Taylor’s Story
We exited the highway and Sally growled her way through the quiet suburban streets, her finely tuned voice echoing off the rows of houses like thunder as we forged ahead to our destination. It would’ve been more practical to drive my dealer car, but Sally was my main connection to my mother and I wanted her there. I pulled into the driveway of the cookie cutter house at the end of the nondescript cul-de-sac and parked in front of the garage. The big door was open, and Phil was working on the GOAT. It had been like eight or nine months since I first met Noah’s dad, and since then we’d become close, getting together several times and bonding as we worked together on our classic cars together. Between him and Daddy James I’d learned a lot and was getting comfortable under the hood.
Phil turned around when he heard Sally purring behind him. He pulled a rag out of the back pocket of his well-worn jeans wiping the grease off his hands off as he walked towards us. “The old girl sounds great” He said extending his hand for a greasy handshake. “I wasn’t expecting you this morning, aren’t you working today?”
I held my arms out to the sides and motioned to my suit, “Yeah, I’m going in after this” I said, my voice a little shaky, “but I wanted to talk to you first.”
Phil furled his brow, “Is everything okay, son?” Son, god it was nice to hear that from someone I respected, it sent a shiver through me.
“Awesome actually” I answered. Phil looked at me expectantly. “Um, well…” I stumbled for a minute, then I just found my balls and said it. “I’m going to propose to Noah and was hoping to get your blessing before I do.” That just hung in the air for a little while.
Phil continued to wipe his hands on the rag, then answered, “Why don’t we go in the house. I think Noah’s mom should be in on this conversation. I know she has strong feelings on the subject.” Shit, they’d discussed it and realized he’s way too good for me, fuck. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have asked them. I should’ve just proposed and dealt with them after Noah said yes. Would Noah even say yes? What the hell was I doing? I didn’t know shit about traditional families or marriage or any of that, so I googled it and learned it was traditional to ask for the parents blessing… so there I was. STUPID!
We headed through the garage door and into the kitchen. “Taylor’s here” Phil shouted.
“I’m in the kitchen” Noah’s mom shouted back. “Hi honey,” she said to me when I entered. “This is a surprise, is everything okay?” She asked as she held up the coffee pot offering me some. I nodded and she poured me a mug.
“Taylor has something to discuss with us” Phil said. Then gave me a ‘go ahead, son’ nod.
I took a deep breath, then exhaled and said, “I’m going to propose to Noah and was hoping to get your blessing before I do.” His mother just stared at me over her coffee mug as she took a sip. After her sip, she exhaled and said, “It’s about time” And this huge smile took over her face before she just lost it. “I am so happy for you two!!!” She literally squealed as she came at me with a huge hug.
“That sounds like a blessing to me” Phil Said.
His mother must’ve seen the relief in my face, she gave me an odd look then asked with a smirk, “Did you think we’d say no?” Then she cackled. “Oh my god, I have been waiting for this since the day you came here for brunch last year. I knew you were perfect for Noah the minute we met.” It’s totally out of character for me, but I was choking back tears… I don’t know what the hell set me off. I don’t think it was the fact that they gave me the blessing, I was expecting that. Maybe it was Noah’s mom squealing and just being so sure that I was right for Noah. Whatever it was, I had this feeling of total acceptance in that moment. I felt loved, wanted, and… well… good enough (something I’d been working on with Seth). Noah is one of the sweetest people I had ever met, and I never felt good enough for him (which was probably why I was afraid to commit to just him. When you narrow your field down just to one, rejection can be devastating). I talked to his parents for about a half hour before I left for work… they had a million questions about when and where I was going to propose, etc. (I had no freaking clue). Before I left, they both hugged me and welcomed me to the family, “Please don’t wait too long to propose.”
“She sucks at keeping secrets” Phil added earning him a playful smack on the chest from her and making us all laugh. They were as excited as I was, that melted my heart, I felt fantastic by the time I left the house and headed to the dealership.
