Fantasy (25 page)
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The next couple of weeks only offered routine work—sleep and seeing Bryce. Yeah, she would like to say that her days were just routine, but Bryce’s father had remained on her mind every single day since she’d met the man. Yes, he’s attractive, successful, and smart, but he’s her boyfriend’s father. She was hoping that with their trip to the tropical island the other night would end the affair. “That’s not the fucking case, though, is it, Raven?” she spoke to herself while having lunch.
For the past week she has fucked Bryce’s father on the train, in his office, at the salad bar, and doggy style in goddamn Central Park.
These torrid fantasy’s were driving her crazy, not to mention making a mess of her good lingerie, it was humiliating enough that she fantasized about a man old enough to be her father, but to walk around with a wet pussy for a week was getting out of hand. She had even gone into one of the student lounges, which rarely got used at the school, so she could masturbate when the pounding of her pussy wouldn’t cease. She just needed to feel his presence like on the island.
What the hell was happening? She couldn’t wait to see Madison tonight so she could just put the shit out on the table, desperately hoping Madison would have some advice. Besides, she could see what’s been happening with her girl’s life, which never had a dull moment to spare.
“Bryce, I’ve never seen you so upbeat. I’m glad to see you’re relaxing more and glad it’s not all office and no life.” Sylvia continued to eat, observing her grandson’s new disposition.
“Grandmother, you worry about me too much. I work to have the life I want, and maybe one day I will have a family of my own to raise.”
“Bryce, darling, don’t you think I understand that? It just seemed to me you weren’t really enjoying life anymore, especially after your mother passed, God rest her soul. Umph, umph, umm.” Sylvia closed her eyes shaking her head from side to side. She loved Bryce’s mother. Karl had found a gem in Beatrice, and she was the type of woman Sylvia was glad to have in the family. It devastated the family when she passed away. The cancer had moved so quickly through her body, no amount of money in the world could have saved her.
Sylvia was determined that Beatrice’s dreams for Bryce were fulfilled, from his education to his selection of the appropriate woman to share his life with. Bryce completed his MBA from Wharton after the death of his mother and was doing quite well working for one of the most prestigious investment firms in the country. The Towson name was well known and Sylvia had to make sure Bryce understood that whomever he chose to be his wife would be his business; however, she would not have them carrying the Towson name if they weren’t up to Towson standards. Sylvia watched, smiling as her grandson shoved his dinner into his mouth; they were having chicken and dumplings, one of his favorite’s, prepared by her, especially for him. Some things never change, no matter how old he became.
“Grand, now what are you smiling about?” Bryce looked up from his plate to catch his grandmother’s loving gaze.
“Oh, nothing, darling. I just love you so much and want the best for you.”
“I know that Grand, believe me. I’m very happy; my career is going extremely well; and I believe I have finally found my wife in Raven.” He lowered his eyes, returning to his meal not waiting for a response.
“She seems like a lovely young lady; I look forward to getting to know her a little better.” Sylvia wiped her mouth placing her napkin in her plate.
“Grand, you need to give her a chance. It’s true she may not have our background or financial means, but what does that mean in the scheme of it all?” Bryce wiped his mouth, sitting up from his plate. He knew his grandmother wasn’t going to let it end there.
“It means a lot if you’re trying to build a life Bryce. Your mother was not from a wealthy background but her drive, ambition, and character was like royalty. Trust me, your grandfather and I put her through a few tests before she married your father.”
“And?” Bryce lifted his left eyebrow, wanting to hear more.
“And nothing, darling. You’re here aren’t you? There were many women vying for your father’s attention, just like the young ladies you’ve paraded past us. They’re no longer around, so I’m figuring they weren’t worthy of your love.” Sylvia rose and began clearing the table.
“Not worthy, or you and dad scared them off.” He began laughing, offering to help clear the table.
“Just sit still, love; I’ll handle it. Besides, I sent the housekeeper home early. This will give me a little exercise for the day.” Sylvia disappeared into the kitchen.
