Magnolia Blossoms (15 page)

“I thought you said that you were going to stay above the covers,” I chide.

“Is this so bad?” he asks, taking my hand in his so he can gently kiss my palm.

“No, not bad at all,” I answer with a smile. He laces his fingers through mine and pulls me closer. It’s not long before his breathing becomes slow and steady. Mine matches his, and before I know it, I’m asleep, too.

I wake up first, so I take the opportunity to look Nick over. He’s incredibly good looking—handsome, rugged, fit. His dark black hair that has a slight wave to it, tanned olive colored skin, and his piercing, brown eyes, even though I can’t see them, leave me weak in the knees. I wonder what he looks like naked.

I notice that he’s beginning to stir, and I feel like surprising him. He’s on his back, so I slide as close to him as possible and roll myself so that half of my body is on top of him. His thick thigh wedges between my legs, and I’m suddenly feeling quite warm.

Without opening his eyes, he slides me higher so that our lips touch. Somewhere during that time, he rolls on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. I’m scared yet aroused at the same time. “Oh, Maggie. You’re so beautiful,” he breathes into my ear. I wriggle and writhe beneath him, not to get away, but from the pure carnal bliss I’m experiencing. He nuzzles my neck, and I feel it in my core.

“Do you feel me, Maggie? Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks, pressing his solid erection against my thigh.

“You’re so big, and hard,” I sputter with astonishment.

“You know exactly what a man wants to hear.” He kisses me again, this time hard and fervently.

“I do?” I gasp after the kiss.

“Yeah, you do. Can I touch you? Is that okay?” he asks in between short kisses. I nod. He sighs loudly as he takes my breasts in his hands. “Perfect,” he mumbles. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, his hand slowly slides under my shirt, and now he’s caressing my breasts through my bra. “Do you want to feel me, Maggie? You can touch it if you want to.”

Do I dare? We’re already moving faster than the schedule I’d set in my mind. Okay, I have to figure out how far I’m willing to go, and I have to do it quickly. Do I want to touch his penis? Yes. Am I ready for him to see me naked? Not really, but what he’s doing to my breasts makes me wonder what he’d do to them if they were bare. I remember Honey telling me about all the things guys like to do with boobs. Decision time: I won’t have sex, but maybe I could try some of the things he’s willing to teach me.

Up first, feeling a penis for the first time ever! The thought makes me want to giggle out loud, but I don’t dare. A grin spreads across my face as my hand slowly inches towards his erection. He sucks in a breath when I touch him over his pants. “Ah, Maggie,” he breathes. His hand beside mine, he fumbles for his zipper.

Oh, my gosh! I’m not only going to touch it; I’m about to see it! A real one. Not a plastic one, not one on TV, an in-the-flesh honest-to-goodness dick. I choke back the nervous laughter that threatens to escape. He slowly drops his pants, and his erection springs forward like a mighty beast. I’m curious, impressed, and uncertain all at the same time. What do I do? Think! What did the women in the pornos do? Part of me wants to swat it around like a cat toy, but I’m pretty sure that’s not right. Then it all comes flooding back to me. Hambo the military guy told Sally Sweet that tough men like it rough. Nick’s a tough guy. A cop is kinda like a military guy, right? I do my best to mimic what she did in the video.

Leaning into him, I kiss him a couple of times before I get the courage to do my special move. He’s nice and relaxed, enjoying the attention when I grip his shaft and squeeze it as hard as I can. Nick launches from the bed. “What the fuck?” he screams, just as he trips over the pants pooled around his ankles. He falls forward and a sound comes from him that no human should ever make.

“Nick!” I scream. “What happened? Are you okay?” I squat next to him. He’s barely breathing. It’s a struggle, but I finally roll him over to find that his breathing is still insanely ragged, and even though he tries, he’s unable to speak. “Nick, I don’t know what to do,” I cry.

Between shaky breaths, Nick requests, “My penis. Tell me what it looks like.”

“Uh, it’s straight from the base to about halfway then it kind of points towards your head.”

