Perfume Ch. 05

He'd said the house was the perfect place for them to lay low until the trial.

It was an older home, and when they had driven up to it a few days ago, Wynston had immediately noticed its huge porch. She hadn't really seen anything like it in Baltimore.

The living room was cozy and had been decorated using earth colors like browns, olive greens and creams. There was a large fireplace and surprisingly modern furniture.

But Wynston's most favorite area was the kitchen.

It was big, and she could do some serious damage in there.

Again, she was surprised at how up to date the appliances were. There was a good-sized island in the middle of the floor and the stove, double wall oven, and refrigerator were all stainless steel.

Right off the kitchen was a comfy breakfast nook that sat in front of a large, bay window.

As Wynston took everything in, her mind blazed with ideas.

Like her bedroom, the house was very pleasant; but there were some things she could do to make the rooms even more attractive.

She suddenly heard sounds coming from the backyard.

Okay, girl. Enough hedging, she thought.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced once more at her reflection in a mirror hanging on the living room wall.

Satisfied with what she saw, Wynston went in search of Eric.

***

Eric stood near the grill with a bottle of beer in his hand, quietly talking to Bo. A few more childhood friends had shown up to welcome Eric back.

Everyone assumed he had just decided to vacation in Summerville for a while. Only Bo and Lacey knew the real reason he was there.

It was like they all heard the door close at the same time. Everyone stopped talking and turned to see who was joining them.

Eric had been about to take another swig of his beer but the bottle was now suspended in mid-air.

His heart leapt...and so did his dick.

Wynston was wearing a long, pink dress that tastefully showed off her curves. Her lips were sparkling again with that gloss she always wore.

Eric gazed at her hungrily. This was the Wynston he had come to know...she looked incredible.

She walked with a quiet confidence, hips gently swaying. When she saw all the unfamiliar faces (all staring at her) she did look a bit uncertain.

Until her eyes met his.

Eric put his beer...somewhere...and ambushed her.

***

Wynston had no idea who all these people were.

She didn't recognize a single face and fought to present a picture of calm.

She looked around for Eric and found him talking to a tall, good-looking guy who was manning the grill.

Eric wore a simple, red polo shirt, and long, denim shorts. He was even wearing men's flip flops...a testament to the southern heat. But he was every bit masculine.

He looked SO damn good, Wynston thought.

Even the way he stood with a hand in his pocket and a beer bottle in the other hand aroused her.

When their gazes had connected it was like...kismet. That's the only word Wynston could think of to describe it.

The other people no longer existed.

She smiled as Eric shoved his beer bottle into his companion's chest and walked purposefully toward her.

Damn it...here it comes, she thought.

If she could have, she would've hiked up her dress to her knees and made a mad dash back into the house.

She knew that look of his all too well.

For the second time in the space of a few minutes, Wynston braced herself.

But she couldn't have prepared for this.

Eric walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply, slowly.

She didn't even try to pull away, but was taken, reveling in the feel of Eric's lips against hers.

She melted, becoming soft and pliant. Sliding her arms around his neck, Wynston caressed the back of his head.

Eric groaned at her acquiescence.

She didn't know how long they stood out there like that, but they both suddenly became cognizant of cheering and cat calls.

Eric reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Oh my god," she whispered, mortified.

Wynston had completely forgotten about the people who were there.

Eric rested his forehead on hers and smiled. "I've missed you, baby," he said quietly.

She almost swooned from the endearment.

"I know. And I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have checked out on you like that," she said.

Eric kissed her nose. "Don't apologize for hurting. This is hard as hell, I know that. I just want you to let me be there for you."

"Done," Wynston said. "Eric, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me. Those drawings from Terrence; and the letter...they meant the world to me," she said becoming choked up.

She leaned up on her toes and kissed Eric again, softly.

He smiled lazily. "Well, shit, I can tell you how you can thank me," he joked.

Wynston laughed loudly, remembering that he'd said the same thing after he'd saved her during the bank robbery.

"Listen, there are some things I need to say to you before we...are intimate with each other again," Wynston said.

"Ohhh...so, we're going to be intimate again?" Eric asked smugly. "You're not using me for my body, are you?" he asked with feigned hurt.

