Wanting Her (Loving Her Series) (17 page)

             
Once we head through the house and I walk her down the street to Lacy's place, I attempt at explaining Toby to her. "Air, you can't hang out with Toby. Number one, he's too old. Number two, you can get him into trouble. Number three, it's just no, I've seen the girls he hangs with, so NO."

             
"I know. He was easy to talk to though. No big deal, I understand." Once we reach her Mustang, I open her door. "Thanks for letting me party with you."

             
"Yeah, it was fine. I'll see you later." I turn to walk away.

             
"I like Brooklyn," she tells me. I stop and turn around.

             
"Yeah, she's great." I smile.

             
"You like her too. I noticed how you watch her all evening and how you were concerned when she got upset. She's super pretty." I walk back toward Ariel.

             
"She is super pretty. But don't mention to anyone what you noticed, okay?" She nods and climbs in, and I head back toward the house to help clean up.

             
I get back to the house and see Brooklyn on the lounger with Toby. She's eating another hamburger. She just had one a few hours ago. I walk over to them. She looks up, so cute like a little hamster with food stuffed in her cheeks. "Hungry again?" I laugh.

             
"I am. This burger is so good. Want a bite?" She laughs.

             
"No thanks, you eat it." I sit down across from her and Toby.

             
"I want a bite." Toby flirts, leaning over toward Brooklyn. She giggles and holds out her burger. I give him a murderous look, and he smirks at me. "This isn't quite the bite I'd like to have, but it will do," he takes a huge bite.

             
"Stop, you're so funny." She giggles again. I look down and notice a glass of wine at her feet.

             
"How much wine have you had?" I ask her, picking up her glass.

             
She looks quizzical at the glass before taking it and finishing off the rest. "I'm not sure." I notice now that she slurs her words.

             
Toby claps his hands together. "Fuck, now is the time for poker. She's buzzed." The few left from the party laugh because everyone knows that he can't beat her.

             
She looks at him. "Bring it on, Big Boy." He laughs at her.

             
He nods. "Okay....I say we up the stakes here. Strip poker." He waggles his eyebrows. Several of the guys and a few girls holler. Everyone, even Preston, laughs except me.

             
"No way. Preston, come on." I look for help to stop this.

             
"Dude, she can beat him drunk. No big deal. They have seen her practically naked before when she swims in her tiny suits." Preston throws the deck of cards over to Toby, who begins to shuffle. A guy and a girl jump in on the game. I rake my fingers through my hair. I hate this.

             
"Brooklyn, let's get you up to bed," I tell her. She looks up at me with a smile as Toby of course pours her another glass of wine. I look at him, getting a little more than perturbed. "That's enough." Toby just waves me away and starts to deal the hand on the small table between the loungers.

             
They play teams of girls against the guys. I sure hope this chick is good. Of course the first hand the girls win, so Toby and the guy remove their shirt.

             
"OOOHH...you have your nipples pierced too," Brooklyn slurs.

             
"Sure do. Not the only thing pierced either." He smirks.

             
"Really?" Brooklyn's eyes are huge.             

             
He laughs. "You aren't the only one with piercings." He chuckles. He knows that her nipples are also pierced since he was there when she had it done. She blushes.

             
The girl next to her seems surprised. "I want to see them." She is now looking at Brooklyn a little differently than before, and she seems slightly too excited.

             
"Not unless we lose," Brooklyn replies.

             
After two more hands, Toby is down to his boxers, and he just grins at Brooklyn. "Now time for the girls to strip, I was just warming up."

             
"Bring it on. This game is about over." She points her half-empty glass of wine toward Toby's almost naked body.

             
"Whatever." He laughs

             
Next hand, sure enough, guys win. The girls giggle as they whip off their shirt. It sad when a thirty-five-year-old's bra is sexier than a twenty-year-old’s. Brooklyn has on a black lace bra that barely covers her tits. Toby and the other guy are just staring at her chest. Even the girl is checking her out, I imagine looking for her piercing. "Bring it on," Brooklyn taunts.

             
Next hand again the guys win. Toby snaps his fingers at Brooklyn. She huffs and stands up. I'm now gritting my teeth. She shimmies down her shorts, revealing her matching black lace boy shorts. "Damn, for an older woman you sure are hot." The girl whose name I still haven't heard is openly checking her out.

             
"Whatever," Brooklyn says, sitting back down while the other chick takes off her shorts also. She doesn't get near the attention Brooklyn does by the guys or the crowd that is now gathered around. I fist my hands. This is as far as I can allow. She's always in a bikini, so this isn't much different than that. Right?

             
Toby adjusts himself in his seat and peeks up at me, knowing that I'm getting more uncomfortable as the game progresses. He winks as he deals another hand. Preston is off on the other side of the pool with that same chick from earlier so he has no idea what's going on. Next thing I know, the guys have won again. This game has to be fixed for Brooklyn not winning now, or she's just that drunk. Just as Brooklyn is about to unclasp her bra from behind, I grab her and pull her up. Everyone boos at me. "It was just about to get good," Toby and the chick both whine.

