Life After College

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Chapter 5

Dicky was discharged the next day with strict instructions to not do any heavy lifting, or too much moving. He was also told by the police department, that he was given a week off to recuperate. “Are you hungry?” I asked him once we arrived back home.

“No thanks. Could you help me to the bedroom?”

“Sure.” I carried his gym bag that he kept his police things in and I walked next to him up the stairs. The medicine he was prescribed, had side effects of drowsiness, nausea, and fatigue. I thought maybe he was getting sleepy. When we got to the bedroom, I laid his bag in the corner. “Sit down, I’ll get you some nightclothes.” Dicky sat on the side of the bed and I walked to the drawers and grabbed him a pair of black boxer/briefs and his favorite dark blue school t-shirt he bought when we were in college. It was made of a soft cotton material; and though the dark color and the letters on the front have nearly faded from all the many washes, it’s still his favorite shirt. I have to admit, he feels wonderful in it.

When I turned around and walked back over to him with the clothes, he tossed them over his shoulder and grabbed me by the hips. “Dicky, what are you doing?” He pressed his face against the lower part of my stomach and inhaled.

“You are so sexy.” He replied huskily. He put his hands under my shirt to my back and lifted them, so my belly was showing. Then he leaned down and gave me a kiss there.

“You know what the doctor told you.......”

“I know. That’s why I want you to ride me.”

“Wait a minute. I........”

“Please baby. I haven’t had you in so long.”

“Hon, it’s only been two days. And the doctor doesn’t want you to be moving that arm too fast.”

“I know. But I’ve gotta have you, Drew. I promise, I’ll be careful.”

Like I said earlier, I’m a softy. I agreed to the sex with Dicky, but I made him promise me to tell me if he’s in pain and we’d stop. Once we both stripped and prepared ourselves, Dicky laid on his back with his hands on my hips as I slowly bounced up and down his dick. I hissed at the -at first- pain then pleasure. “That’s it baby,” Dicky said to me as he started to roll my hips into him. “ride daddy’s dick.” Every now and then, we both enjoyed a bit of dirty talk. Me more so him.

Suddenly, his penis grazed across my prostate and I gasped. “Shit! Oh shit! Shit!” I started to speed up and when I would lift up to where only the tip of him is inside me then slide back down, Dicky would lift his hips and ram into me. He pretty soon found the right angle and rubbed against my sweet spot every time. That got me very vocal. I could feel my orgasm coming, and I leaned over him with my hands holding above him. Dicky saw me squeeze my eyes shut and he knew I was very close. So, he grabbed me by the base of my dick and squeezed.

“Not yet, baby.” He panted. With his other hand, he held my hips still and pounded into me with short plunges. Dicky panted harder. “Do you want it, Drew?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, I want it.” With him holding my dick in his hands and his own buried deep within me, hitting my prostate every time, I felt I was on the verge of seeing stars.

“What do you want?” He asked me.

“Come inside me.” I said. Suddenly, Dicky started jerking me in time with his thrusts. We both started moaning uncontrollably, until I stilled with my neck cocked back, my eyes shut, and my mouth open. I shuddered the longest orgasm I probably ever had. Dicky fucked me three more quick times before he too shuddered his.

I collapsed on top of him and he gently rubbed the back of my head and kissed me, while he continued to very, very, very slowly rock his hips and fuck me. I slightly winced and groaned with his penetrations. I was pretty surprised that after a while of the gentle banging, my groin was beginning to stir again. I could feel his softened member start to harden all over again. Dicky held me close to him and fucked me again. A couple times I heard him just call out my name while we were moaning together. The sex didn’t last as long as the first nor did we come as much as last time, but it was just as exhilarating.

When we finished the second time, we were both sweating like hogs and I had so much semen coming from inside me that my lover’s dick just slid out of me on its own. “Did I hurt you?” I mumbled. I was so exhausted, I could barely move my mouth to speak.

Dicky started to rub my head again. “No.” He rolled us both over to our sides. “I would ask you to join me in the shower, but I’m too damn tired to move.” We both chuckled. That was all we could manage to do.

We napped for a little while, before we got enough energy to move to the bathroom and take a bath. I sat in front of Dicky and we both washed each other’s hair. After we were done, we simply sat and held each other for a while before we got ready for bed again.

The days were getting cooler and Halloween was drawing near. I was back at work and so was Dicky. They finally hired more officers, so they had more man power and he didn’t have to work Saturday anymore. When I returned, Alex Walton fired Dennis Hurt for spreading rumors about me to the fellow employees and patients. Everything was back to normal. Atleast in our professional lives anyway.

Halloween night rolled around and we decorated the house in fake spider webs, skeletons, carved jack-o-lanterns, motion activated skull heads, and had Halloween music playing in the background. I was dressed up as a vampire with my white face, red lips, dyed black hair, fangs, and cape. Dicky had on a black outfit -head to toe- with a full size skeleton printed on the entire front of him and the back of the skeleton printed on the back. We had a bench outside on the front porch and he laid across it when kids would start to walk up the steps. It was so dark outside by then, that you could only see the skeleton of his outfit. To them, he looked like a limp dummy doll laying on the bench. After I’d give them their candy, Dicky would scare them and they’d take off down the street. Now, we didn’t do it to the younger children, but the older ones............it was priceless.