“Oh, fuck,” Nick says before losing consciousness. I immediately call for an ambulance, and then toss a sheet over him while waiting for it to arrive. One guess who the responding medic is. I meet him at the door.

“Magnolia, does trouble follow you, or do you make the trouble?” Jace asks as he comes in the door. “What happened this time?”

“First, it’s not what you think. Nothing happened.”

Jace scrunches his eyebrows, “Okay, whatever. What’s the emergency?”

“It’s Nick, and it’s bad. Quick, in here,” I say, leading him and his partner into the bedroom. Nick is just beginning to stir when Jace pulls back the sheet to assess the damage.

He looks as though he wants to puke, and slowly lowers the sheet back into place. “Penile fracture,” he says to his partner.

“Pain. Unbearable,” a red-faced Nick mutters.

“Gotcha covered,” Jace says, pulling a prefilled syringe from his medic bag. After starting an IV, he injects the contents into a port. Within seconds, relief begins to show on Nick’s face. “You coming with us to the hospital?” Jace asks, picking up the wrappers left behind.

“Yes. I’m coming,” I say, quickly grabbing my purse. I also take Nick’s wallet and keys, and after locking up, I dash to catch up with them. Jace’s partner jumps in the back with Nick, and once again, I’m sitting up front with Jace.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” he asks.

“Not particularly because it’s incredibly embarrassing. But, I’m going to tell you anyway, so you can tell me what I did wrong.”

Jace scrunches his nose while scratching the back of his neck. “Lay it on me.”

“We were kissing and stuff, and Nick asked me if I wanted to see, you know,
it
. He unzipped his pants,
it
popped out, but I didn’t know what to do with, you know,
it
. Then I remembered a movie I watched where Hambo tells Sally Sweet that tough guys like it rough. She was gripping and massaging
it
, and he kept asking her to do it harder. I figure that since Nick is a cop, that he might like it that way, so I gave it a squeeze.”

“Jesus, Mags! How hard did you squeeze it to make it snap like that?” Jace questions.

“I didn’t do that! That happened when he launched out of bed, and the pants he was wearing got caught around his ankles. He tripped and fell. That’s how it got crooked.”

“I can’t believe I’m asking this. Mags, when you were doing the whole touching thing, did you start out slowly and work your way to something a little rougher, or did you just go for it?”

“I just went for it.”

Jace winces. “That’s what went wrong. If you learn anything from this, know that penises are pretty sensitive. You don’t have to be rough with them. Start soft, and if the man you’re with wants it rougher, he’ll let you know. Okay?”

I nod, tears starting to well in my eyes. “How bad did I hurt him?”

“He’s going to be out of commission for a while, and it’ll be a painful recovery.”

“Do you think I should leave? I’m sure he hates me.”

“Only one way for you to find out, Mags, and that involves sticking around.”

“I guess you’re right. At the very least, I owe him an apology.”

“I think that’s a good call,” Jace affirms.

They wheel Nick into the ER, but I’m not allowed past admitting. I give as much information as possible to the admin clerk before taking a seat. A few hours later, a nurse comes for me.

“Excuse me, are you with Nick Ferrera?”

“I am,” I answer, tossing aside the magazine I’m thumbing through.

“He’s asking for you. You can follow me.”

I do as she requests, but suddenly freeze when I arrive at Nick’s cubicle. The nurse gives me a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder before bustling off to do some paperwork. I slowly pull the curtain back to find Nick semi-reclined in the bed. His eyes are closed, but when he hears the curtains rustling, he opens them.

“Maggie?” he asks.

I move a little closer. “Yeah, it’s me. Nick, I’m so sorry..”

“Shhhh,” he says, sloppily bringing his fingers to his lips. “Don’t blame yourself for this. It’s my fault. I should have talked you through it a little more. I sometimes forget that you… Well, anyway. Please don’t do that again. That was bad. Before was good, but that was bad, bad, bad. No squeezy, wheezy.” He giggles. “No grip, trip.” He giggles again. “No clench, flinch.”

“I promise. Are you in pain?”

“Not anymore,” he says with a sloppy grin.

