Do Not Pass Go 05 - Peter's Antics

Wednesday after lunch I was listening to some of Lily's adventures, while she filled in a few more details on her past life. I was at work, but took a break to take her call. I'd be damned if I was going to miss a chance to talk to her. Only one more day before our next date.

"We were hot and heavy for a couple of years, but it was the work that killed it," she said. "His job in sales had him travelling damn near as much as me. Neither of us wanted to give up our jobs, and I wasn't ready for kids. Or so I told myself. We drifted apart. Even after we got divorced, we still lived together for almost a year, friends with benefits when we were around at the same time."

That made two of them. Amicable divorces. How come I was stuck with the devil's handmaiden for a wife?

"Ever regret it? Not having kids, neither of you giving in on the travel?" I asked.

I heard her sigh. "Sometimes. Not all that often. I don't think either of us were cut out for a family at that time. I suspected that I wasn't his only port, although he never rubbed it in my face. By the end, he wasn't mine either." She paused briefly. "I don't have any serious attachments at the moment, but I'm not celibate."

I had to laugh. "I've not had much of a choice," I said. "It's taken me a while to get over the situation, but I think I'm ready to move on."

"Thinking of taking me for a test-drive?" she teased.

"Test-drive? I'm counting my blessings every time I get to see you. Every moment I spend talking to you convinces me I want to see more of you. Both literally and figuratively."

She laughed. "That's a different way of saying you want to get into my panties."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm dying to get into those, but there's a hell of a lot more going on here, at least for me, then that."

"More? Hmmm, tell me about it."

"You are so easy to talk to. So confident, so beautiful. You move so gracefully. The experiences you've had make me green with envy. I keep picturing myself sharing those experiences with you. I'm looking for more than a few hours of incredible pleasure and endless orgasms for you. More than hearing you shriek my name as I eat you alive."

"You think I'm a screamer?" I could hear her smiling on the other end of the phone.

"I know I'm dying to find out. If you're not, we'll know once and for all by the time I'm done with you."

"Tomorrow night work for you?" she asked.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I'll make sure to get the big bed. I've got a feeling we're going to use every inch of it, if that works for you."

I was about to confirm when another damn call came in. It only took a second to see the number was Jess. She'd given up with the five a.m. wake up calls, and now was determined to interrupt my phone dates. I wanted to ignore it, but there was that one chance in a thousand it was something important about the kids. I hated to do it, but I had to switch over. "My damn ex is calling. Can you hold on a second? It could be about my kids," I explained.

She sighed, and assured me it was alright. I hit the flash button.

"What is it this time, Jess?" I asked grouchily.

"Don't take that tone with me, Peter. It's bad enough that your son has no respect! I don't need that crap from you. I can't believe you hung up on me Sunday!"

"Never mind. I'm busy," I explained, ready to hang up on her.

"Tommy's out of control!" she hissed into the phone. "He's playing with fire now, burning things up. He tried to set the porch on fire!"

I didn't know what kind of game she was playing, but I was pretty sure she was exaggerating things like usual. "So take the matches away from him. He's your responsibility, remember? I get no say in his upbringing, you made sure of that."

"Did you hear me? Tommy is threatening to set my bed on fire!"

"I thought your endless stream of lovers was supposed to do that."

"This isn't funny, Peter. You need to talk to him. Straighten him out. Him and Jenna both. The girl is becoming a complete slut, sleeping around, giving blowjobs to half the football team."

"Hmm. I wonder where she learned those morals from?" I asked.

"You are such an asshole! You need to fix this, Peter. They won't listen to me."

"I can't Jess. You know that. I can't call them, I can't speak to them. I can't meet with them unless I'm under CPS supervision. Your decision not mine."

"Please, Peter. You may hate me, but these are your kids. You have to do something!"

"I can't. Listen, Jess. I'm busy right now. I don't want to talk about this. I'll visit them in less than a week, if they're all there, all of them, I'll see what I can do. Don't call me until then." I hung up on her, before I had to listen to any more of her shrieking. "I'm back," I said into the phone, hoping that Lily hadn't gotten tired of waiting.

Luckily she answered. "Problems with the kids?"

"Probably not. My ex knows nothing about being a mother. Never made the effort to learn in the last half-dozen years. Anytime things get rough, she wants me to intercede, even though she knows that I'm not allowed."