             
Brooklyn is wobbly on her legs so I reach behind her knees and pick her up. "Not going to happen." I practically hiss at Toby and anyone else eager to see her naked. I start to walk toward the house. I holler at Preston. "Your mom is toast, I'm going to lay her down real fast." He just laughs and holds up his thumbs while continuing to talk to his new girl.

             
I get her to her room and set her down on her bed. She flops back, giggling. She immediately lifts her hips and pulls her panties down her long ass legs. I swallow and look back at the door. She gets up on her knees and inches toward the edge. "Come here, baby," she whispers drunkenly. I can't do this while she is in this state.

             
"Brooklyn, you need to sleep this off." I pull her quilt back for her to get under her covers. She huffs and pouts while moving back to get in bed.

             
"That was hot down there, right?" she slurs.

             
"Baby, you're always hot." I kiss her forehead.

             
"I feel really hot right now." She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, allowing her tits to spring free. My dick is aching to go play, and just as she flops onto her back, she spreads her legs, and I can tell her pussy is ready to play too. It looks so wet. She must notice my delay in covering her up because she slowly reaches down, and with her two fingers, starts to rub against her very erect clit. I moan. Her hips are gravitating against her fingers. I drop the blanket and run over to her door, quickly locking the door. I get back to her, and her eyes are closed as she now has her other hand's finger running in and out of her soaked pussy. I climb up between her legs to help relieve her pressure. I dip my head and lick up between her cleft. She tastes so amazing. She moves her hands and starts to play with her tits as I take care of her needs further down. I suck and lick and prod her entrance until she’s begging me to take her further. I unbutton my jeans and lower them down past my hips. She’s clawing at me, bringing me closer. Just as I'm about to push home, there's a knock at the door. I quickly jump up and fix my jeans against my raging hard on. I shush Brooklyn and cover her up before walking over to the door, praying it's not Preston. I open the door to Toby standing there in only his jeans.

             
"Preston is about to come up to check on his mom. I was headed out and wanted to warn you. I didn't want you to get caught with your pants down." He chuckles. I hear movement behind me and look over my shoulder, and a very naked Brooklyn is approaching the door. "FUCK....She's amazing," Toby says, trying to look past me.

             
"Thanks for the heads up. Get Out." I push the door closed on his over eager eyes.  I look at Brooklyn. "Preston's on his way up. Let's get you dressed." I pull her toward her dresser. I quickly pull a camisole over her head and let her slip on a pair of panties. I rush her to the bed and sit next to her, stroking her hair. It's only moments until she's out cold, and Preston is walking through the door.

             
"She okay now?" Preston stops next to the bed.

             
"Yeah, she's out." I stand to leave.

             
As I'm about to get to the door, Preston stops me. "Hey, Landon, thanks for always caring for my mom. I know you mean a lot to her. I appreciate it."

             
"Yeah, no problem. Your mom's great." I shut the door behind me, then I walk to the spare room across from hers. I undress down to my boxer briefs. Guilt for caring more than he realizes it, but not enough guilt to stop. I lie there remembering her down there stripping in her cute black undies and then pleasuring herself in front of me, and before I know it, I have my boxers pulled down my hips again, stroking myself to all thoughts of Brooklyn. I quietly moan as I continue to pump all my seed all over my stomach.

Chapter 17-Brooklyn

             
I wake the next morning with a pounding head and an upset stomach. The moment I shift in bed, my stomach rolls, and I run from the bed to the bathroom and start to dry heave. I throw up anything that was left from last night's dinner in the toilet. I feel someone come up behind me with a cool washcloth, wiping my forehead. I lay my head down on my arm.

             
"You okay, baby?" Landon rubs my back.

             
"Yeah....I think I drank too much. Sorry," I whisper. He holds his hand out with a couple Tylenols. I take them, and he hands me a bottle of water. "Thanks."

             
I look up and he smiles, and I notice walking in from my room scratching his crotch is my sleepy son. "Mom, are you okay? You got a little plastered last night celebrating my birthday." He chuckles.

             
"Oh God. I'm sorry." I start to get up. They both reach out to help me back into my room to the bed. "Thanks, guys."

             
"No problem. Landon took care of you last night until I came up to help." Preston kisses my forehead. "Just lie down awhile and rest."

             
"Okay."  I lie down, and Preston covers me back up.

             
"We'll get you something light to eat." He walks out. I look up at Landon, who is still standing next to the bed.

             
"That bad HUH?" I close my eyes.

             
"If strip poker is bad, then I guess. But don't worry, I stopped it before anyone saw too much." I peek an eye open, and Landon winks at me. I groan.

             
"Great. I need to brush my teeth." Landon helps me up and kisses my forehead.

             
"I'll help Preston get something for you to eat. Let me know if you need anything." I nod and head to the bathroom to brush and shower.

**

              I make it down to the kitchen, and it's a complete mess. Eggs shells are everywhere. There's stuff around on the counter everywhere. "What happened?" Both boys look up, embarrassed.

             
"We tried, but it didn't work out too well." Preston shrugs.

             
I laugh and move them out of the kitchen to clean it up and finish what they started. Once I'm done, I have finished the bacon, eggs, toast with jelly, and the boys are inhaling all the food within minutes.  I just pick at the eggs and have a dry piece of toast. I feel much better and decide a little sun would be good. The boys agree, and we meet back on the patio after everyone changes.