Fat Fuck 12, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-11-25. Times viewed: 5380.
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- Intro: The conclusion
The rain had let up but the cold was still piercingly effective at creating discomfort. Hugging herself, Becky called a taxi and stood on the curb waiting. Bored with nothing to do but wait and not wanting to think of what excuse she was going to use for leaving without saying goodbye, she looked around at the sleeping neighborhood. A black Volvo was parked across the street. A car she’d noticed a few times lately. A car she’d always wanted to buy herself but the cost was too exorbitant to her.
Another car passed, illuminating the black leather interior with the exception of the driver’s seat which appeared to be missing. The well lit street did nothing to show the car’s contents and Becky’s curiosity was peaked, plus, she wouldn’t mind taking a look at the interior. She crossed the street and realized the seat was fully reclined, with a man slightly curled up on his side, his hands over his face.
She tapped on the window as another car passed, “Sir? Are you all-“ Drill looked over his shoulder to see if his mind had finally snapped. Even in the dark his red eyes were evident. Becky looked at him hard. “Are you..? D-”
Say it. Say my name. Please Beck.
She chickened out, “Are you all right?” Drill shook his head, Becky bit her lip. “Is there anything I can do? Can I call-“
“Say my name Beck,” he sat up, turned the key and pressed the button to open the window. “Please, please say my name. See me and say it.”
She audibly swallowed. “Drill.” Her eyes did not travel his face, they were locked on his eyes, too afraid to look. “Are you all right?” She looked at the street. “What are you doing here?”
“I followed you,” he said meekly. “I want to talk to you Beck. I have some things I need to tell you. To ask.”
“Me?” She took a small step back from the car, thinking about bolting.
“Look at me Beck. See me. Please.”
She looked at him. Looking at his face for the first time. A chiseled face. Instant five ‘clock shadow in a gold hue even though he was blonde, the dimple in his chin made her smile. Drill inhaled when he saw it.
“You’re..gosh Drill,” she blushed, now unable to look away, “your body is incredible but your face..your face is just as incredible.” Her smile spread. “I love your dimple.” He smiled and she inhaled, her finger touched the small indentation on his cheek. “Oh! You have one there too!”
Grabbing her hand, he laughed even though tears filled his eyes. He kissed her palm and pressed it to his face. “You like it?” She nodded. “I’m so glad. Oh, oh sweetie, your hand is cold. Come on and get in, I’ll..” Still pressing her hand to his face, he asked, “Would you come home with me? Spend the night?” Before she could answer he added, “No sex. I just want to hold you.” Becky’s mouth hung open. “I want to sleep with you. Make you breakfast and talk.”
“Yes,” he started the car and let go of her hand, “I should have done this weeks ago.”
Becky zipped to the other side of the car and got in. Once the car was on the road, Drill reached for her hand and continually kissed it. Becky kept biting her lip, his large smile glittering in her eyes as she tried not to stare at him. A couple times he laughed when he caught her looking hard, she’d giggled with embarrassment and look away, but eventually she’d stare again.
I am so happy right now. She likes my face. Can’t stop looking at me and I love it. She-
A red light paused the trip home. Drill leaned over to her, “Come here,” she did and he kissed her softly on the mouth. A grateful kiss. A thankful one.
Becky was thrilled but at the same time she was worried she was misunderstanding things. But she decided to play it by ear. Not get her hopes up. She’d keep her feet firmly on the ground.
Drill, on the other hand, was relieved to have this chance. His excitement was evident, his eyes glowing with affection and his body electrified with movement.
He pulled into the apartment parking garage and ran to her side of the car- she was halfway out before he could pull off the gentlemanly gesture. Instead, he took her hand and lifted her to her feet, embracing her in a hug and kissing her briefly on the lips. Becky couldn’t suppress the smile, she laughed when he took her hand and nearly bound to the elevator.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said as they got on the lift. Becky was quiet, letting him speak. “I have some things to discuss with you.”
“Me? Like what?”