Bryce knew his grandmother’s intentions were good, but sometimes she could be so overbearing. He sat back in his chair, reminiscing on his mother’s advice, which suggested that he worked smart and enjoy life. “Bryce, ain’t nothing free, not even your name. We work hard to maintain our reputations in life; when it’s all done, all you have to stand on is our word, dignity, and name.” The room felt eerie as his mother’s words whispered in his ear. She was a classy woman, just like his grandmother, and he missed her terribly.
Bryce remained at the table thinking about the memories of his mother and grandfather. Sitting quietly he began to think about Raven and how happy she makes him. It was something about her. He longed to be with her as often as he could. She was always happy to see him, and lately her sexual appetite seemed to be on overdrive. There was no opposition from him on that.
Bryce had his share of the society types. He had witnessed first hand the prudes not wanting to suck a dick or the case of “Oh no, not me. I don’t do those type of things.” Pure-as-the-driven-snow bullshit echoed many a night through his bedroom when he wanted his dick sucked or wanted to stroke an ass. That shit was a wrap before he could even get the head of his dick out of his boxers.
He liked to explore all sexual desires and fantasies with his partner; that was non-negotiable. He felt himself to be an experienced lover, not one who dogged women but one that was willing to satisfy them just as much as having his own desires fulfilled. Raven satisfied that part of him she provided him the ecstasy and fantasy exclusively. Although she was struggling to make ends meet financially, she had the potential and desire to make things happen for herself if given the opportunity. He had finally found a complete package in Raven. Mind, body, and soul—she was the one. It wouldn’t be long before he was going to pop the question. Bryce closed his eyes and sat quietly, listening to his grandmother hum
Amazing Grace
as pots clanged in the kitchen.
“You wanna do what with whom?” Madison lifted her head from the refrigerator, mouth full of cold pizza.
“I didn’t say I wanted to do anything. I’ve been having these fantasies and they’re driving me crazy,” Raven responded to Madison, quickly trying to justify her lustful urges.
“Do you know that man is old enough to be your father fresh ass?” Madison lowered her head back into the fridge, searching for her next quick snack.
“Age doesn’t have anything to do with it; the bigger issue is this man is the father of my future husband, and I’ve been fantasizing about fuckin’ him.” Lowering her head, Raven began massaging her temples. A headache was on its way.
“Yeah, you’re right about age; it doesn’t mean a damn thing. I had a few college men when I was a freshmen in high school.” Madison gulped bottled water, flopping on the couch next to Raven. “But, hey, those were college men, not old-ass men. Besides, I heard old men had worms.”
Madison looked at Raven dead serious about what had just come out of her mouth.
Raven looked over at Madison, who hadn’t stopped snacking since she walked in the damn door. “You’re a fool, Madison. Yeah, he’s got a worm alright, and it ain’t the kind you’re talking about, either, fresh ass.”
“And you know this because
. . .
” She grinned through the chunks of pizza in her mouth.
Raven shook her head, ignoring her girlfriend. She could be so off the beaten path at times. Raven needed her support, not to be entertained. She wasn’t in the mood.
“Yeah, now I’m a fresh-ass grown woman.” Madison grinned, still chomping away at the slice of pizza. Madison had no problem with her sexuality; she had men the way men had women no apologies for how she lived her life. The men in Madison’s life varied from hood regulars to professional men; of course; she preferred the latter; they came with more perks and conversations that were of interest. The girl always had a story to share about her soap opera life.
Madison had this hood rich persona, caramel skin, blonde weave, tight jeans, and canal street knock-offs mixed with the authentic labels—gifts from the professional men in her life who bought her attention. Along with this image came many glares from women on the block. “A straight whore,” girls from the neighborhood voiced their distaste of Madison and what they perceived she stood for. Jealous-ass bitches always expected the worst but Madison could give a fuck swinging her fat ass extra hard, especially when their men accompanied them. She flowed through the neighborhood as if she owned it, and that’s what Raven loved about Madison. She wasn’t going to let no one shake her, shit-talkers and all. They’d been friends since grade school; she was always there for support. That’s what mattered to both of them.