Outside, the sidewalks on both sides of the street were filled with ghosts, goblins, witches, vampires, angels, Bart Simpsons, M&Ms, ninjas, even Elvis’. Some trick or treaters were with their parents, while the slightly older ones were together in groups enjoying themselves. That’s why I loved that neighborhood. They have sweet, wholesome, innocent fun. Then you look to my neighbor’s house and you wonder why they haven’t caught on.

“What the hell is all that noise?” Dicky asked me as we stood on the front porch. “Are they at it again?”

“I think so.” I answered. The yelling was unavoidable. Trick or treaters passing by looked and wondered was it a part of their Halloween act.

“That’s it. This is getting ridiculous.” Dicky yanked off his mask and walked off the porch next door to the Graves’ home.

Daniel answered. “What?!” He yelled.

“Hey, I’m Officer Taylor. I live next door. Is their a problem over here?” Daniel quickly realized he was talking to an officer of the law and his mood changed.

“Oh no, officer. There is no problem here.” Dicky saw Jessica standing a few feet behind him with a well-worn look on her face.

“Jessica. Is everything okay over here?” Dicky asked sternly. Jessica hesitated for a minute, then she shook her head “no.” “Come on. You and Sofia can come to my place.” Just as she grabbed Sofia’s arm and was about to walk around Daniel, Daniel took an domineering step closer to Dicky.

“Now wait a minute.” He argued. Dicky placed his hand on Daniel’s chest to stop him. His stern look and his intimidating power over him, shut Daniel up real fast.

“Step back, sir.” Dicky told him. Daniel stared at him for a moment, then he stepped aside for his wife and daughter to walk out. “They’ll be back after you have cooled down some.”

When they got to our house, I decided to take Sofia out trick or treating. I figured she probably hadn’t been out all night, since she didn’t have a costume. With the little bit I had left, I painted her face white with red lipstick, and painted her nails black. She went as my mini vampire. Dicky stayed at home with Jessica to talk to her about what they were fussing about.

After a few short hours, Jessica thought it best that she and Sofia went back home. When the night grew late and all the little trick or treaters were gone home, I washed off all the makeup and crawled into bed in my red briefs and t-shirt. “You still up?” Dicky asked me once he stepped out the bathroom.

“Yeah. I wanted to wait up for you. Twenty minutes, Dicky. No one stays in a bathroom no longer than you do.”

He laughed as he walked over to his dresser with a towel wrapped around his waist. “I believe in being thorough in my bathing.”

“So do I.”

“Ok. Then I believe in being very thorough.” He took off his towel and tossed it in the arm chair in the corner and slid into some black boxer/briefs. I placed my arms behind my head and stared at the ceiling.

“I just can’t believe how bad their fighting got tonight. It was unbelievable.”

Dicky sighed. “We’re still not talking about this are we?”

I looked over at him. “Yes. Why? Is there something else you want to talk about? Claims your attention?”

He slid under the covers next to me. “Yes. Us. You haven’t forgotten about Thanksgiving have you? My mother is expecting us for dinner in New Bern.”

“When?” I asked stunned.

“Andrew.” Dicky said disappointed.

I smiled and slid closer to him, wrapping my arm around his waist. “I know. I didn’t forget.” I kissed him slowly.

“You’d better have known.” He said seductively as he leaned me back on the bed and pulled the covers over us completely. Under there, he’d play his, what I like to call, Lip Games, and kiss and stick his tongue in sensitive places on my body; like kissing my lower abdomen and my inner thigh, and stick his tongue in my belly button and my ear. Sometimes when he wanted to get a real response from me, he’d lick his finger and rub slowly behind my ear.

“You’d better behave, Officer Taylor.” I told him. “I might have to arrest you.”

Before we knew it, October flew by and November was among us. That meant we had two weeks until we were to fly across the country to North Carolina. During that time since Halloween, I’ve been talking with Jessica every night. She’d call when she couldn’t get to sleep, if Daniel just finished yelling about something, if she was crying, if she just got back from talking with her PI about another set of photos he had given her, or if she simply needed someone to talk to. I didn’t mind it. Dicky, however, wasn’t crazy about it. One night, I was in bed on the phone and Dicky was lying next to me. All of a sudden, he starts kissing and rubbing all over me. Jessica was on the line telling me about what her PI told her and I wanted to hear it. When Dicky sat up to kiss my lips, I put my hand over his mouth. “Hold on, Jessica.” I looked at him. “Not now, Dicky.” He sighed against my hand and moved away. So far away in fact, that he was on the other side of the bed with the covers to his neck.

So you can imagine the tension between us by the time our day to go to North Carolina came. Never deny a man sex because you want to talk on the phone. They remember that stuff. When we were on the plane, I finally asked him, “What’s wrong with you? You’re not still mad about the phone thing are you?”

“Nope.” Dicky answered very blandly. He had his legs crossed at the knee and was flipping through a magazine the stewardess gave him.