“A few things. But tonight..” he inhaled and slowly let it out, the elevator doors opened and he led her down the hall, ”Come in, make yourself comfortable.” The sparsely furnished room was warm and modern. He took her coat, kissing her neck as he slid it off her shoulders. “Would you like anything? Water? Soda? Something harder?” Becky shook her head.
He hung her coat in the closet and then guided her to the couch. Once they were both seated he said, “Tonight I just want to hold you. You could wear one of my tshirts to bed if you’d like. And sweats.” Becky blushed and looked away. “What is it sweetie?”
“I don’t think I’d fit in your clothes.”
“We’ll see. But I want to sleep with you.” He grinned, ecstatic at the thought. “Then, in the morning, I have some thing I want to ask you. I’m sure you’re curious, but I want to spend some time with you first. Prove...I want to spend some time with you- unhurried. Not working out..just being together.”
“Okay,” Becky said softly, her eyes on the floor.
“Would you like to go to bed now?” She nodded and he offered her a hand, she took it and he guided her to the bedroom. Drill went to the dresser and pulled out an enormous shirt- it was so absurdly big Becky laughed.
“This can’t be yours!” she said.
Drill nodded at the Cancer 5K run shirt. “It was the last one. The XXXXL shirt was all they had left.” He grinned, “We could both fit in it.”
“Want to try?” She flirted. Drill was thrilled at her offer and instantly began stripping off his Armani suit. Becky quickly dropped the shirt and began to undress. Kicking off her heels she hollered, “Last one naked is a-“
Drill interjected, “Rotten gym sock!” Becky giggled and was yanking off her dress. Drill was already shirt free and working on his belt.
Becky was unhooking her bra when he playfully pushed her onto the bed making her squeal, “Cheater!”
Drill laughed and shoved off his pants and boxers at the same time. A jump and he was only wearing socks. “Done!” He said proudly, his hands on his fist, his stance like a superhero.
“No socks cheater!” Becky said as she wiggled out of her panties. Drill sat himself on the bed and whipped them off, but Becky had beaten him. “I win!” She yelled, her hands in the air to prove it. Drill sighed and flopped backward onto the bed. Becky poked his knee, “Is Drill pouting?” Grinning up at her, he nodded with defiance. “”What did I win?” He sat up and held up the tshirt. Becky bounced up and down, clapping her hands. “A tshirt!” Drill groaned and closed his eyes to avoid her bouncing breasts. “I’ve always wanted one!” Chuckling at her joke and his Becky tit obsession, he was determined to pay attention to her and her only. “Um. Driiiiillll?”
He didn’t open his eyes. “Yes?”
“You can touch them if you want.”
“Not tonight. I want to be with you Beck. You. All of you.”
“Keep your eyes closed,” Becky stretched the neck of the tshirt out. “Please stand.” Drill did, a grin on his face. He felt the shirt going over his head. Then he felt her skin against his and the tshirt tugging on the back of his neck. He chuckled and opened his eyes.
Becky looked at them in the mirror above the dresser. “Look.”
Drill laughed at the stretched shirt, their forms creating a very lumpy body with his muscular arms poking out.
“I need a picture.” They walked awkwardly to his suit jacket on the floor, a comical scene entailed as they bent together, both of them giggling. Taking out his phone he held it in front of the mirror. He laughed when he saw it, Becky snickered.
“Time for me to get out,” he said while slowly dropping to his knees, his hands steadying Becky as he descended. He sighed and kissed her knee. He looked up at her, her smile was so sweet to him. Even though his dick was hard, the strongest urge he had was to hold her. He hugged her knees, resting the side of his face against her thighs.
I do. I love her. I want her to love me back. I need her to. But now, this is good.
He said somberly, “I am so glad you’re here.”
She stroked his hair like she does when he plays with her breasts. He sighed and then stood, he went to his dresser and grabbed some boxers. He slipped them on and then pulled back the covers. He gestured for her to get in bed and she did. Looking at her in his bed he was happy, he climbed in and settled on his side.