My great mood carried through the workday; I closed another deal and had a second waiting for a signature! After work I had an appointment with Marv, one of my regular customers from the dealership. The guy had bought several cars from me over the years… he’s one of those guys who gets the new car itch every time a new model comes out, and money is no object. Hell, I’ve made more money off his trade-ins than his purchases. Anyway, he owns a jewelry store and helped me find the perfect ring! It was a black band with a gold interior, two small diamonds, and a place for a bigger diamond between them after we got married. I’d stolen an old ring out of Noah’s drawer for size. Marv promised to have the ring by Wednesday. As I drove home that night, I thought through a million proposal scenarios… nothing felt right. We didn’t have one of those great “meeting” stories. We just kind of met, liked each other and started going out I guess, so there was no “special place” or anything like that. We had been on and off for a while… then, well, Noah convinced me to be permanently “on,” I fell in love, and other guys (slowly) lost their importance… all that to say, this was a huge deal for us and I needed a big idea.
Sunday, I met a customer at the dealership to finish up some paperwork (another deal closed), and while I was there, I started working with two new customers who wandered in. When I was working, I didn’t think about the major, lifechanging commitment looming above me, but when I was driving home it owned my brain, and nestled in the pit of my stomach.
Noah and I went out to dinner that night and my mind was wondering while he talked. “Taylor? Taylor?” Noah said (louder the second time). “Should I call him?”
Okay fine, so I didn’t hear a damn word he said, “Yeah, that sounds good” I responded without a clue as to what I just agreed to.
“This is the one I want to see first” He said handing me his phone across the table. It was a real estate listing for a house downtown. “I’ll see if he can show it to us Wednesday after work. Should I ask him to find others for us to look at too? I don’t know how this works.”
I was putting the pieces together and realized that while I was zoning out, Noah was working on finding us a house and a realtor. “Wait, wait, wait… sorry, I zoned out for a second. Who is this realtor?”
“Denny, the guy who helped Seth and Zach find their place… he’s helped a bunch of Villagers.”
“Oh, yeah, he helped me find our place… yeah, he’s a good guy, give him a call.” I said with my head back in the conversation. But how should I propose? It should be by the water. Okay, fine. So, maybe my head wasn’t 100% back in the conversation. But I made it through dinner.
When we got back to our place we hung out on the couch with the lights down low and watched TV. Noah sat on one end, and I lay on my side with my head on his lap while he stroked my hair (he loved doing that). It felt good having him touch me like that, I absentmindedly reached out and stroked him through his pants. Hell, I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I felt his hardness against my cheek. Noah let a little moan escape as he lifted his hips a little to make sure I felt his bulge… yeah, it worked. I turned my head a bit, unzipped his fly, and fished for his cock, it was easy to find, but hard as fuck to set free. Noah undid his belt and the button then wriggled out of his pants, I lifted my head enough to let him, but my mouth was right there when the monster was finally loose. I knew what he liked, I licked the very tip of his ridged cockhead and tongued his piss slit, I couldn’t help but grin as he shuddered in pleasure at its touch. I couldn’t resist the urge to give a lick down the shaft and over his balls, and yeah, maybe I gave his sweet little pucker a flick of my tongue. I was in an awkward position, so I jumped up, shucked my clothes, stripped him naked, and knelt between his legs. I looked up at his cute face and said, “There, that’s better” then I took him down my throat, tugged on his balls and went to work giving him the best blowjob of his young life. His head fell back, his legs opened wider, and a moan rumbled through his body. “Let’s go to the bedroom” I whispered.