“Dicky......”

“I’m fine, Drew.” I threw up my hands in defeat.

When we arrived in New Bern, NC., we took a cab and drove to the suburbs. North Carolina is a big difference from the fast pace, hot and sunny, California. New Bern was cold, with not as many houses as we’d normally see. It was the first time I’d been to the east, except far east when I went with my parents to visit my mother’s native England. Down here though, it says old, welcoming, and pleasant. It was the type of place you’d go to ‘get away from it all’. I felt myself relaxing a bit more just from looking out the car window. There were a lot of old colonial buildings, docks, boats, water, town houses, libraries, and parks.

After a forty five minute drive from the airport, we finally made it to Dicky’s old home. The house was very big. A pale yellow colonial house, with white trimmings. The front porch was huge with wide steps and was decorated with old white rocking chairs, a white swing, and plants placed on the white railings of the porch. The house was located in the center of the flattest, greenest, thickest grass I’ve ever seen. To be an old house, it was very well kept. The cab driver helped us get our suitcases from the car then Dicky paid him and he drove off. I saw a smile come over Dicky’s face when we started for the front door. “Well, this is home.”

“It’s beautiful.”

He grinned a little and nodded his head. “Mama is quite extraordinary at keeping house.” We got to the top of the steps and he knocked on the old white screen door. We heard slight rustling from inside, then swift footsteps. His mother opened the door with a big smile on her face. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, with silver hair that she kept cut short and styled in a very modern do for her age. She was of a slightly hefty weight; the size that would do justice in a big hug, her nails were painted red and well manicured, and her makeup was flawless. She was wearing a blue and white stripe button down shirt and jeans, and she had a red Hug The Cook apron on.

“Hey sweetpea, you made it!” The woman chuckled as she gave Dicky a hug.

“Hey, mama.” As they broke up, he put his hand on my shoulder. “You remember, Andrew.”

“Of course I do. Come’ere and give your mother-in-law a hug, with your cute little self.” I knew I remembered loving this woman the last time I saw her at the wedding. We hugged and she smelled like freshly prepared food. I didn’t realize just how hungry I was. The plane food is terrible.

“Hello, Vivian. Good to see you again.”

She broke away and opened the front door wider. “Well, y’all come on in and place those suitcases in the room so you can eat. I know you two are hungry after having to eat that slop they give you on the plane.” We followed her inside.

“What did you fix, mama?” Dicky asked.

“I didn’t fix much today. I spent most of the time preparing for thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. I’ve made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and your favorite fried apple pies.” My mouth was drooling. My mother never would’ve dreamed of fixing a big dinner when she knew she had to fix thanksgiving dinner the very next day. “You two go on up and get out those traveling clothes. You’re making me uncomfortable with all that formal wear.” We weren’t really formal -no suits or anything- but the type of clothes you’d wear for a night out in town. I thought it was funny she called that formal. My kind of woman.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Mama prefers everyone to wear t-shirts, sweat pants, and socks.”

“Fine with me.” I replied.

Dicky showed me upstairs and down the hall to the last room—his old room. It was painted a bluish green color and all his furniture was of old stained wood; including his floor which was sparkling from being recently polished. After I changed into my gray sweat pants, shirt, and ankle socks and he in his black ones, I started for the door again. Dicky grabbed my arm before I could open the door. “Wait.” He said. I stopped and stood in front of him, waiting. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t be so smothering of you. Jessica is new in town and she needs someone to talk to. I should be more relenting.” He laughed a little. “We are still technically newlyweds, and I thought she was taking you away from me. So I was jealous. I just want you all to myself.”

“You do have me all to yourself. No one is gonna take me away from you.” I leaned in, kissed him, and gave him a hug. “I’m sorry too, Dicky. These next three days, it’s just going to be you and me. Nobody else. ” I stepped back from him and reached for the door knob. “Now, lets go downstairs. I’m starving.” He chuckled and followed me out.

By the time we finished eating, I was about to explode, I was so full. I sat back in my chair and held my full stomach. “Sweetpea, I believe Andrew over there is about to have twins. Look at that belly.” Vivian laughed.

“You’d think he would be. He ate, what, three pieces of chicken, and two helpings of mashed potatoes and green beans, AND one and a half fried pies?”

“Shut up.” I murmured. I could feel a burp coming on and I didn’t have the strength to stop it. I burped and it was loud, very loud. “Excuse me.” Vivian and Dicky laughed.

“Feel any better?” Vivian asked me.

“Much.” I answered.

“So ma, when is Diana and Christine getting here?”

“Diana called and said they were hitting the road early tomorrow morning. They wanted to come today, but Paul couldn’t get off work until then. Christine’s art exhibit doesn’t finish up until tonight. She and Lil’ Nathan were leaving tomorrow morning too.” Diana and Christina were Dicky’s older twin sisters. Diana was a second grade teacher in Houston, Texas with her husband, Paul Delroy, the twelfth grade math teacher. Christina was an owner of her own art museum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her six year old son, Nathan. They are nice folks. I met them at our wedding. They don’t seem to mind that their little brother married a man. After a few more minutes of talking, we all called it a night.


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