“Goodnight Beck,” he said softly, kissing her forehead.
“Gooodnight Drill.” His hand found the side of her face. That small gesture was the last one Becky needed. She inhaled, letting herself acknowledge that he did have feelings for her. Real feelings.
She lifted his hand, pulled up her shirt and set it on her breast. Then she leaned in to kiss him.
“Beck, I don’t expect-“
“Something’s changed. Hasn’t it??” He didn’t answer. “This isn’t a reward. This isn’t a carrot in front of the cart. Is it?”
“No,” he said sounding frightened.
“Then show me what this is Drill. I’ve never had this before. I need you to show me.” It was one of the bravest things she had ever said.
“But I promised myself I would..” Becky’s bravery started to fade and Drill sensed it. “I want to. I-“ She was shrinking.
Do it. Do it before she slips away.
He leaned toward her and her mood surged with joy. He kissed her fully on the mouth, his hands on her face. “I love you Beck.” She gaped her eyes, wide. “I do.”
She mouthed, Me?
“I do Beck. I love you.” He wasn’t prepared for what happened next, she began to cry. “Beck?” He hugged her, afraid she would run away but instead she buried her face in his chest. “Beck? Beck sweetie?”
She heard the panic in his tone and choked out, “I’ve never..I’ve never had someone fall in love with me.”
“Oh! Oh sweetie.” He squeezed her to him. “I do. I love you.”
She sniffed and looked up at him. “Why?”
“Because. Because you’re you. You’re sweet, you’re tough, you’re..fiesty.”
She smiled, “Me? Feisty?”
Drill nodded repeatedly, “Oh yes, and tenacious. And beautiful.” She winced as if he told a fib. “Beck. Look at me.” She did but her body was still withdrawn. “You are beautiful. I can’t believe that I was so blind to it.”
“I’m not beautiful, you are. I’m-“
“Don’t. Don’t argue. I know you’ve been hurt, been trodden on but no more Beck. I am telling you the truth.” She ducked under his chin, hiding. “I’ll let you run this time. I know you’ve..you’re overwhelmed and I know how you feel.” She nodded, he kissed the top of her head.
“Can we sleep naked?”
He chuckled, “Are you going to tempt me?”
“Yeah.” He loved the coyness in her voice. “Will you take it off me?” She paused. “I’ll take off your shorts?” He laughed. “Is that a yes?”
“You’re bad Beck. So bad. I was trying to be-“
“I know. But I don’t want to miss out on being with you- having sex with you. Especially now that I can see you.”
Just hearing that solidified the flesh in his dick. He pulled the hem of the shirt up her, slowly, enjoying every inch of flesh that was exposed. When he pulled it over her head and saw her hair spill he remembered how much he wanted to touch it. Two handfuls were lifted to his face and he inhaled, then he let it slip through his fingers, loving the silkiness of it. He kissed her and he groaned, feeling himself becoming more peaceful, the turmoil fading.
“Beck. If we’re going to do this..you need to help. I’m not in charge. This is not one sided. Not anymore. Touch me.”
Instantly she lifted her hands to his neck and pulled him for another kiss. Loving her choice of actions, Drill wrapped his arms around her and leaned her back. His hands resisted her tits- Becky noticed.
“Drill. Since I have to help- you have to do what you want. I know what you want. You’d better not neglect them.” Drill snickered and buried his face between her two breasts. “I love what you do to me Drill. How you treat them.”
“Yes, so you’d better get started.”
“Yes ma’am,” she laughed as he dove between them. In between attending her breasts he gave a narrative of how much he liked them, it was turning Becky on. He laid beside her, lifting her leg and pulling it over his hip. His hand slid down her back, over her hip, her buttock and through her slit. Lightly sliding his fingertips over the many moist layers between her legs, he told her, “I have never had such an obsession with breasts until I found you. When I see other women, I think of yours and how much I want to hold them. Be smothered by them.” Becky startled Drill when she began sliding her fingers up and down his dick. “Oh god Beck.”
