Flash Friday – #4

I’m going to go ahead and apologize. This is not a flash. It is well over the allotted word count lol. And it’s not Friday hehehe. I really got into the story.

So, I got to thinking about this yesterday, that I’m sure a lot of you would like to know how Grayson’s and Matilda’s first sexual encounter actually managed to happen with everything that goes on in Mattie’s life. And how exactly does this arrangement work. Here are some answers.

They had been in the same class for a month and though Grayson had been just this side of having to attend sensitivity training, he hadn’t made any true advances toward Matilda. Then one Friday while they were packing up for the weekend, he asked, “Do your kids ever go see their dad on the weekends?”

“Sometimes. He rarely keeps them all weekend though. He’s a sad excuse, but that’s their dad.” She wouldn’t have said as much if Darren hadn’t just texted and canceled his weekend with the boys for the third time this month. “Why do you ask?” She shoved her water bottle into her tote and looked up at him, sitting on the edge of her desk with the mysterious grin of his, like he knew some secret.

“I’d like to take you out. I’ve waited to ask because it seemed like you hadn’t had a weekend without kids. Now it seems like you may not. So I’ll change the invitation, would you and the boys like to go out. We could go to that kid’s pizza place with the giant mouse? What do you say?” His infectious grin spread across her face as well, so she nodded.

“I don’t see why not. Maybe they won’t revolt when I tell them that their father bailed again.” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Would you like for us to meet you there? Or maybe…”

“I’d like to pick you all up. Even though the boys will be there, I’d still like to consider this a date.” His goofy grin made her giggle and then she shook her head. “I’m not kidding, what’s your address and I’ll swing by in an hour or so.”

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“That was awesome, Gray!” Sam squealed as he bounced out of the back of Grayson’s white crew cab. “Mr. Leija, Sam,” Matilda corrected her son for the thirtieth time on the way back to their house.

Grayson placed his hand over hers that was resting in her lap. “That’s fine Matilda. I want them to call me Gray. I’d like for you to call me that. I had fun.” Matilda blushed at his assertion.

“I think the boys had a ton of fun. We definitely were successful in diverting their attentions away from their idiot dad. And you were so kind to listen to me rant. I’m sorry I chewed your ear off.” She blushed again and placed her hand over his. “Thank you for a great evening.” She shifted to leave as well, but he stopped her.

His long fingers wrapped around her chin and pulled her back into a swift, but sound kiss. “If Darren decides to change his mind, give me a call and I’ll come break up the monotony.” He winked at her and released her hand.

When he released her, she left to usher her guppy faced boys into the house, all the while Sam was hooting and hollering, “Mommy, you kissed Gray!”

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“Gray, do you want to come over?” Matilda’s voice was a bit slurred, but she seemed coherent. “Darren finally came and got the boys. They aren’t supposed to be back until Monday morning.”

Her innuendo was very blunt, but the slur made him think twice. “How about I come get you and we go to dinner? Then maybe come back to my place?”

There was silence for a minute, but then a very girlie, “Yes. When?”

They made plans and they both rushed to get ready. Grayson got his room together and did a bit of grooming and Matilda showered and got into her slinkiest ensemble. They both wanted the same thing, but neither knew if it was a good idea. Grayson was worried about her sobriety, Matilda was worried about the implications at work.

By the time Grayson pulled into her drive, they both had decided to hell with it. Matilda bounded out the door before Grayson was fully in park. He got out quickly and opened the truck door for her and caught a glimpse of her rear end as she stepped in, it seemed she wasn’t wearing anything under the very tiny skirt.

Before they could get on the road properly, Matilda had moved to the center of the truck and her hands were roaming his leg. Rubbing up and down his thigh. When her hand finally made contact with its intended purpose, Grayson swerved a bit then hit the gas, “Fuck dinner.”

He slammed to a stop in an unknown driveway and pulled Matilda and her naughty hand out the driver’s door with him. They ran up the steps to the door like a pair of teenagers. Once behind the closed door, Matilda wrapped her arms around his neck and he gripped her hips while slamming her against the wall in the most powerful kiss either of them had ever experienced. Her nimble fingers zoomed through the buttons on his shirt and scraped down his shoulders as she pushed his shirt to the floor. He slowed the kiss, feeling her urgency, but wanting to have the discussion he needed to have with her. “Mattie, we need to talk.”

“No we don’t, not now. Please, take me to bed.” She was fumbling with his pants and he grabbed both her hands.

He walked her to the bedroom which he already set up with all the things of his lifestyle. When he turned on the light and she laid her eyes on the cuffs on the headboard and around the legs at the base, he repeated, “We need to talk.” She nodded and turned scared eyes to him.

He ushered her to the chair sitting across from the bed and left her there. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not that fifty guy. Don’t get me wrong, I want certain things. I want you to be subservient to me in the bedroom, but not outside it. I’m that way because I need to be a part of every aspect of the person’s life that I’m with. I want you to be completely honest with me. I want you to need me. The way I get these things is through this,” he waves his arm toward the bed. “Nothing in this room will hurt you. I will do nothing with which you are uncomfortable. But I do like to take mobility away sometimes because it makes your orgasm that much stronger. I would love to see your cute little ass red from my hand or my crop. And I’ll cut off your sight from time to time to make you feel every single thing I’m doing to you.”

She hadn’t said anything or even blinked. Her hands were worrying her skirt and her eyes darted to the door several times. “What are you thinking Mattie? If I’m too much, I’ll take you home.”

Her eyes shot back to him. “I didn’t say that. This is a lot. I mean, it’s not like I’m a virgin with high ideals or anything, but this isn’t what I’m used to and I’m not sure if I can let you in like that. I’m not looking for a relationship right now. Besides, I just got out of a marriage with an asshole who tried to control me. I don’t want…” He cut off her words with a very tender kiss.

When he released her from his lingering lips, he leaned his forehead on hers. “I’m not going to hold you back, I don’t want to control you. I just want to a part of you. And we don’t have to rush it. I understand you’re not on the market for a relationship, all I want is that you be honest with me, and make the decision on your timetable to give me you. When you make that decision, when you’re willing to give me everything I need, you can just say, ‘I’m yours.’ Until then, we can just have fun.” He grinned and winked at her. “So what do you say to that? A fuck buddy until you’re ready for something different?”

That got a full, hearty laugh out of her. “Don’t hurt me Grayson.” She eyed him seriously and then threw herself in his arms again.

I hope you enjoyed this read. I know, no sexy parts. Lol. Please feel free to leave a comment. As always, happy reading.

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115 thoughts on “Flash Friday – #4

  1. Lol…very true. I thought maybe next week, or maybe I’ll get a wild hair this week and throw in something extra. 😉

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