"Oh, please!" she laughed. "Seriously, though. This is important."

"Anything you want...we'll talk later when everybody leaves. Then I plan on making love to you for the rest of the night. You were warned," Eric said.

Taking her hand, Eric led her to the group. "Right now I want you to meet a few people."

Forget other people, she thought.

Wynston was still stuck on what he'd said about making love all night!

***

The evening blazed by in a whirl as Eric introduced Wynston to countless people...she didn't remember many of their names.

She couldn't forget Bo and Lacey, though. The couple was hilarious and obviously was closest to Eric. Wynston had immediately liked them.

Bo was bi-racial and very handsome, matching Eric in height and build. Wynston could tell that he loved his wife very much by the way he laughed and joked with her the entire evening.

Lacey was a petite woman. Her black hair came just below her chin; the bangs she wore made her look like a cute, china doll. Her coffee skin glowed from the presence of her unborn baby.

They regaled Wynston with funny stories about their escapades as kids and how they spent the summers and school breaks getting out of self-inflicted scrapes.

And as Bo had predicted, Lacey and Wynston eventually branched off into their own world of girl talk, leaving the men behind.

Eric was damn pleased that Wynston had taken a liking to his closest friends.

He tried to listen to whatever the hell Bo was talking about, but couldn't focus on anything but her.

She sat at the table, head cocked to the side listening attentively to Lacey.

The way she played with her earring was reminiscent of the way a woman would play with her hair.

It was extremely sexy.

She threw her head back and laughed at something Lacey said. Just then, she looked up, her twinkling eyes meeting his.

Wynston made a big show of blowing him a kiss, but Bo intercepted it, placing the "kiss" against his heart, making everyone laugh.

"You know...you need to take that woman into your bedroom, and stay in there until your dick is sore. You're not gonna be able to function until you get enough of her," Bo said.

Eric looked at him. "What do you think I plan on doing?" he asked.

"Good," Bo replied. "Maybe then you'll be able to hold a conversation."

Eric simply grinned.

***

When everyone sat down to eat, Eric of course pulled Wynston down to sit beside him.

"You have to be starved," he said, piling food onto her plate.

Wynston rolled her eyes and took the heaping spoonful of potato salad Eric was about to dump onto her plate.

He reminded her of a mother hen.

"I've got this," she said and began to fix him a plate of food.

While she did that, Eric nibbled on her neck. "You smell good...like candy," he said seductively.

So much for changing up perfumes, Wynston thought.

She gasped when he slowly ran his hand between her thighs.

"Knock it off," she squealed, drawing curious glances from the others.

Thank goodness nobody could see under the tablecloth, she thought.

Wynston playfully pushed him away and did a double-take. "Your eyes. They're...green??" she asked surprised.

"Probably," Eric said. He grabbed her hand and pulled it under the table to the bulge at his crotch. "This is why."

"Ohhhh...you mean your eyes change color when you—"

"Yes," Eric said, cutting Wynston off. "You trying to put everybody in my shit??" he asked exasperated.

Wynston laughed, placing her hand on his cheek. "I wouldn't blow up your spot like that," she said, pecking him on the nose.

The two were so immersed in each other, that they didn't notice the entire table watching them.

Wynston and Eric also didn't see when Lacey and Bo exchanged looks at each other.

The husband and wife grinned because they had never seen their long-time friend carry on this way...especially where a woman was concerned.

It was obvious to every person sitting at the table that Eric Torres had fallen hard for this woman hook, line and sinker.

***

Eric and Wynston finally saw the last of their guests out. Lacey and Bo had been the last to leave since they had stayed behind to help clean.

Wynston waved as they drove off. Closing the door, she leaned back against it.

The house was blessedly quiet; but the energy was charged with sexual tension. Eric motioned for Wynston to join him on the couch.

She coyly shook her head.

Eric looked so damn good she wanted to tear her clothes off and mount him right then.

Down girl, she thought. There was no way she would get any talking done if she went over there.

"I care about you very much, Eric," she began.

"And I've wrestled with this entire situation because it's way too early to be talking about relationships and commitments."

"But this isn't just a thrill for me. If we take things any further, I have to know that it means more for you, too," she finished solemnly.