“You want me to touch you. I will.” Her other hand cupped his scrotum, the fingers carefully kneading them. “I will touch everything. Roll over Drill. Onto your other side.”
“Please.” He rolled away, unhappy with missing out on seeing her. But he did sigh when he felt those cork size nipples pressing into his back. She reached over his hip and resumed stroking his cock. What he did not expect were her fingers sliding up and down between his buttocks.
Where did she learn- No. Don’t think like that. She-
Becky said, “Read something the other day.” Drill inhaled loudly when her fingers circled his asshole, she smiled to herself. “I know you’ve probably done everything when it comes to sex, and I-“ Drill’s posture was stiffening, suddenly not liking how he felt about himself. “Drill?”
“Beck. Don’t..Don’t think of me that way. Things are different with you. Whatever I’ve done in the past, it wasn’t the same as it is with you. It’s better. Sex with you is better. I’ve done all sorts of things, yeah, but with you- sex with you is just better.”
She hugged his shoulders and he relaxed into her. “You mean that?”
“Yes. Everything..my days are better with you in them. Everything is better.” Kissing her arm, he said, “I love you Beck.”
She gave a content long exhale, Drill followed with his own. “Yeah, well so,” she snickered making him smile, “I’m still going to do this.” The fingers prodded him, then pushed on his hole while her other hand made long strokes on his cock. Drill gasped as her fingers slid in and gently rubbed his interior. “I’m in charge of sex this time.” He groaned with her small brave step, eager to see what she wanted. “And I’m going to do what I want.”
“God Beck. Tell me what you want.”
She whispered in his ear, “A glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut around your dick.” Drill burst out laughing, her fingers sunk all the way inside him, her thumb rubbed his taint. “Sorry. Actually dreamed of that one night.”
“A doughnut. A doughnut you shall have.” He turned his head to kiss her.
“A double treat. I’d love that. I think it was a wet dream.” Drill started giggling. “My mouth and pussy were watering when I woke up.” He laughed. Becky removed her fingers, rolled him onto his back and plunged his dick into her mouth. No fear or worry, she gave him the best suck job he’d ever felt.
“FUCK!” His body curled upward. Becky took the opportunity and bent his leg up, his cock still on her tongue. Hugging his thigh with one arm, her free hand found his asshole, two fingers resuming their careful pumping. Drill did his best not to unfurl his leg- his muscles spasmed. “Beck! BECK!” He came hard, his legs straightened, nearly knocking her over. His hands held her head in place as he felt her mouth swallow each and every stream of come. Finished, his body fell limp. The hands on her head, lifted her face and he panted, “God I love you.”
She smirked, “That was its own form of glaze frosting. But if it was on a doughnut I wouldn’t eat it.”
“Gross!” He laughed, guiding her face to his. Becky crawled up him, smiling all the way. “That would be disgusting.”
“Yeah. It could cure me of Krispy Kreme’s altogether though. If I buy a dozen, will you jerk off onto them?”
“I’ll jerk off for you but not onto doughnuts. How about two oversized melons?” He squeezed her boobs making her laugh. “Watermelons. Cantaloupes don’t come close to these things. Your nipples are bigger than cherries. They’re like strawberries.”
“Are you hungry?” She held one up.
“For food or you? You, yes.” He attacked. Rolling her onto her back, he attended to one nipple and then the other. Soon she was breathing hard, his cock was also ready to go again. He shifted on top of her and slid in. “God Beck. I love how soft you are. I love that.” He slowly pumped himself in her.
“Harder,” she said, surprising him. “Please.”
“You want real hard?” He asked, but it sounded like a threat too. She nodded. “On all fours. Shins off the side of the bed.” He pulled out and stood beside the bed while Becky got in position. He stood between her legs, slipped his dick inside her tight cunt and paused. He was silent. Letting her tension build. Before she spoke, he lifted one foot and set it on the bed near her hip. “This is the only way I can do this without bruising you.” She groaned, knowing that she was about to be ravaged and yet he was still being careful. “Your ass will be bright red before I let myself come.” Drill closed his eyes, absorbing her small whimpers as if he was charging himself up. “Let me know-“
“Fuck me Drill. Please!”