“So what you going to do, Rave?” Madison sat staring as if Raven had the answer tattooed across her forehead.
“Ain’t shit I can do but take a cold shower and call it a goddamn day.” There was no reality to Raven wanting to be with Karl; it was a silly schoolgirl crush, and she wished it would just go away. Rubbing her temples a little harder, she tried cursing away the rigid pounding that was now winning the battle.
“Well do you really love Bryce, or are you infatuated with his world?” Madison’s full attention was focused on her girlfriend.
“Yeah
. . .
yeah, I do. I’ve never given a man the key to my apartment, Bryce has total access to me and what’s mine.” Raven stared blankly at Madison.
“Then shake this silly fantasy and make it happen. Has his family accepted you?” Madison continued on with her snacking. “I was invited to their house in the Hampton’s. We leave next Friday,” she responded dryly, head throbbing. The voo-doo didn’t work; she had a full blown migraine.
“The Hamptons!” Madison sat straight up on the couch. “Oh, girl, so they really got a couple of dollars, huh?” she continued on nonstop in her conversation, never noticing there was no response from Raven. “I know I told you before not to stress it because, after all, they are only people with money, but you’re a good girl; Rave; I wouldn’t let them get away. This is war, baby, and you need to make sure you secure your future,” Madison’s voice faded slightly as she headed back to the kitchen.
Sitting silently, staring at the coffee table, Raven couldn’t believe that she was allowing this stupid little fantasy to get the best of her. She once read somewhere that fantasizing was healthy for a relationship, maybe just not for her relationship.
“Hey, Raven,” Madison was now screaming from the kitchen, “you need to take your ass right to the Hamptons and seal the deal, momma, I mean, put the thing-thing on Bryce. “He should be asking for your hand in marriage before you make it back here to the Brooklyn Bridge.” Madison was smacking her lips on her next snack.
Raven couldn’t part her lips to speak her head was throbbing uncontrollably and she was squinting through her right eye, trying to catch a part of Madison’s conversation. The girl was talking so damn fast, she didn’t care to translate any of her advice, not to mention she was back in the refrigerator grazing like a fat-ass cow.
Lying back on the sofa, Raven closed her eyes, trying to get peace from her migraine. The last thing she remembered hearing was Madison mumbling something about placing strawberries and whipped cream in the crack of Raven’s ass and having Bryce eat them from the back to the front. As enticing as that sounded, that was the last thing on her mind. Besides, Madison probably would steal that little trick for her next session.
The weeks passed so quickly there was no time to catch her breath, let alone pack for the weekend. Between work and bonding with Bryce’s grandmother, Raven didn’t have a moment to herself. It was 1:00p.m. and Bryce would be picking her up at 2:00p.m. She hadn’t finished packing. A suitcase and two overnight bags were sitting in the middle of the living room; they’d been packed and unpacked four times. Making her mind up on what to bring for the weekend turned out to be a very challenging process she didn’t want to wear anything that was too provocative, yet all her weekend gear was pretty relaxed and sexed out. The past few weeks had marked a turning point for Raven with Sylvia, and she wasn’t about to screw her process up over a few provocative outfits.
Although Sylvia took up a lot of her time, she figured that to be a good thing for keeping her mind occupied and off of Bryce’s father. The need to seal her relationship with Bryce was top priority, and it didn’t include a threesome with his Pops. Everything was running smoothly during the week, until Karl stopped by his mother’s house while Raven was there having dinner. Just the sight of him made her uncomfortable; she politely greeted him and kept her eyes focused on the plate of food in front of her.
Sylvia and Karl went on with their conversation about an upcoming charity event. The two of them continued to talk for a few minutes before Karl bent over and kissed his mother on the cheek.
“I’ll check on you after my meeting this evening.” Karl rubbed his mother’s shoulder before leaving her side.