Noah whined, “Nooo don’t stop, keep going.” I chuckled at that, I’d reduced him to jelly, just the way I liked him. I decided to give him a little victory and stay on the couch a bit longer. I kept up the assault on his cock and balls for a while bathing them with long, lingering laps of my tongue. My fingertips teased is hole making his body writhe in desperate desire. I loved doing that to Noah! He was so put together, always so in control of his emotions and actions, but I could wreck him like this. Make him let go and just enjoy the moment… and I fucking loved doing that to him. Eventually my focus was his sweet, tight little pucker. I lapped it at first, but then my tongue worked like a tiny penis fucking in and out of him. That’s when he finally just let go… With his knees pulled to his chest he let out the loudest, most animalistic guttural moan/whimper/cry I’ve ever heard! He pushed his ass into my face, and his hands got lost in my hair as he pulled me into his hole.
I stayed like that eating his hole as long as I could, but he held me so tight against him that I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t break free. So, I grabbed his wrists with my hands and used all my strength until… finally, I was free! I knelt back on my feet wiping the tears away and trying to catch my breath. Noah was so lost in his own lust that he didn’t even realize what he’d done. “Why’d you stop?” He whined in disappointment, then he leaned forward and looked down at me. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed when he saw my red, tear covered face, and my body heaving as my lungs refilled with air. “I almost suffocated you. I’m so sorry.” He slid off the couch and down to the floor, and hugged me, then he licked the tears from my cheeks and kissed me passionately. I am so sorry, Tay.” He whispered.
I laughed, “It’s all good.” Honestly, I loved it. I probably could’ve stopped at any time but I loved to tear him apart like that. Everyone thought I was the strong one, but of the two of us, Noah was stronger and I was an emotional mess inside. Moments like this made things feel more, I don’t know, balanced maybe? We sat on the floor in an embrace until I was breathing normal again.
“You okay?” He asked with a tender kiss to my cheek. I nodded. “You sure?” I nodded again. Then he smiled wide as he stood, pulling me up by my hand as he did. “Good, I need you to fuck me.” I just laughed as he dragged my naked ass to the bedroom. He playfully hurled himself onto his back on the bed and immediately pulled his knees to his chest again; he was just lying there, his ass open and begging for my attention. “Seriously, fuck me already” he commanded with a devilish grin.
I jumped onto the bed and took my place at his ass, eating, spitting, and opening him up with my mouth while my hand blindly searched the nightstand for lube. I lubed up my steeled cock with one hand, and used a couple of fingers to open him even more. My purple cockhead turned into a heatseeking missile and found his hot hole. I leaned over and kissed him passionately as I pushed my way into his hot, vice like hole. I started moving in and out slowly. After several long, slow strokes, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Things moved faster, my thrusts became more powerful, and his legs wrapped around my waist until we became the proverbial beast with two backs.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes, Tay. Keep fucking me. Fuck yes” He growled into our kiss. He moved his hand to his cock, smashed between us, and started stroking. Half a dozen strokes later he groaned into our kiss and I felt a hot splash between us. His sphincter grabbed onto my hardness and milked the cum right out of my balls until own cum surrounded my shaft inside of him. It was an amazing ending to the perfect fuck. Gotdamn.
We just lay there… a sweaty, cummy mess… me still inside of him. When we caught our breath, I pulled out and my cum trickled out behind it. We took a slow, leisurely post-sex shower, soaping each other up and down as the water fell down over our well-used bodies, rinsing us clean. Afterwards in our bed, I spooned Noah until he fell asleep. I wasn’t so lucky, I lay there tossing and turning, there was so much going through my mind.
I didn’t want to wake Noah, so I got out of bed. I spent an hour or so cleaning hoping it would tire me out. No luck. Then I poured myself a couple of fingers of whiskey and sat on the balcony in my underwear. It was a beautiful night, the slight breeze felt good as it whipped across the thin fabric of my underwear and tickled my balls. I stared down expressionless at the view below as I tried to figure things out in my mind. How should I propose to Noah? Should I propose to Noah? Would he even say yes? Do I deserve him? He deserves better, right? Can I really be faithful to just him? Can I be a... well… a good husband and family man? Family. What about kids?! Will Noah expect kids? How the fuck do you even raise kids? I mean, yeah, I could chop up hot dogs into little pieces like Brody did for the twins, but is that enough to feed them? What else do they eat? What do they drink? Do you have to breastfeed babies?!! OH SHIT! how in the hell will we breastfeed babies?! So many insanely ridiculous thoughts running through my sleep deprived head. All I could do was sigh at the monumental thoughts.