Yes. That’s what I want. I want her to need me like I do her.
Starting slowly, he pumped his cock into her, gradually building speed like a roller coaster climbing the steep incline. Becky could feel his restraint and knew she was in for a killer ride. Her pussy tightened, Drill turned on his steel will.
Three. I will give her three. At least.
Without notice, he began to move faster, the roller coaster picking up speed as it comes down the mountain. Then, as the car curves back upward, it collides with force. The pressure and intensity of his thrusts caused a high pitched moan to rise from Becky. His hand on her shoulder, his weight throwing forward and crashing into hers made for primal grunts, thudding sounds of flesh and the beginnings of Becky’s orgasms.
Overwhelmed with the fucking of a lifetime, Becky could only scream as the first one hit. Drill was determined to bring more. He loved her sensual cries. He slapped her ass cheek hard, making her grunt and leaving a hand print on her pale skin. His foot came to the floor and the other rose to the bed- his stronger side. Becky felt just how strong as Drill battered his body into hers. Scream number two brought not only some serious cunt contractions but a small gush of clear come. Instead of letting it be his undoing, Drill dug deeper and forced Becky to come a third time. Her shoulders dipped as her body shook so hard she kicked his inner thigh with her calf. It had spared his balls, but spooked them enough that they retreated, crushing come from him.
Never before had Drill hollered as he came. His legs were throwing his flexing body toward her until he collapsed onto her back. Becky carefully laid out, and Drill, wanting to stay inside her, moved in tune to lie on her. Their legs hung awkwardly off the bed as he kissed the side of her face.
Her breathing still labored, she smiled, “Uh. And you can do harder than that?”
“But your spine might shoot out your skull,” he added.
Wheezily giggling, she reached behind her to touch him. Her hand found his waist and stayed. She asked quietly, “Do you really love me Drill?”
“Never saw that happening.”
“Me either.” She giggled. “I didn’t. But I’m glad.”
“I have some things I want to talk to you about in the morning.”
“Nothing to worry about. I just love you and..well, we’ll talk in the light of day. We’ve had quite the evening. At least I have.”
“Would you like to shower?”
“Only if you’ll join me.”
A gentle shower, assisting one another in a playful manner in the water. Nothing heated, nothing rushed. They emerged content and climbed into bed. Drill’s heart fluttered as she cuddled up to him, something he had wanted the night he realized he loved her.
Grinning widely at her in his arms, he said, “Goodnight Beck.” He didn’t think he’d sleep a wink, too excited about how the evening turned out. His day. His new hope for his life.
“A very good night Drill,” she sighed. Then they both sighed. And sighed again in unison.
He chuckled, “I’d better say good night to the girls.” He kissed her nipple and said, “This one I named Pinky,” she laughed as he sucked on Pinky. “But Poky gets jealous so-“
“Pinky and Poky?” She howled making his heart soar. “You named my nipples?” She was trying not to laugh so she could hear his explanation.
“Well, one time when I was paying attention to Pinky, Poky poked me in the eye,” Becky was wheezing as Drill continued, “And I scolded her by nipping her and she really liked it. Made momma moan and stuff.”
“Momma!?” She croaked. It took several minutes for Becky to settle down, but whenever she did another rupture of giggles would happen. Drill was elated to a level he had never known. The woman he loved was with him and he was making her happy.
If I had told her earlier that I loved her, would we be here like this now? So blissful? Maybe. Doesn’t matter. She’s here now.
“Oh Drill,” she sighed for the hundredth time. “You’re so cute. Naming my nipples. Ooooooh. So funny.”
Lying beside her, he stroked her body. He wanted to make love, but he wanted Becky to know he loved her enough to be content just being with her. Their entire relationship was physical, now it was time for more. Soon Becky’s breaths were deep and long. Drill loved her snuggled up to him, how trusting she was, how she always had been. Soon he fell into a blissful rest.
