My Future With Mr White (2 page)

“
That is not like you. You usually tackle a problem head on and this is one of those situations that need you to do exactly that. You just can’t bury your head in the sand and assume everything is fine while you know for a fact that it isn’t,” she said. She gave Rita’s hand a little squeeze and smiled. “You need to make that call,” she said in a low but reassuring voice. Rita looked at her and nodded. “Now about your mother, maybe she is just out with this new guy. She is finally moving on and you should be happy about that. Don’t rain on her parade,” she said smiling.

Rita laughed. Her mother always said that any time she embarked on a new endeavor.

“
At least I got you to laugh,” Natasha said. “And now, we are going downstairs and have that dinner Estelle slaved over and the cake I brought and then you are coming home with me. You need me and you know it,” Natasha said as she picked Alexis up. Rita looked at her, surprised.

“
When did you get time to bake?” she asked.

“
Who said I baked? But Nan cannot know that or I swear to God I will kill you faster than you can say store bought,” Natasha warned her as they walked out of the bedroom. She suddenly stopped when she remembered the soup. “Do me a favor. That soup is already cold and I know Nan is going to give me an earful about it. Dump it,” she said in a whisper. Rita looked at her surprised.

“
I thought you liked potato leek,” Rita said looking at her.

“
Correction, Mitchell likes potato leek. I endure it,” she said as Rita walked to the bathroom and poured it down the toilet. Natasha stood guard at the door

“
We are going to hell,” Rita said giggling as they walked down the stairs.

“
Not if she doesn’t find out,” Natasha said.

“
There you are. Are you okay?” Estelle asked looking at Rita who nodded.

“
Everything’s fine Estelle. I just needed some time to myself,” she said. Estelle smiled at her.

“
Good. Take a seat at the table. You guys are just in time for the main course,” she said. “You look like you enjoyed the soup. I have never seen a bowl so clean after serving you potato leek soup. Maybe I’ll give you some to take home with you,” Estelle said looking at Natasha.

“
I’m sure Mitchell will love that,” she said as she walked into the dining room. Mitchell’s eyes lit up when he saw Alexis. He took her from Natasha’s arms as she took a seat next to Rita.

“
So, baby, how do you like being a working mom?” Eric asked, looking at Natasha. It had only been a couple of months since Natasha went back to work. Initially, she had considered the idea of being a stay at home mom but that did not go so well. She was always in a bad mood because she lived what she termed a life of confinement.

“
It’s amazing, Daddy. At least I actually look forward to going back home at the end of the day,” she said. Mitchell looked at her.

“
Was there a time you did not look forward to being home?” he asked.

“
Why do you think I insisted on going back to work? I love Alexis but I can’t handle her 24 hours a day without any other company around. I need a change of scenery every so often. We all do,” Natasha said as Estelle sat down.

“
Okay everyone. Dig in,” she said. Natasha looked at Mitchell and smiled.

“
I have invited Rita to stay with us for a few days,” she said in a whisper.

“
Okay. Is there anything I need to know?” he asked.

“
She is just going through some stuff right now. I’ll tell you later,” she whispered back. Mitchell smiled at her before turning his attention back to the baby. Natasha smiled in appreciation as she took a bite of her food. Estelle had really outdone herself this time, not that she did not deliver every time she worked in the kitchen. She looked at Rita and sighed. Her best friend had been there for her so many times before and this time, she had to be the one to offer a shoulder to cry on. She took another bite as she thought of the possibility of Rita and Dave breaking up and her mother heading back to rehab again. She would do anything and everything to be there for her friend, even if it meant taking a leave of absence. She turned to Mitchell again. “If worse comes to worst I will need to take some time off work,” she said. Mitchell smiled at her and nodded.

Almost a month after she had asked Rita to move into her place, Natasha noticed that Rita was avoiding any and all instances that could lead to her bumping into Dave. She would open the gallery an hour earlier than usual and leave way before closing time, leaving her assistant to do the closing up for her. If Natasha knew anything about Rita, it was that she loved avoiding uncomfortable situations. But Natasha thought that there was probably more to the whole story than what Rita had told her and she had no way of confirming the whole thing since Rita was not talking.

Natasha hated being in this situation. She hated feeling helpless when her best friend was hurting, and what was even more nerve wrecking was the fact that Rita was not talking about anything. Natasha had half a mind to call Dave and give him a good talking to, or at least try and find out what was going on between the two of them.

It was on a Thursday when Natasha finally decided to break the ice. After taking a shower, she put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and then headed to the living room.

“
Good morning,” she said as she walked into the kitchen where Rita was sipping on a glass of orange juice.

“
Morning. You look....motherly,” Rita said smiling.

“
Don’t start with me. I am not going anywhere and if I wear something nice, Alexis will probably find a reason to puke all over it,” Natasha said as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “Pancakes?” she asked as she walked over to the fridge.