"What if it really is serious?" she asked.

"Then I'd hear from the kids. They email me. My middle girl has got a head on her shoulders. She'd warn me if something serious was going on. All I hear about is how their mother is never, ever home. They live with their grandmother and a nanny most of the time. Exactly like I knew they would, but I had no say in the matter, thanks to the fucked up court system."

I hated that what had been a great morning was turning to shit. My mood was soured, and I sure as hell didn't want Lily to notice. "Enough of that. We're still on for dancing tomorrow? I may have picked up a few new moves this week."

She laughed. "I hope so. We still need to work on that. It's cool that you're trying."

"Of course! It's obvious you love to dance. Which means I need to learn to love it as well." I couldn't let her previous implied offer go. "I'll let work know I'll be in late Friday. I have a feeling it's going to be a very exhausting evening."

"I'm counting on it. Gotta go, see you tomorrow night."

I was hoping to see a lot of her.

~ * ~ * ~

I couldn't believe how much my life had changed in just a few weeks. I'd had lunch with Pia, my phone date with Lily, and by 5:30 I was going out again for dinner and a few drinks. It was a pretty casual date, but I wasn't complaining. Pia wasn't the stunning woman that Lily was, but she was attractive, cheerful and easy to talk to. I was comfortable with her.

When we got to her house, she invited me in for coffee and to meet her kids. She had a son, fourteen, and a daughter age eleven. They were courteous and well-behaved. She lived in a gorgeous home, and I couldn't help but take it all in.

"Seven more years. When Kendall turns eighteen, I have to sell it, or buy out my husband's half. That isn't likely to happen. But that's Ok, once I'm alone, I won't have any need for this monstrosity."

"Monstrosity? It's gorgeous!" I told her.

"It is, but it wasn't my choice. He had to have it. A status symbol. Almost six thousand square feet. It's ridiculous for us, but I'm not going to upset the apple cart. He pays the mortgage and utilities, and when we're done, it'll mean my half is worth that much more. I'll need that money once the child-support and alimony end." She sighed. "I must sound like a gold-digger. I'm just hoping that when we sell it, I can make enough money to buy a small place outright, without having to pay a mortgage."

"It sounds like you expect to be single the rest of your life," I said.

"There's not a lot of options for a thirty-six year old mother of two who works. It's a lot of baggage. I'm preparing for the worst, although I'm still keeping my fingers crossed."

At the end of our date, she walked me back to our car. With a nervous look behind her, she leaned in through my car window and kissed me. Big time. She blushed sweetly.

"I had a wonderful time, Pete. I hope we can do this again sometime."

Her face was still only inches from mine, leaning in through the window. I put my hand behind her head, and held her in place while I kissed her even more thoroughly. When I was done, I released her with one last quick peck. "We'll definitely be doing this again, if I have my choice, Pia."

I drove home, once again wondering what the hell was going on in my life. And how the hell it had ever gotten to where it was. I was only a mile from her house, when the phone rang. Jess. I was in too good a mood to let her ruin it. I let it go to voice mail, figuring I could check it when I was home. Nothing could be that serious.

~ * ~ * ~

I had lunch with Pia the following day, and was astounded at how much we had in common. We were not openly affectionate at work, but there were still those glances and 'accidental' touches that made it clear there was something going on.

It wasn't until after lunch, that I remembered the call from my ex. I felt guilty about that. What if something really bad had happened. I listened to her shrieking into the phone. "Call me! Your kids are out of control!"

I didn't want to do it, but I really had no choice. She could make my life hell if I didn't. There's no describing how relieved I felt when it went to voicemail.

"Hey Jess. I'm returning your call. I'm not sure what you expect me to do about the kids, from up here. I'll be back Saturday for my supervised visit. If you want to talk afterwards, we can. See you then."

It was with enormous relief that I hung up without having to speak with her. Things were finally going my way.

Before leaving that evening, I caught my boss, Tate. I was feeling a little bad about taking off Fridays every other week. He laughed it off.

"You lived in the office for five months, Peter," he said. "You've earned a few days comp time. Honestly, I'm glad to see you getting out earlier. I was starting to worry you'd burn out, the rate you were going."

"No chance of that. I needed the escape. But things are finally starting to come together back in Virginia, and this is the third time in a row I'm going to get to see my kids."

