An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8

No Talking

LENA POV

As Whitney Houston's newest album plays in the background, I am now back in my painting clothes, this time with a small fan blowing for it was a very hot evening. I decided to skip the wine, for some reason I am feeling guilty that I get to drink and Stef can't. Even if she isn't here and doesn't live here and we aren't married anymore, I still feel guilty about what she struggles with at times. 

Right now so much is swirling around in my mind especially in regards to my son and what transpired tonight. Stef and I were so much at a lose on his behavior right now. What the hell was he even thinking behaving like he was to us and to his teacher.  We just had no clue at all but if I was honest Sharon's thoughts on it were haunting me and I was hoping to god my son was not on drugs.

As I mix some reds and whites to make a soft pink for the sunset in my newest painting in my Coronado Island series, I don't even know how to feel.

Instead I sing softly with Whitney, for if I think way too much, I just might pop open that bottle of red once more and drink right out of it. I dip my brush into the paint and begin swiping gently across the canvass as I hear a noise, and I quickly get up to stop my player, standing still as my heart hammers in my chest.

I don't hear anything for what feels like hours as I sigh and turn the player back on and sit down to paint just as the door to my garage opens and I hear a familiar voice. "You shouldn't hide your key in an obvious place, Len."

I jump up now as my stool falls over, and I drop my paint brush as I squeal, seeing Stef walking in the garage with a smirk on her face. She was the last person I thought I'd see tonight as I feel my face grow warm.

"Stef! What are you doing here? I thought I heard a noise, but I thought I was hearing things," I laugh awkwardly as she nears me.

"You invited me over, or did you forget. Mm?" She says in a low voice, and I notice that she really does have her running clothes on which consisted of running shorts and a sports bra, and I can barely think as my mouth goes dry.

"Oh. Umm, yes, but I thought you were pulling away, and it's so late, I just..."

"Shut up and kiss me baby," she grabs my waist now rather harshly as I feel her lips on mine, and I feel the intensity she's been carrying all evening. My mind scrambles, and I can't seem to form any thoughts really as our tongues swirl around each other's and I feel her quickly strip me naked before picking me up and setting me on the nearby table I had been working on refurbishing for my kitchen.

"Stef," I manage now as she throws off her bra and strips her shorts off,  before going down on me rather roughly, eating me out as if there's no tomorrow. All I can do is throw my head back as I feel her tongue inside of me and all around my swollen clit, and I reach down and grab her hair as I gasp, struggling to breathe as it doesn't take long for me to explode.

"Steff...Jesus..."

"Fuck, Lena you taste so fucking good...Yum..." she moans and before I know what's happening, she pushes me back and climbs up on top of me, hovering over me now, and I see the desire in her eyes briefly as she moves to press her soaking wet pussy on top of mine and pushes down as she lays on me and ravishes my neck, our bodies rocking together.

I claw down her back rather harshly as something shifts between us again, and the next thing I know, her fingers are deep in me as she fucks the literal hell out of me, looking deeply in my eyes, and anything I want to say, I don't for I refuse to make that mistake again...not now as I cry out her name and cum deeply before she moves off of me and grabs her clothes. I realize she hasn't give me a chance to even touch her back or make her feel good and I can only wonder why.