me, you’re going to be lucky.”

Before he had a chance to reply, Susy came up behind him. “I washed off the table. What do you want me to do next?”

“We’re going to need one yard of two different fabrics. You’ll want a dark one and a medium one. I’ll come to help you in a minute.” I followed John to the door. “See you at home.”

John wiggled his eyebrows at me and headed off.

“Anything I can do?” asked Abigail.

“We’ll need some fusible stabilizer, but I’m not sure we’ll get to that today. But I think we’ll need about 2 yards of heavy.”

Abigail headed toward the stabilizer display. I headed to the fabric area and helped Susy pick out her fabrics. Abigail cut the fabric for us, and we headed back to the training area. “Oops,” I said. “We don’t have a sewing machine set up.”

“I don’t see one like the one I have at home. These are all really fancy.”

“I had one picked out for us to use, but someone bought it. Let’s go see what we have in the back.” We went to the back where I kept the boxed product as well as several used machines. I kept most of the used machines to use as parts. Susy started to look at the used machines.

“This one looks like the one I used at school, but it’s not the same color.”

“I think I want us to use this one. I don’t have one of these on the floor.” The machine was in one box; I left the embroidery unit on the shelf. I let Susy work at removing the machine and checking to make sure all the accessories were present.  

Once she had checked everything, she wanted to read the instruction book. “I don’t want to mess anything up.” She hadn’t finished reading the manual when it was time to go home. We still hadn’t stitched anything, and we would be gone for more than a day.

As we walked home, Susy talked about all the things she’d learned about the machine just from reading the book, which she insisted on bringing with her. I tried my best to concentrate on what she was saying, but my mind kept thinking about my last night as a single man and what I was going to do to surprise John.