“Should I call someone from your family to sit with you?”

“Nope. They’re letting me go home, but I’ll need someone to stay with me. You up for it? I promise, no funny business.” He laughs hysterically. “Wait. I forgot. You broke my penis.”

“Nick, I feel terrible.” He reaches out to cover my mouth.

“Shhhh. No apologies. My pee-pee is broken, but I can still kiss those luscious lips of yours. Come here, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me towards him.

“Nick, I don’t think…” He kisses me long and hard, but mid-kiss he pulls away.

“Nope. Can’t kiss you like that. More swelling going on. Not good.” He pulls the covers back to reposition an ice pack that is placed over the area. “Ah, better. Remember when I held your ice pack after you hurt your ankle? Will you hold mine?” he asks, laughing. The laughing stops almost immediately, “Owww, no thinking that way either. Swelling.” He takes a deep breath and then spews a number to me. “Call him. His name is, oh fuck, what is his name? Oh yeah, Porkchop. He’s my friend and he will come to get us, and he’ll bring us home.”

“Porkchop?” I ask to be sure I’d heard correctly.

“Yup. Pooooorkchoooooopah”

I dial the numbers, and a man answers on the second ring. “Hello, Mr. Chop? Porkchop?”

“Who is this?” he asks.

“I’m Maggie Berrybush, and I’m a friend of Nick’s. He had an accident, but he’s fine. He’s being discharged from the hospital and needs a ride home. He said I should call you.”

“What in the hell did he do now? Did that dumb ass finally go for a swim in the gator pond?”

“Huh? No. He fell and hurt something.”

“Something? What something? His arm, his leg, his wrist?”

“His penis.” I heard Porkchop wince through the phone.

“Awww, shit man. That’s bad news. Look Maggie, give me ten minutes, and I’ll be there.”

Porkchop is true to his word and arrives within ten minutes. He looks every bit as I’d imagined: rotund, long scruffy beard, grease stained shirt, and a badge hanging around his neck.

“So I hear you broke your dick. They tell me they splinted it with a set of toothpicks.” Porkchop loudly teases Nick before turning to me. “My apologies for the foul language, but it’s too good of an opportunity to let pass by.”

I’m not sure if it’s his size or his loud and crass nature, but I’m extremely intimidated by this man. “Uhm, it’s fine. T-thank you for coming to get us.”

“No problem. I had some business in the area anyway. Come on, let’s get this sad sack of shit into the car. I’m parked on the ER ramp.”

“I hear you,” Nick slurs.

“What’s your point?” Porkchop teases.

The only delay in leaving is a slight one as the nurse helps to get Nick into a wheelchair. After that, everything sort of falls into place. Porkchop helps me get him inside and into the bed. Nick’s out cold, so he’s no problem. Porkchop also volunteers to get Nick’s scripts filled and to pick up a few things from the grocery store, so I readily take him up on that offer. “Anything else” he asks as he glances over the list.

“Yes. Will you tell me why they call you Porkchop?” I finally work up the nerve to ask.

“It’s kind of a vulgar story. I’ll try to clean it up some. Me and my buddy were banging this super rich married woman one night…”

“You know, maybe you should save that story for another time? I think I hear Nick moaning in there; he could probably use those meds.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll be right back,” he says with a lopsided grin. Once he’s gone, I wonder who the buddy is that he was talking about. Surely it wasn’t Nick? Maybe it was? Maybe one day I’ll get up the nerve to ask Nick about it. For right now though, my focus is on him and his recovery. He barely stirs when I change out the icepack, so I lightly kiss his forehead before settling onto the sofa with a book.

Porkchop comes and goes with the supplies, and I take a minute to call Honey to fill her in on the latest. She vows that we’re going to run through the full spectrum of intimacy possibilities once I make it back to her place so there will be no future concerns about such an event occurring again. It’s late by the time we disconnect, so I quickly search through Nick’s dresser drawers for something to wear. I find a set of pajamas, but the bottoms are way too big to even consider donning, so I carry just the top into the bathroom with me.