“
Sure,” Rita said as she took a seat. She watched Natasha take the batter from the fridge and then walk over to the stove.

“
So, any news on your mama?” Natasha asked as she put a pan on the stove. Rita shook her head.

“
I don’t know whether to just wait it out and see what happens. That was what I used to do anyway,” Rita said as she took another sip of her juice.

“
I know, but this is what, ten years later? Rita, something else is up. She has no reason to fall off the wagon. She has been clean for ten years,” Natasha said.

“
Well, the time has changed but maybe she hasn’t,” Rita said. “You know what, I won’t even bother. She wants to talk to me, she can call me,” she said shrugging. Natasha knew she needed not press any more about Rita’s mother.

“
What about Dave? Have you talked to him yet?” she asked. Rita shrugged again.

“
I don’t want to talk to him,” she said curtly. Natasha smiled as she flipped a pancake.

“
Well, honey, you know I love you, but is there a possibility that you might be overreacting?” she asked.

‘
You do realize we are in a room full of knives, right?” Rita asked. Natasha looked at her and shook her head.

“
You know what, sweetie? I think it’s time for a little tough love. I have known you for more than twenty years and the one consistent thing about you is running away from stuff you don’t want to face, but did you ever consider that maybe just maybe, if you talked to Dave you would solve all this shit? Dave is a great guy, Rita. Talk to him. Find out his side of the story before you take the villagers to his house armed with pitchforks,” she said as she looked at her. There was a long silence before Natasha put another pancake on the pan. “I know you don’t want to hear all this but it’s about time someone told it like it is. Dave loves you and I know you love him too. Swallow your pride and talk to him, or at least pick up his damn calls,” she added before removing the pancake from the pan. She switched off the stove and then walked over to one of the cabinets and took two plates. She served two pancakes on each plate and then sat down after setting one plate in front of Rita. She knew there was a lot of awkwardness in the room but someone had to tell her.

After breakfast, Natasha gave Alexis her breakfast and then sat down to watch a movie. Everything was relatively calm but there wasn’t a lot of conversation between them. When Mitchell came back home that evening, he noticed that everything was not right.

“What’s going on?” he asked Natasha in a whisper. Natasha looked over at Rita who was playing with the baby at that moment.

“
I went all tough love on her,” she whispered back. Mitchell smiled and then frowned.

“
Really? How did she take it?” he asked.

“
How do you think?” she asked as she looked over at Rita again.

“
Well, I need to talk to you. Now,” he said as he took Natasha to the bedroom.

“
What’s going on?” she asked when she got to the bedroom.

“
I had a talk with Dave,” he said. She looked at him and then sat down on the bed. This was not something Mitchell would normally do. He was the one who always insisted on letting things be.

“
This is...new,” she said as she looked at him. “So, what happened? What did he say?” she asked.

“
Well the whole thing must have been a misunderstanding,” he said. Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“
Must have been?” she asked. Mitchell shrugged and sat next to her.

“
Fine. It was a misunderstanding,” he said. “Dave wants to propose,” he said smiling. Natasha’s eyes grew wide.

“
What?” she asked. “How do you know that? I mean, how can you be sure?” she asked excitedly.

“
Well, there was a conference in Miami, true, but Dave didn’t go until a day later because this woman, the wife of one of his bosses, works at a jewelry store and was willing to give him a generous discount. So that was the only day he could see her to make sure that the ring was ready by the time he got back from Miami,” he said.

“
So, the compromising situation Rita was talking about?” she asked.

“
Well, I know she is your best friend and everything but Rita can be a bit....you know, exaggerating,” he said. “I’m sure whatever she saw was not that bad. Maybe it’s the situation with her mama that made her a bit paranoid,” he explained. Natasha smiled.

“
This is good news,” she said and then frowned. “In a way,” she added quickly when she remembered that they still had no news about Rita’s mother.

“
I know. But I guess we have to celebrate every bit of good news,” Mitchell said before planting a kiss on her forehead. Natasha smiled and closed her eyes.

“
Guess you are right. It is good news about Dave and everything but what about Rita’s mama?” she asked.

“
I’ve got my friend at the precinct looking into it. I’m sure she will be okay,” he said as he ran his hand up and down her back. Natasha smiled and pulled away from him. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked.

“
To the living room. Rita needs to hear this,” she said. Mitchell held her hand and shook his head.

“
You have all day to tell her that. I have not seen you, any part of you, since last week and I must say I miss you,” he said pulling her closer to him.

“
Do you miss me or are you just horny?” she asked as she looked into his eyes.