Eric sat there for a moment eyeing her.

The longer he stayed quiet, the more nervous Wynston got...but she refused to fidget.

"You really are dense, aren't you?" Eric asked.

"Do you really think I go around doing this shit for every woman I meet?" he asked incredulously.

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because we still are new to each other. But Wynston, don't ever question how I feel about you," he admonished.

She didn't think she could've felt any more relieved...or happier.

Wynston walked toward the couch and stood in front of him. His beautiful eyes now had those tell-tale specks of green in them.

He was aroused...or still angry. Wynston didn't know which.

Eric leaned forward, his strong hands kneading her hips and thighs. When he buried his face in her soft, fleshy belly, she immediately caressed his head.

The air immediately became electric.

Eric pulled down Wynston's dress and unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts. He lifted the heavy orbs, awestruck by their weight.

As he teased the nipples with his tongue, Wynston dragged his hand down to her already-quivering pussy.

Eric wasn't surprised to find that she was drenched.

He continued to flick his tongue over her areolas, his fingers wreaking havoc on her clitoris.

He paused only long enough to stand up while he finished undressing her. Eric then ordered Wynston to kneel on the couch and spread her legs wide.

She obeyed.

Before she knew it, Eric was undressed and was sliding down to the floor, reclining so that his head rested on the cushion between her legs.

At the first touch of his tongue between her slick folds, Wynston moaned.

"Ohhhhh my Lorrrrrd," she gasped. "Didn't...know you were...gonna do thaaaat!" Wynston squealed.

She buried her head in the back of the couch and worked herself back and forth over Eric's tongue.

Wynston mewled, wailed, whimpered and moaned. She did it all as Eric brought her to a screaming climax.

Once her shuddering had gradually subsided, she was compelled to give Eric the same pleasure he had brought her.

Dismounting from his face, it was Wynston's turn to slide to the floor as Eric lifted himself onto the couch.

Kneeling between his legs, she leisurely ran her hands from his feet, along his legs and up his thighs.

She kissed his stomach and smiled when it jerked in response to her gentle touch. Wynston turned her face upward to receive the deep kiss Eric offered, their tongues mating sensually.

She moved to suck Eric's full bottom lip, and placed a tender kiss on his chin.

Wynston kissed her way back down Eric's body until she came to his engorged dick.

Even though it had been dark in the hotel room, her assessment of his member had been correct. It was a beauty.

Not only was Eric's cock long, but it was thick.

The way it pointed almost completely upward to his belly made Wynston moan.

It was an angry red and veiny, the head thick and luscious. She couldn't resist.

Wynston ran her tongue up the length of Eric's shaft, loving the sound of his groaning.

Wetting her lips, she gripped his cock as she sucked it, steadily taking more of him in her mouth.

Eric leaned his head against the back of the couch and dragged his hand through her hair.

She took him fully into her mouth, and began bobbing her head. Wynston removed her hands from his dick so that she could run them all over his body.

"Ohhhh, sweetheart, you're killing me," Eric groaned.

Bringing her hand back to his delicious cock, Wynston caressed his organ while she took each of his balls into her mouth.

Eric almost came right then.

He wanted to be inside her when he came, so he gently lifted Wynston away from his manhood, amid protests.

She wasn't ready to stop yet.

"I know, baby. But I gotta get inside your pussy," Eric said thickly.

Once again, Wynston stood, this time straddling his thighs. She lowered herself onto Eric's erection as he once again tongued her nipples.

"Mmmmm," Wynston whimpered. The feel of him invading her tightness was marvelous.

Eric inched in and out of her, giving her body time to adjust to his size. When he had fully entered her, Wynston braced her hands on either side of him and began to pump her hips up and down.

"Awww, shit," Eric ground out as she rode him faster. He grabbed her ass tightly, strongly thrusting his cock in and out of Wynston.

He suddenly pulled out of her and flipped Wynston onto her knees.

Slapping her thick, round behind, he rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy.

When he still didn't enter her, Wynston turned to see Eric looking at her slyly.

He was teasing her!

"Eric!" she wailed.

"Beg for it, love," he said as he continued to tantalize her with his cockhead.