He woke, his entire body was the most relaxed it had been since he had been alerted to the embezzlement months before. Grinning at the ceiling, he sighed. Suddenly he realized she was gone. Panicked he bolted upright and ran for the front door, but as he tore through the living room he heard Becky snort. He came to a screeching halt. By the time he shed his tense posture she was giggling hard. The oversized tshirt hung shapelessly past her knees, her hair was messy and her mascara was smudged, but all Drill saw was the woman he adored.
Grinning, he stood tall, his morning wood standing proudly like the rest of him. When he put his fists on his hips, Becky laughed and nearly dropped the spatula in her hand.
“I am going to go dress,” he announced. Becky was breathless, bent over the small dining table and nodding her head. “But first I need to say good morning.” It’s a rare sight to see a well sculpted man, wearing a hard on stride quickly in one’s direction. Becky squealed and backed into the corner. Drill lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter.
Smiling at her pink face, he said, “It is a great morning.” His dick was pressed to her thigh but neither seemed to notice. They were solemn, looking at one another in a new light. One that was changing the rotation of their worlds. “No, it’s not a great morning, this is the best morning I’ve ever had.” When Becky’s mouth popped open with surprise, Drill kissed her softly on the lips, his hands in her hair. “Sometimes, no, most of the time, in the morning light things seem different to me. Clearer. What seemed acceptable the night before turns sour in the dark. But this morning I know what I learned awhile ago, that I want you in my life Beck. I love you. It is not jealousy, it is not lust or me acting out in frustration, but I love this woman.” He held her face in his hands. “This one.”
Becky was shaking, being with him was one thing, but hearing him say such things about her, his affections was more than she had ever dared to hope. A chaste kiss touched her mouth, he smiled intensely and hugged her. He was about to burst.
“Go get dressed,” she said stroking his hair, “I’m making breakfast.”
So occupied with her he hadn’t noticed she was cooking. “But-“ he turned to see the makings of an egg white omelet with peppers and onion. Turkey sausage, whole wheat muffins and orange juice. He stared at her, “There was nothing but beverages in my fridge.”
“A beer, protein shakes and carrots,” she smiled at him. “Go get-“
“When did you-“
“I was up early and ran to the store on the corner. No big deal.”
He smiled, thinking of her going to the store with a mussed hair and face, but clueless. “I had planned on making you breakfast, asking what you wanted and then getting it and making it…but you.”
She shrugged, “I wanted to make you breakfast. You’ve done so much for me, it’s-“
Shaking his head, he protested, “No, no, no, no. I’ve taken from you. Harshly.” When he grimaced she hugged him. “But I have. I have to make it up to-“
“Let’s say we’re even. Will that work for you?” When he hesitated she played her card, “To make me happy, will you say we’re even?” He groaned. “Please. Please Drill. Equals. I want to be equal.” Against his feelings he tentatively nodded. “Oh good!” She kissed his cheek. “Thank you. Now go get dressed.”
He touched her feet which hung near his knees, “I’ll bring you some socks. Your feet are cold.”
“Thanks.” He helped her off the counter but held her a moment. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be in here.”
After putting socks on her, she cooked as Drill nuzzled her neck, his arms around her as they talked about recipes. Lighthearted talk, his heart was heavy with nerves. Becky sensed it and leaned back into him. That small gesture meant much to him; she trusted him, she wanted to be with him. Never one to lack confidence, Drill hadn’t realized how vulnerable she made him feel. For once he was terrified of a potential loss.
They ate as he asked her about her job. It was the most subdued, roundabout job interview. The more she told him the more hopeful he became about hiring her. Seeing his eyes widen as she spoke, Becky saw a different part of Drill. Last night he was anxious but this morning he was a little frightened. She saw hope in his eyes and had no idea what it was about. Until he laid it all out.