“
Wow, excuse your French,” he said as he slipped a hand behind her neck and pulled her down to kiss her. As their lips touched, she felt a surge of electric energy go through her body. Mitchell was right. They had not been intimate for a while and yeah, she could talk to Rita any time, especially now that she was crashing at their place. Mitchell slowly pushed her onto the bed and pulled away. She lay there, staring up at him, her eyes burning. He pushed the shirt she wore upwards and breathed on her bra covered breasts. She closed her eyes as he slowly brought his head down again and planted soft kisses on her chest. She opened her eyes when she felt him raise his head from her body. She smiled at him as he brought himself up and kissed her softly as he caressed her thighs. She wrapped her arms around him and arched her back, giving him a chance to slip his hand under her to unclasp her strapless bra. She sighed as she felt the bra slipping away from her body, exposing her bare breasts to him. She shivered when he brought his hand up and cupped one full breast, making her nipple press hard against his palm.

He slowly let his hand run down her torso and pushed her sweat pants off. He then pulled away from her and stood up to get undressed. For some reason, Natasha still got turned on when she saw him undressing. It was as if he was her kryptonite. She smiled up at him as he rejoined her on the bed. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh. She slowly spread her legs and looked at him. She knew that he wanted to fill her just as much as she wanted him to feel her. He looked down at her as he settled in between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply as he rubbed his cock against the opening of her pussy. She loved the way the head of his hard cock felt against her wet pussy. She wanted to beg him to get inside but at the same time she did not want to deny herself the pleasure that she was getting from his teasing.  

Mitchell pulled away from her lips and looked at her, then smiled. He loved the way she looked at that moment. Her eyes screamed desire and her pussy was wetter than ever but it had been so long. He did not want this to just be some conventional sex.

“
Baby....I want you,” she moaned. He looked at her and ran his finger down the side of her face.

“
Not yet,” he said. Natasha wanted to scream out. Why would he do this to her now? This was torture but she knew a thing or two about torture. She flipped him over so that she was on top and smiled down at him.

“
Fine. Then we’ll do things my way,” she said. Mitchell was intrigued as he watched her crawling up to his waist. She did not waste any time as she simply lowered her mouth onto his throbbing cock and began licking his highly sensitive glans. Holding his cock in her hand, she began sucking on him as she stroked him hard. She then kissed the length of his cock and ran her tongue on either side before she finally lowered her mouth onto his cock, taking most of his length inside her mouth. Mitchell’s breathing had been reduced to gasps of air as he struggled hard not to moan out loud. The last thing he wanted was awkwardness at the dinner table later on that evening. She then pulled away, getting his cock almost out of her mouth before taking in the entire length again. This time it was too much for Mitchell. He let out a loud moan and Natasha pulled away from him.

She pulled herself up and kissed him softly. "Keep it down baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves,” she said before going back down on him. He closed his eyes as he felt her warm lips engulf his cock once more. He could barely contain his groan as she sucked him, especially when her hand found his sac. Mitchell could have sworn she was on a mission by the way she was sucking him. She had never gone down on him like this. He was always the one with mad oral skills, not that she did not have a number of skills up her sleeve but this, this was unlike any other thing she had ever done to him.

Mitchell put his hand on her head as she bobbed up and down on his crotch. He raised himself up to look at her and that was enough encouragement for her to pick up the pace, slamming her face onto his raging hard-on.
"Tasha....don’t....oh shit...baby,” he moaned giving her the warning she so much needed. By this time, she was breathing hard through her nose as she held him in her mouth, taking all he had to offer until she felt his orgasm dangerously close. She let his cock out of her mouth and looked at him. He was panting and finally ready for her. She looked at him as she straddled him. She closed her eyes as she slowly worked her pussy onto his wet cock. Mitchell exhaled loudly and held her by the waist. Her mouth was good but her pussy was even better. She began working herself up and down his cock, slowly and teasingly. By this time, Mitchell wanted to cry out and just slam himself into her. He held her tightly and begun thrusting into her with long slow strokes, but given the way she had just worked him, long slow strokes were not going to cut it. He suddenly pulled out of her and in one move turned her over and entered her from behind. He knew Natasha must have been surprised at how he managed to turn the tables on her so quickly. He spread her legs and positioned himself in between her knees. The first stroke was a long deep one, almost as if he was making her pay for the long oral torture he had just endured. He entered her again before finally holding her by the hips and worked her over in long hard strokes.

He was mesmerized by the way her pussy seemed to cling to his cock with each stroke. He spread her cheeks and let his finger flick her now fully engorged clit while nudging his cock into her. He slowed down and released her cheeks and then reached for her breasts. She moaned as she felt him slowly working in and out of her. He knew that by now she was not only exhausted, but also almost at her very end. He grabbed her hips and leaned over her, driving into her, filling her. He could feel her wetness grasping at him as her orgasm approached. She turned her head and looked at him.

“Do it, please,” she begged.

Mitchell did not need any further bidding. He slammed his full weight into her, unable to resist the urge any longer. It was not very long before he erupted inside her. Almost immediately, she cried out loud as her own orgasm ripped through her body. She shivered over and over again and the tightening muscles in her pussy forced his now limp cock out of her. The two collapsed on the bed, exhausted and panting.