He nodded. He knew my story. I'd filled him in as soon as I'd arrive, alone. He'd expected me to have my family with me. "It's good to see you socializing. Pia, huh?" He gave me a big grin. The office wasn't big enough to have many secrets.

"Just friends so far. I'm not ready to start dating any one person seriously yet," I explained. I didn't mention my date with Lily that night, or my Friday plans for Theresa.

He didn't lose his grin. "She's a looker, and a great girl. You might want to give her a chance."

"I might at that. But I'm not going to rush it."

He laughed, holding his hands up. "Hey, I'm not pushing. I just think it's great that I'm beginning to see some of the old Peter again. You were kind of an anti-social grouch there for a while. I like the old you a whole lot better."

"Me too, Tate. Me too. Thanks for giving me the leeway with my time off. I think, with any luck, the old me is back to stay."

That night it was finally time for my date with Lily again, going out dancing after a light dinner. There's no denying it, the woman loves to dance.

Coming off the dance floor, she was glowing, and I was proud to be seen with her. It was still hard to believe that anyone who looked like that would be interested in me. I guess my wife had done a superlative job of crushing my ego.

"You're getting better," she said as we took a seat. "Keep up the lessons."

I couldn't help but grin. Better but not good. "I get it. I still have two left feet, but at least they're the same size now. It's progress."

She leaned forward, and kissed my cheek. "I've got the big bedroom tonight. Care for dessert?"

Lily laughed joyously as I threw a pair of twenties on the table, took her wrist, and practically dragged her out of the building. She was still chuckling as I tugged her along to the car. "A little eager, are we?"

"Eager beaver," I replied. "As you'll soon find out." I'd had my hopes up, after our last call. I'd let them know I might be in late for work. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my Viagra. I wasn't taking any chances. No way.

Walking through her living room, we passed two of her housemates. "No time for chat," she said airily, taking me to the back of the house. We left to the sound of giggles.

In the room, she closed the door, and fell into my arms. The kisses were as wonderful as ever, hot, inviting, promising. I undressed her, catching my breath, mesmerized.

There are many women who look much better clothed than they do naked. Hell, I'd go so far as to say most. My ex-wife, an attractive woman, was one of them. Not Lily.

Naked, she was a dream come true. Centerfold worthy. Heartrendingly gorgeous. I was stunned.

She smiled, obviously aware of what she did to me. "See anything you like, handsome?"

"Everything," I groaned.

She backed up to the bed smiling, sitting down, and scooting toward the middle. "Prove it."

I wanted nothing more than to worship her temple. I climbed between her legs, looking at her, touching her softly, teasing her open.

"Don't tease me, Peter. I've been thinking about this all week. I need you."

My finger brushed against her clit, flicking it gently, making her legs jerk in response. "Please, baby," she moaned.

I nibbled my way down her thighs, smelling her need as I got nearer to her crotch. One tiny lick had her moaning. Adding a single finger, and feasting on her moist pussy had her trembling and groaning. Sucking on her clit while finger fucking her, had her clamping my head between her thighs, pulling on my hair, and crying out my name. Damn, I like the sound of that.

My cock was as hard as it gets, and before she could come down off of her high, I was inside her, thrusting away needily, hammering at her, doing my best to drive her through the mattress and the underlying floor. I had been too long without a woman, and I'd never been with anyone as beautiful as her. I didn't last more than a couple of minutes, before I was pumping her full of my seed, groaning her name.

With the first one out of the way, we laid beside each other catching our breath. I heard her chuckle.

"What?"

"You were right about the eager part."

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Too much foreplay."

"Foreplay? One kiss, and you were on me!"

"I mean the weeks of foreplay getting here. The teasing and desire. Hell, all that dancing? That foreplay."

She scooted closer, and I reached for her, pulling her close. "I'm not done with you."

"I hope not," she said.

"I'm willing to prove it," I said, reaching over and toying with her nipple.

"We have all night, lover. Let's clean up, and take our time with the next one."

Sounded like a plan to me. We showered together, and I caught a few furtive glances from her roommates, checking us out.

We returned to the bed, and took our time. Mutual oral led to more outrageous fucking. Outrageous on my part, I couldn't get enough of that sexy body. She was willing, and allowed me to have my way with her, putting her in the most delightfully decadent positions. I made a much better showing the second time, and after a short interlude, a bowl of ice cream, and a brief conversation with another of her housemates, I even managed a third showing.