I took the final swig of my drink then went inside and cleaned some more. I cleaned the kitchen, straightened up the living room, I even cleaned the bathroom… nothing worked, I was still wide awake. I slipped back into bed, spooned Noah again, and just stared at the back of his neck for a while. Eventually I dozed off, but I didn’t get any real sleep. When Noah’s alarm went off it woke me up from my light slumber. He kissed me good morning then went off to take his shower. I pulled myself outta bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Noah joined me dressed in his scrubs (damn he looked hot), and had a cup of coffee.
He looked at me in my underwear and asked, “Not working out today?”
“Nah, I’m still tired” I answered. “I think I’m going to go back to bed for a little while.” Noah asked what was wrong, I just shrugged it off. He finished his coffee, then went off to work… he didn’t even notice that I cleaned the house. Good, I thought to myself. He didn’t need to know I was up all night. Before I went back to bed, I texted Seth, ‘Hey, do you have some time to talk this morning?’
He texted back immediately, ‘Yeah, you want to meet for coffee at Merilee’s?’
‘8:30 work?’
‘Yup. I’ll see you the after I drop the kids.’ He answered. Then asked, ‘You okay?’
‘Yup. Just need to talk some stuff through.’ Seth’s final response was a hug emoji. I could always count on him to talk me off the ledge.
I napped for a half hour, showered, got ready for work, then jumped in my dealer car and headed to Marilee’s. My head was a mess, I was hoping Seth could help me clear it. I got to the coffee shop first, ordered, made small talk with Marilee and Ella, then took a table in the corner. Seth showed up about ten minutes later moving fast, and came right to the table. I saw Ella start to make his coffee… he didn’t even need to order.
“Sorry I’m running late. Izzy forgot her Show & Tell at home, so I had to go back” He explained. I could picture her going into b- word mode as Freddy called it. “But I’m here” He said with a reassuring smile. He looked me over, “You look wiped out.” I just nodded. Seth waited for me to talk.
“Um… yeah, I didn’t sleep” I answered, then took a deep breath and said as I exhaled, “Okay, I quit massage… deleted all my massage apps and posts, I’m having the best month ever at the dealership, Noah and I are house hunting, I decided to ask Noah to marry me, I asked his parents for their blessing, got it, bought the ring, I’m planning on proposing this weekend… and… now I’m freaking the fuck out.” It was one long, rambling sentence; I didn’t take a breath.
Seth sat across from me, sipped the coffee Ella had brought him, and smiled. “That’s a lot” he said with a smirk.
“What?” I asked annoyed by his smirk.
“You” He said. “Look at you jumping into the future.” He set his coffee cup down on the table, “So, what’s freaking you out? Too much too soon?” Yup. That was it. I just nodded. “Let’s start with giving up massage, that’s a big deal” He said with understanding. “Massage is your security blanket.” I shot him a look. “What? It’s familiar, it makes you feel wanted, it gives you financial security. That can’t be new information.”
It was and it wasn’t. I knew it. I just didn’t admit it. “No. it’s not. I know it. But fuck, Seth. It’s like I didn’t even give it a thought. Noah told me he didn’t want to do it anymore, and I just said ‘fine’ and deleted it all. Just like that. No thought, no questions asked. Years of building my clientele just erased with a few clicks.”
Seth just sat there with a dopey, knowing smile waiting for me to figure it out, “And you did that because…?”
I thought about it as I sipped my coffee, like I said, I knew why. I just didn’t want to admit it. I sighed, “Because I’ve outgrown massage, I don’t need it. I have a job I love, I have good friends and chosen family…” then I paused and admitted the biggest reason. “I have Noah and I love him.” Seth’s satisfyied smile was pissing me off. “Okay, okay, fine. You’re right. I love Noah, but…”
“But what, Taylor? You’ve worked hard to get where you are. Enjoy it.”
