Becca. Just as I should have guessed, a few minutes later, a direct call came in on my phone and with a brief glance, I saw it was from my friend. With a swift move of my hand, I ended the call and this continued for a few more minutes as she persisted in calling me. Unable to bear it again, I flipped my phone to the switch button and with a finger it went off. Pulling the pillow to my back, I closed my eyes, trying to breathe easier. Just then I heard the phone ringing downstairs and I knew it would be no other person but Cindy. ‘Damn friendship and nosey girls.’ I cursed wildly knowing my anger is more of a deploying tactic to keep her at bay from trying to convince me to do what I did not want to do. I knew deep down that I must not allow myself to speak with her or even see her face to face, else my anger might dissipate and I fear for what she would make me do. I heard a knock on my door and after a brief response, Mary, my elderly maid poked her head around the door. “
Becca.They both sighed dramatically and my daughter gave me a pitying look while accompanying it with a shake of her little head.“Calm down, Mum, it is not that serious. We just want you to know we invited a guest over to the house.” My son finally revealed casually.It’s after I had my own kids I knew what it means to say the bottom dropped out of one’s stomach and today is another evidence of it because that’s how I’m feeling again right now; so scared and excited at the same time. “What have you done? Which guest did you invite again without telling me?” I demanded shrilly and my kids dropped my hand to scramble backward.Total nonsense! They sure knew I would not raise my hands at them. At least, not for scolding.“We did nothing Mum. I mean, nothing that is considered to be crazy.” Erica corrected slowly.“Okay, so who did you invite to the house?” I asked again slowly, while trying and hoping for calm.“Uncle Christos, Mum. It was only Uncle Christos we invited.” My son suppl
Christos.I was having a small talk with Eric downstairs at the front hall while we waited for Erica whom I was told was getting dressed when I heard light footsteps. Glancing up slowly, I was confounded when I saw Erica walking down the stairs with her mother following more sedately behind.Her beautiful hot looking mother! Whom I had thought might not show up to even wave a goodbye.Raising my head higher to look directly at her, metallic blue eyes crash passionately into coffee brown and I finally realised why the thought of the mystery girl had become almost nonexistent.It is because another different witch is taking over my thoughts. This particular woman whom I never knew had such power and so I underestimated her.I don't know how she did it but it’s apparent she has been busy threading her way to my head and thoughts without my permission.“Mum will be going with us, Uncle Christos.” Erica Summer broke the lengthening silence in the room and I felt waves upon waves of excitem
Christos.Sending a swift glance to the counter, I saw the telling twitch on the corner of the attendant’s mouth and I knew she had heard the words too.Slowly, I brought my face downward to look at that little human and she had nothing on her face but pure innocence.Balderdash! I was not deceived.“Did you say something?” With a little frown and stern voice that was meant to discourage, I asked softly.“Yes, Uncle Christos. I said you like my Mummy. Don’t you?” The girl had enough audacity to repeat herself, obviously not scared of me.Unsure of how to respond, I pretended to take an imaginary flint of my impeccable black suit.“Everything is fine with your dressing, Uncle Christos.” Really! The girl would not even allow me to pretend or breathe in peace.Unsure of what to say, I decided to push the question to her.“Why did you say this, Erica?” I sure hoped she would say anything but the words I did not want to hear.It would not help our friendship at all if they said they did no
Christos Fighting an intense arousal in front of little kids is not the best way to spend an evening, I must tell you. “What will you do if I dare slide my fingers all the way in?” I murmured softly, making sure only she could hear my words. “You would not dare.” She murmured back with a glare and I smiled. “What if I do?” I retorted wolfishly and I saw the flare of fear and awareness in her eyes. “Then you will force me to slap you in front of all these people.” She lashed out in a saccharine voice. “Is that all you can do to discourage me? You think I am scared of a little slap?” I felt disappointed; I had been hoping she would say something more effective. “You might not be scared of a little slap but I know you are scared of the media.” She affirmed and I laughed softly. “Scared of the media? My girl, I ain’t scared of no shit.” I informed her with a snort. “Not scared maybe, but I know for a fact that you, Christos Fernandez, will not love to be in the news with your fac
Christos I took a few minutes to compose myself before raising myself to my full height. I could feel the eyes of their Mother on me as we both stood silently in that room. “Hmm—aha—shall we go downstairs?” I finally volunteered reluctantly with a cough. “Aha—yea, sure.” She murmured in a self awareness startle. Watching the swaying of her hips under that little red thing she probably called a dress, I felt the excitement in my groin and I knew it would not just be easy to walk away as I planned. She definitely had another thing in mind as she walked briskly towards the door. To throw my ass out maybe. “Thank you so much for the outing, the kids really enjoyed the attention from you.” And despite my good intentions just now, I felt a devil’s desire to tease mercilessly. Her making this seem as if it’s all about the kids alone got me provoked. “We hope we can do this again.” I prodded and she gave me an askance look. “What?” She asked in confusion. “You were supposed to say
Christos.With no mercy or consideration for her dress, I took the advantage of her momentary silence to pull it down to her waist to reveal her highly pointed breasts and with a flick of my finger, I drew the cup of her bra downward before lashing unto a nipple with my hungry mouth.‘You beast!” She suddenly found the strength to insult me even as she moaned and my answer was to keep loving her with my lips, hands and mouth.I never knew it was possible for a woman to be so vocal in her passion. She kept moaning and shivering with the power of the emotion I was invoking in her.Determined to make her see and accept what was happening between us, I drew my hand below and even through her pants I could see she was all wet and ready for me.Trailing my tongue slowly from her breast to her tummy and waist, I licked every damn skin in my path and with a flick of my fingers, I had her panties down to her knees before she could process my moves.“What are you doing?” She finally became cons
Christos.Drawing my head back to take in the much needed air, I looked into her deep brown eyes.“You are quite a bundle of delightful surprises, yineka mou.” I confessed huskily and I could see the pleasure reflected in her eyes.This time around, it was she who made the move as she drew my head to her breasts. Cupping the fullness of her breasts in both hands, I capture the tightly presented peak in my mouth.I could feel the sensation of it all the way to her toes as she writhed under my ministrations with me sucking gently on her globes.At a point, she raised her hand as if to push me away—only it did not happen because at that same moment, I allowed my teeth to lightly graze her sensitive nipple and soon she was groaning and clinging to me as the smooth, sharp feel of my tongue and measured suck drew pleasure on the edge of tight, stinging pain down to her sexy toes.Maybe she knew or sensed my tension in the way I kept sucking hard on her globes because without raising my head