"Do you have anywhere you need to be?" she asked, as I relaxed beside her, deliciously sated.

I turned toward her, once again stunned by her beauty. I kissed her shoulder softly. "No need to be subtle with me, Lily. We're both adults. If it's time for me to go—"

She laughed sweetly. "I wasn't hinting at anything, lover. I'd like you to stay. I didn't know if anyone at home might be waiting up for you, that's all. Hell, I even labeled our breakfast so nobody would take it. Unlabeled food in the frig has a tendency to disappear. Especially bacon."

"Bacon? Damn woman, gorgeous, an animal in bed, easy to talk to, a divine dancer, and now bacon? Shit, you may never get rid of me at this rate. Nope, I'm not going anywhere."

She pulled away from me, and rolled off the bed. "Sounds like a plan. Let's shower and change the sheets. If you serve me breakfast in bed, I'll provide another helping of dessert."

I barely made it to my flight the next day. I blame it on Lily. I had two helpings of dessert.

~ * ~ * ~

When I turned my phone back on, upon arriving at Dulles airport, I had four voicemails waiting for me. The first was from her highness, threatening to stop the kids from seeing me if I kept avoiding her calls. What a surprise.

The second call was from Lily. It was much more pleasant, thanking me for a wonderful evening, and leaving me her schedule. That was a call I regretted missing, and was looking forward to returning.

The next one left me feeling guilty.

"Hey Peter, it's me. I missed you at lunch today. I guess this is your weekend with the kids. I'll see you Monday."

Damn. I should have told her I'd be out. It wasn't like there was anything official about our lunch dates, but I hated to think of her waiting at the table for me. Another call I'd have to return.

The fourth call was the most disappointing.

"Peter, Theresa. Bad news, I was supposed to get off at five, but it looks like I'll be stuck here until at least seven, until Brenda can get in. If you want, you can meet me at the restaurant. I'm taking her shift until she arrives. Hope to see you soon."

I sat down in the passenger waiting area. No hurry to get anywhere. It was barely five o'clock, and only a half hour or so to get to Theresa's restaurant.

When you have several things to do, always take on the worst one first. From there, things can only get better. Keeping that in mind, I called Jess. I got her voicemail. Again. She was going to be spitting bullets. "Jess, it's me. I'm not avoiding your calls. This is the second voicemail I've left. I was on the airplane when you called last, and my phone was off. Federal regulations and all that. I'm in town, and if it's urgent you can give me a call. Otherwise, I'll see the kids tomorrow at two o'clock, and we can talk afterwards if you'd like. Bye."

That was a relief. Huge. I dialed Pia's number while still grinning. It only took me a few minutes to apologize for not letting her know I'd be out all day. We chatted for a few minutes, and I confirmed our ongoing lunch date for Monday, and even finagled a real date for the following Friday. I imagine the smile I was wearing couldn't have been much smaller than the Joker's artificial one by the time I finished dialing Lily's number.

"Peter! I didn't expect to hear from you. Aren't you supposed to be visiting the kids?"

"I am. I just arrived in Virginia. I'll be seeing them tomorrow, and having a talk with the ex tomorrow. I got your schedule. Can you pencil me in for Wednesday?"

"Of course. Nothing I'd like better. Dancing?"

"Dinner, dancing, and dessert, I'm hoping."

"Hmmm," she purred. "I think we might be able to manage that. Any big plans for the evening?"

"Not much. I'm still at the airport. I was going to see a friend for dinner, but it looks like she's working late."

"A female friend? Should I be concerned?" she teased.

I wondered for a second if she expected us to be exclusive. We had never discussed it. Crap. Now I felt guilty as hell. "Concerned? Over me being stood up by a woman that lives over 700 miles away?"

She laughed. "Well, make sure you behave. Thanks for calling. I won't hold you up from getting to your hotel. If you get bored, you can call me later, but I'm going to go to bed early. I've got the nine-fifteen flight tomorrow morning. I've got to be up by five-thirty."

"I just may do that. I'm afraid the ex is going to call. We've been playing phone tag for two days. She sounds irate, but that's nothing new. Believe me, I'd much rather talk to you."