“But I don’t deserve it, and what if it all just goes away?!” I sounded like I was panicking, maybe because I was. So, what did Seth do? He laughed. He fucking laughed.
“Oh, the fuck you don’t” He scoffed. “You had a shit start to life. Seriously, I have seen shit starts and yours is the shittiest.” I’m not sure if it was the substance of his words, or the cursing that was throwing me off. Seth rarely cursed. Whatever it was it made me smirk. “You have worked so hard and fought off so many demons, but look at you now. You’re successful, you’re loved by so many people, especially Noah… this is your reward. A decent life with a decent human being who loves you. He knows your past. He knows about your massage. He knows all of it and he still loves and accepts you... he’s stood by you; he fought for you when you ghosted him. He’s not going anywhere.”
Seth was right. Fuck, Seth was always right. “But this is it. What if I fuck it up, Seth?” I paused to regroup my thoughts, then just put it out there, “This is what I think I want. This is what I’ve been working for… what if I’m wrong?”
“Do you think you’re wrong?”
“No” I barked without thought or hesitation. Then I paused again, “No. I’m not wrong. This is what I want.” Fucking Seth. He just grinned and waved me off like ‘there you go.’ He was right again.
We talked a little bit longer and ended with Seth telling me to follow my heart and my instincts. “You know the answer.” Shit. I did know the answer.
Well, I went on with life as usual for the rest of the week. I closed a few more deals that week, I ignored a couple of massage clients who had my direct number (and blocked their nombers), we looked at a couple of houses, and I picked up Noah’s ring. Friday night came and I still had no clue how to propose. I was restless and decided to go for a drive.
“Hey,” I said to Noah who was sitting on the couch. “I’m feeling a little stir crazy, you wanna take Sally for a cruise with me?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m game” He said, and we left. Just like that.
I just let Sally guide us down the back roads to a quiet spot. It was a dead end road that looked out over the Intercoastal Waterway, the ocean, and Topsail Beach. It was a beautiful spot, you could see everything there. We got out of Sally and leaned our asses against her newly painted hood. We just stood there taking it all in. “Damn, this is beautiful,” Noah whispered into the starlit darkness.
That was the moment I was hoping for. It wasn’t really planned; I had just kinda’ hoped to inspire it. I couldn’t come up with a way to propose, so I thought maybe if we drove around the mood would hit… and it fucking worked.
I moved in front of Noah, faced him, and took hold of both his hands. I inhaled deeply, and said, “It is beautiful here and you’re adding to the beauty.” He rolled his eyes and grinned at my clumsy, cheesy, sappy comment. I didn’t know what the hell to say. “You know, I never felt like I belonged anywhere, and I never really thought I deserved better, but then came you.” I don’t know if I can accurately describe the look on his face. It was like ‘WTF, this is nice, but hey, are you okay… WTF?’ I could see the confusion but I just kept going. “I still don’t think I deserve you, but I love you more than anything…” I had been carrying the ring box around just hoping for the right moment. I reach in my pocket, pulled out the box, opened it, dropped to one knee, held it out and said, “If you will have me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Noah, will you marry me?”
He just stood there, quietly staring down at me. His silence was scaring the fuck outta me! After what seemed like days, he spoke. Even in the darkness I could see tears in his eyes. Fuck! He was gonna say no. fuck, fuck, fuck. “Yes” He whimpered, then repeated stronger and louder. “Yes. Yes. Hail yes I will Marry You!”
My eyes lit up and my face was a giant smile, “Really?”
“Fuck yes!” He said, totally out of character. I stood and put the ring on his finger. “I can’t wait to tell my parents.”
“Um, sorry, they already know” I said. “They approve” I cried when I said it and Noah smiled wide. Then we kissed in the darkness and made it official.
To be continued…
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