𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+

T H I R T E E N

"You okay baby?"

"Yeah," Stephan groaned. "My back just hurts."

Reagan laughed. "Jesus Christ. Already? You aren't even in your sixties yet."

Stephan rolled his eyes. "No but my wife over works yet under pays me." He slowly laid on the bed.

"I do not," she argued. "I think the pay is reasonable." She kissed his cheek.

"I'll let you think what you want," he closed his eyes.

"Well fine then, you want a raise?"

"No I want to quit," he laughed.

"Noo, I need you," she climbed on top of him. "Harvey is sick and the only big strong available man is my husband." She pouted.

Stephan opened his eyes. "I'm getting too old for this."

"You aren't too old to teach."

"I'm sitting on my ass like all day. Please, let's not compare."

Reagan laughed. "I hate kids."

"Their like twenty. And don't you have a child?"

"She's in her twenties," Reagan shrugged. "Not a child no more."

Stephan scoffed. "No she isn't. Full grown adult."

"Yup," Reagan sighed. "But look, if I gave you a raise, will you stop complaining?"

"Absolutely not."

"You sure?" Reagan began trailing her fingers down his chest. "My raises are very promising," she said seductively.

Stephan giggled. "I think our definitions of raises are a little different," he giggled again.

She began to pull his pants down, kissing his torso as she did. She dragged one hand down to his bulge, the other began pulling his pants down.

It sprung out.

Reagan licked from the base to the tip, watching as Stephan moaned in ecstasy. She began to suck on the tip, then started going lower and slower.

"Fuck," Stephan said softly under his breath. "Mmm."

She began to pick up her speed, massaging his balls as she did.

She slowly lifted her head up, going down further to suck on his balls. She slowly jerked off his cock as she sucked on his balls.

"Yeah," he said under his breath.

Seconds later, her hand was covered in a white sticky goo.

"You gonna keep helping me now?"

"Mmm," he groaned. "Gimme a sec-" Before there was a loud bang. Stephan sat up quickly, Reagan falling back as he did. "What was that?"

"The door?" She answered with uncertainty. They both got out of the bed to go investigate.

"I'm a fucking idiot!" It was Agnes and she seemed...

"She drunk," Reagan whispered.

Stephen shrugged. "That's...new.",

Agnes sniffled. "The fuck is wrong with me. Why am I such a fucking dumass," she slurred.

"Aggy?" Reagan intervened. "Aggy you okay?"

Agnes scoffed. "Am I okay?" She repeated to herself. "Okay," she giggled. "Do I look okay!" She yelled.

"Well that's kind of why I asked," Reagan sighed. "Want to talk-"

"Just leave me alone." In her hand was a bottle of liquor.

"Give me that!" Reagan yelled before Agnes could get too far. "You're already drunk enough."

Agnes sucked her tooth.

"Don't suck your teeth. She's trying to help you. You know my family history," Stephan told her.

Agnes continued her walk to her room. Once they heard the door close, they looked at each other.

"Spoiled little bitch," Reagan sighed.

Stephan cocked his head back. "Seriously?"

Agnes shrugged. "I'm sorry," she giggled. "She just...Why won't she talk to us? She always does."

"She's grown ass women. It isn't our business."

"Look," Reagan sighed. "As long as she's not getting drunk like every night, I'm good."

"Yeah,"Stephan agreed. "The drinking has to stop."