“I would like you to come..” he changed tactics. It sounded too cold to offer her a job without explaining. “Please hear me out.” Becky nodded and he gave her a peck on her cheek. “You’re so sweet. Okay.” He cleared his throat and prepared for one of the hardest things he’s ever done. “First, I would like you to move in with me.” Her eyelids nearly receded behind her eyeballs. “I have a guest room, where you can..” Becky was turning white. Drill stopped speaking and shifted nervously in his chair.
Becky leaned forward and patted his knee, “Please. Please go on. Ignore me.”
“Oh. Uh, well, I- uh-“ he sputtered, stopped and cleared his throat. Fear was strangling him now. Eyes on the floor he felt hope dwindling and his tone reflected it. “You can stay with me..for good or find your own place-“ he grimaced, not liking that idea at all, so he skipped it. “Since the embezzlement I have restructured my operations and need people I trust and can rely on. Not only do you have an accounting and statistical background, your work history shows that you’re flexible too. That’s very important to me. Job descriptions change as business grows. I would like to..”
This is it. God help me if she turns me down. I’ve already got her office ready and..
“Look at me Drill.” She scooted her chair to be next to his and took his hand. He inhaled, held that breath and looked at her. She was smiling. It wasn’t a pity smile, or I’m sorry smile- it was joy. “I can be a bit of a workaholic.” She loved it when he sat up straighter. “And we can discuss business as much as you wish. To and from work, at dinner, while we workout-“
“Beck. Beck. You will? You’ll-“
“Yeah. Of course. I’ve got myself a trophy boyfriend.” She jokingly leered at him. “And, if you snore, then I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
He pulled her onto his lap, his arms couldn’t squeeze her enough. “Do you want to know more about the job? About-“
“Yeah. I plan on blackmailing the boss into sleeping with me.” He chuckled. “No blackmail?” He shook his head. “Oh well.”
“How- Beck. How will your parents..”
“My parents think I’ve been seeing someone. I have. They know I was meeting with you, but now I’ll introduce you.” He grinned. “You sure you want to meet-“
“Yes. I do. You’re moving in with me. Going to work with me. May-“
“Work for you. Not with. I don’t want people-“
“It’s my damn company. You’re my girlfriend and-“ Becky inhaled. That’s so cute. I want to see that again. “You’re my girlfriend. And I think it's more than that Beck.”
“More?” She leaned back but he pulled her tight to him. “What more can-“
A blush rose in his cheeks. He’d been brave all morning, now he was even braver. “Do you ever want to have kids?”
“How- who..uh..You? I- Wha? Me?” Now she was shaking. Drill understood this emotion, she was overwhelmed.
“I’d like to start a family. With you. Babies.”
“You’re too young. You’ve got years ahead of-“
“I’m thirty-two Beck. You’re twenty six. I bought a house a couple years ago. A fixer upper. The moment I saw it I saw kids in it. Remodeled it. Have a great guest room. I’ve used the other bedrooms for an office, a home gym I never use, storage. Never use the office at home either. But you could, if you wanted. If you wanted to stay home and raise-“ She pressed her hand against his mouth.
“Holy shit Drill,” she laughed humorlessly. “Confessing love. Crazy sex. Naming nipples. Shacking up. A job. And children?” A thin sweat of panic covered his upper lip as he studied her face. “You sure know how to overwhelm a girl.” Her hand dropped to her lap, he was frozen- too afraid to move. She looked at her hands. “Never would have dreamed it. You and me. Together like this. Didn’t dare think it. But I wanted it. And you’re telling me..that I can have it. Have it all?”
“Yes,” he said faintly.
“And you want to have children with me?”
“And yet we’ve never been in public together?”
He whispered with shame, “No.”
“My friends are not my life. They are my friends and if they love me, they will respect my decision. Beck. Once they see me with you, there’s no denying that you are what I’ve been missing.”
“Yes. I’m ready for the next stage in life. Are you?”
She smiled at her lap and nodded. “One thing.”
“What’s your real name?”
“Darrell. I like Darrell. Fell in love with Drill.”
“Drill it is then.”
“Drill it is.”
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