“Nice seeing you again as well, Raven.” He winked his eye as he disappeared from the dining room.
Mrs. Towson didn’t miss a beat. She continued with their discussion becoming increasingly comfortable with Raven. They sat and talked nonstop.
Raven was sure Bryce had a lot to do with his grandmother’s newfound interest in her but, more than anything, she knew Sylvia wanted him to be happy. For the most part, their conversations remained lighthearted. When Sylvia quizzed Raven on her future plans, she even discussed Bryce’s mother. There was no denying how much Beatrice meant to the family. Sylvia held her as some type of superwoman. Raven soon realized why Bryce spoke so often about his mother; she was the center of his universe.
In the midst of Sylvia going on and on about Beatrice, the desire for Karl that evening hadn’t stopped. Raven couldn’t help how she was feeling; just seeing him brought out an arousal. Her nipples were so hard she wanted to feel his salt & peppered mustache brush across them.
Sylvia excused herself and went upstairs. Raven had to act quickly on her opportunity to give Karl what he had been staring at from day one. A little sample of his son’s prize pussy wouldn’t hurt. After all it would be best if they kept it all in the family, anyway. She moved towards Karl, unbuttoning each button of her silk shirt,
Karl parted his lips, staring at Raven from the other end of the table, unzipping his pants. He allowed his manhood to flop from the opening. The size of it was more than she had expected.
Raven was a willing participant ready to satisfy him with all she had. Getting down on her knees she crawled towards him, taking his grown man in her mouth. Savoring his flavor, she felt the need to relieve him from his long day’s work. Raven’s mouth was juiced over as she worked feverishly, wanting to taste him before sharing her own juices with him. She moved her wet mouth along his shaft, making sure she was able to lick every vein in his dick.
He began to moan and pump his head deep into the back of her throat.
Raven was turned on by the challenge. She tried to swallow his entire dick, allowing his rawness to hit the side of her jaws with and exuberant force.
“Raven, did you hear what I said, sweetie?” Sylvia’s voice was a harsh welcome back to reality.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Towson. What did you say?” she responded, obviously in a delayed state from her fantasy.
“Did you want me to lower the air conditioning; you have goose bumps all over your arms, dear.” Mrs. Towson motioned for her housekeeper to adjust the temperature on the central air in the house.
“No, Mrs. Towson, I’m fine. She rubbed her hands over her arms, before folding them in front of her, to conceal her erect nipples. Raven was horny as hell and soaking wet between her legs. She was hoping her skirt was catching the sloppy wetness that was seeping from her steamy crotch and dripping onto Sylvia’s fabric-covered dining room chairs.
“Well, as long as you’re comfortable, dear.” Mrs. Towson was watching her every move.
Raven was nervous as hell, wondering if Sylvia knew she was just giving her son a damn good head job. What the hell is she staring at? Raven’s mind began to taunt her with paranoia. She lifted her glass of water and took a sip before speaking. “Mrs. Towson, I really enjoyed dinner this evening. In fact, I’ve enjoyed the time we’ve been sharing, getting to know each other.” She sipped some more water. Her mouth had suddenly become awfully dry.
“So have I, Raven. I think you’re a lovely young lady; I can see why my grandson is so smitten with you.” Clearing her throat, Mrs. Towson continued to speak. “I may seem to be a bit stern at times, but it’s important to make sure you bring the right type of people into your inner circle. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, dear?” She sat back and continued to watch Raven intently.
“Yes, I understand. I know how important your family is to you, and if I were in your shoes I would want the same thing, too.” Raven sat back in her chair looking Sylvia over as well.
“Well, Raven, maybe one day you will be,” Sylvia replied before asking her to join her in the solarium for after-dinner cocktails or tea. Mrs. Towson began walking to the other room.
Raven pushed her chair back from the dining room table. The wetness between her legs alerted her that her pussy was still dripping from the fantasy. She quickly snatched the cloth napkin from her dinner plate, placing it between her legs, wiping the wetness that had been festering for the past twenty-five minutes.