He delivered yet another solid wallop to her ass.

Wynston panted and ground her hips, trying to push him into her.

She was not going to beg!

"Uhnn...PLEASE! Eric, please!" she cried.

"Please what, mi amor?" he asked, slapping her on the rump again.

She was going to kill him.

"Eric," Wynston gasped. "Please, gimme your dick...I need it in me. PLEASE!"

Eric smiled. "That's better, baby girl."

To antagonize her more, he ever so slowly pushed into her quaking pussy.

"Ahhhh...Eric. Don't do this to me...please fuck me, baby. I need you!" she cried.

Eric's chest puffed up. "That's right," he said arrogantly.

He grabbed her hips and began to pound into Wynston forcefully.

She buried her head into a pillow, taking every one of his powerful thrusts.

The sounds of Wynston's passionate moans filled the room. Soon, her body began to vibrate, wildly, squeezing Eric tightly.

"Come for me, baby," Eric said soothingly.

And Wynston did. Her body shuddered violently with her orgasm; and Eric was with her, riding the clouds of rapture as he spurted thick drops of his semen into her.

When she collapsed onto the couch, Eric followed, loving the softness of her ass. He tenderly kissed her back and neck, easing himself out of Wynston's tightness.

To both of their surprise, the small movement sent Wynston into another staggering orgasm.

When she once again floated down from her small death, Wynston giggled.

She turned over so that Eric was lying on top of her.

"I've never seen that one, before," Eric said smiling. "I hope you know this means you owe me a freebie."

Wynston laughed harder and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Consider it done," she said kissing him.

Eric took her upstairs and made good on his word.

He made love to Wynston the entire night. Some of their love-making was passionate and frenzied; some was lazy and unhurried.

When the two were completely spent, Eric wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled her close.

"Now, is this the Wynston I'm going to wake up to?" he asked drowsily. She laughed at the censure still in his voice.

"Sweetie, when you wake up, I'm going to make you a very happy man," she said. But Eric was already asleep.

She smiled, thinking of the big breakfast she would make for him.

Damn, girl! He's got you cooking for him already, she thought. With that, Wynston allowed sleep to claim her.

***

Octavia walked along beautiful Mismaloya Beach.

After finding Rob with Lena, she had fled the villa and had not returned. It was now nightfall, but she couldn't bring herself to go back there.

She thought of how funny life was. Octavia realized that she had been happier when she'd had no money.

Now, when she had millions, her quality of life couldn't have been poorer.

Never before did she miss Greer more than she did at that moment; it made her painfully aware of just how alone she was in this world.

In her misery, she allowed her dark past to spill forth, bringing with it all the pain and despair she had been carrying all these years.

Octavia's parents had died when she was 8-years-old, and she'd gone to live with her mother's sister and her husband.

Aunt Libby was a quiet, soft-spoken woman. She had always been kind to Octavia and had taken her in and loved her as a mother would.

The only thing Octavia hated about her aunt's house was her Uncle John.

He was a mean bastard. When he wasn't fucking everything that moved, he was beating Aunt Libby to a pulp.

Octavia had always believed that John had beaten the life out of her aunt. Sure, she was alive; but she only existed, mechanically, doing what John told her.

She spent her days working hard and living in constant fear of the next time John would pound on her as if he was fighting a man.

The first time it had happened, Octavia tried to defend her aunt. Her reward? John had knocked her unconscious.

After that, she made sure to steer clear of him at all costs. Octavia always found a reason to stay out late and went straight to her room once she did get home.

By the time Octavia became a senior in high school, her looks had changed dramatically.

She had always been thin, tall and gangly; and her limbs seemed to be completely out of her control.

In all honesty, the only thing she had going for her was her almond skin tone and long, brown hair.

All that changed when she'd turned 18.

Her features became proportionate to her face, making her a very pretty girl. She began to wear a little make-up the way all the girls her age did.

But it was her body that she was most pleased with.

Her breasts remained small so she never bothered to wear a bra; however, her nipples seemed to always be hard. "Indecent" is what the older women in the neighborhood called them.

She developed a waistline and her hips began to curve very gently.

She was no longer clumsy and uncomfortable with her height, but was now confident and sure of herself.