“There, Raven, that’s better.” She sighed. “Now you’re ready for that cocktail.”
Pushing her chair back under the table, Raven shoved the pussy-soaked napkin into her purse as she entered the solarium to join Mrs. Towson.
The day couldn’t have been more perfect if she had planned it herself. Bryce had arrived thirty minutes late to pick Raven up for their trip and, little does he know, she was just closing her bags when he arrived at the door. The sun felt so warm on her legs, beating through the sunroof. A tingle ran throughout Raven’s entire body giving her a satisfying peace.
Bryce couldn’t keep his hands off her legs as he drove into a countryside paradise.
“You look beautiful, Raven.” Bryce continued to rub his hand over her thighs.
“Thanks baby, I’m looking forward to this weekend. I’ve been so tense. I need a relief, and this weekend getaway is the perfect medicine.” Raven shifted in her seat to stop her thighs from sticking to the leather seats. She loved Bryce’s car; it was a bitch-catcher, a 745iL head-turner. Females were always leaning up to see who was driving, and Raven loved to recline the seat back and peek up when one of them called themselves hollering at her man.
“A weekend, huh? Girl, you packed enough shit for an entire month.” Bryce glanced at his back seats, looking at all the bags.
“Shut up, boy. If your trunk was cleared out from all your stuff, I could’ve put the rest of them in there.” Raven playfully smacked Bryce’s hand from her leg.
“Sensitive, are we?” Bryce smiled as he placed his hand back on her thigh, squeezing for comfort. Bryce looked very nice while dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple Polo top. He smelled of her favorite cologne, Ferragamo, which he had been wearing the first day they met. Bryce began to move his fingers towards Raven’s inner thighs hitting them lightly she automatically parted her legs, allowing his fingers to explore the crotch of her shorts.
The friction he was causing between her legs was so arousing he knew it didn’t take much to take her there lately. Bryce was taking advantage of every moment.
There were no complaints on her behalf; she was willing to satisfy him at all cost. Raven couldn’t keep still as the escape of moans soon drowned out Dwele’s crooning on the radio.
There was no competition. Bryce lowered the volume so he could enjoy the music his lover was creating,
Raven reached down to unzip her shorts, kicking them to the floor, positioning her feet against the walnut grained console. She reclined her seat as far back as it could go.
Bryce implanted his middle finger between her legs. Its thickness felt like a small dick, one that Raven would be disappointed with if he possessed. Thank God that wasn’t the case. Moving his finger inside her walls, he tested to see how much she could handle. He offered two more fingers into Raven’s soaked pussy, taking them out every few strokes to lick them before placing them back into the moistness. The gyrating and moaning was mounting as he continued to maneuver the stretch of highway. The trip to the country seemed to go on forever as he continued to drive and she continued to be finger-fucked while watching the sky pass by through the open sunroof.
“Wake up sleepy head. We’re here.”
Raven awoke to Bryce tapping on the passenger side of the window. Sitting up groggy from a deep sleep, thanks to her man, she reached down to pull the zipper all the way up on her half zipped shorts. After climaxing several times on the way to the Hamptons, Raven had retrieved her shorts from the passenger side floor but had had no energy left to zip them before falling off to sleep.“How long was I asleep, baby?” Raven aligned her body horizontally, zipping up the shorts.
“Let’s just say I finished two CDs and stopped at the store twenty-five minutes ago and you didn’t budge once.” Bryce opened the car door, extending his hand for Raven to grab.
“Well, you’re the one that got me started. What did…”
Bryce placed his finger over her mouth, signaling for silence.
She loved when he took control of the situation.
“If I have my way, Raven, I want to make you feel that good all weekend long.” He leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips his mustache tickled her nose.
Laughing, she couldn’t control the excitement that had mounted in her for the weekend. The house was half the size of their home in Westchester, NY; but with that said, it was still a huge piece of property. The circular driveway was paved with stone and what looked to be small pieces of colored glass. It had a real art deco appeal; it reminded her of the houses that were shown in Miami Beach on MTV Cribs. There were beautiful orange flowered shrubs that covered the front of the house, and they complimented the beige and cream stone-washed façade. To the left of the house, ivy grew up the side, adding even more character to the country home estate. Bryce had begun to grab the bags from the car, lining them up on the front steps, allowing Raven to take in her surroundings.
She noticed Karl’s SUV sitting in the driveway along with some sort of two-seater sports car.
“Oh, it looks like your dad and grandmother are already here.” Raven tried to sound nonchalant but her heart began to race; the nervousness of being around Karl all weekend was beginning to stir deep within.
“It looks that way.” Bryce looked at the cars as he entered the house, calling for his family.
“Hey we’re here. Is anyone home?” Bryce walked through the downstairs with no reply from the obviously empty house.
The inside of the house was just as gorgeous as the outside, contemporary furniture sprawled throughout the house, vibrant colors dominating the walls of every room of the house, except the bedroom, where soft dreamy colors were used, promoting comfort and solace. After Bryce gave Raven the complete tour, she was more than impressed with the five-bedroom getaway with master bathrooms in three of the five rooms. The kitchen was gourmet-style, with an island and a seated nook carved right out of the bay window.
“Bryce this is beautiful. It’s like having a small piece of paradise outside of the city. I don’t even feel like we’re anywhere near New York.” Raven spun around in the kitchen like a little girl; the space was huge and felt light and airy.
“Yeah, we like it. My grandmother and I don’t come up here much. My dad and mom use to spend a lot of time here.” Bryce was quiet for a moment.
“All the decorating of the house was her idea. She loved this type of stuff, and we never really changed it. My dad spends time here by himself sometimes.” Bryce walked towards Raven, pulling her into him.
“Well, we’re going to have a great time this weekend with everyone, so let’s just relax and let things unwind.” She hugged Bryce around his waist, feeling his thoughts drifting away.
“Hey, boy, did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah, baby, I heard you. That’s not it. I just wish my dad would find a companion; my mother has been dead for some time, and I know she wouldn’t want him to spend his years alone.” Bryce looked into Raven’s eyes.
“Your dad never dates at all?” She was being nosy for the sake of being nosy.
“Yeah, he does, several women, in fact; but none of them measure up to my mom, so I guess he just feels it’s just something to do until the right one comes along.” Bryce shook his head as he began to laugh.
Frowning, Raven wanted to know what was so funny with that comment.
Bryce hugged her tighter. “Yeah, my dad is acting like a pimp at his age. Women are going crazy trying to be with him, and he’s acting like a high school boy with his hormones out of control.”
“You find that funny?” Listening for Bryce’s reply, the room was silent.
“No not funny, just pathetic on his and the women’s behalf. It seems the older they get the more they revert back to younger years. These grown-ass women are laying up with my father, hoping to be the wife.”
“Can you blame them, Bryce? You and your father are both handsome, educated, funny, and
. . .
” Raven stopped in mid sentence.
“Go ahead, you can say it Raven. Wealthy, right?” They sat down in the living room on the sofa.
“Yeah, wealthy. You two are a fantasy come true for many women, a knight in shining armor.” That was the true reality as she watched Bryce pick at his belt buckle.
“Yeah, maybe that’s why it’s so important to get the right woman because, Raven, this is not a fantasy; it’s real life, baby, real in living color.”
Raven leaned over into Bryce and nestled in his arms. He was right, this was real life and not a fantasy. So, the fact that she had been fantasizing about fucking his father would not go over well in this conversation. She had to shake this silly shit. After all, she had a strong feeling Bryce was interested in making her the wife, and unlike those women who’ve been dealing with his father, lucky bitches, the odds of them landing his last name to seal the deal was damn near impossible. What she found in Bryce was someone who really cares for her; and from their hours of discussions, he is focused on handling their business together as a committed couple. What more could they want?