Writing this for my friend, "Jack". Hope I am doing you proud brother..
Stevie stepped off the treadmill and wiped her face.
"I really need to find a new gym." She half smiled at the man seated on the weight bench. The men here were always hitting on her and she hated it.
"Whoa, sorry."
Stevie looked up into a pair of very brown, very sexy eyes.
"Hi. Sorry I guess I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Name's Mark" he smiled and extended his hand.
"Stevie, nice to meet you." She started to brush past him.
"Stevie." he laughed, folding his arms across his finely chiseled chest. "pretty interesting name."
"Well, my parents were pretty interesting people, now if you will excuse me, I would like to take a shower."
Stevie went into the women's dressing room, preparing herself for the whispers and stares. Stevie was by no means ugly, and had a set of tits that would make Dolly Parton jealous. She also had a very unique problem for a woman of her age. She lactated. The other girls mouths would gape open when she undressed, wondering if her tits were real or fake, then they would point at her with looks of horror if she began to leak. Many times Stevie had left the gym in tears. She showered and dressed quickly and headed to her car.
"Hey." Stevie cussed under her breath when she saw Mark, the dude she'd met earlier jogging across the parking lot toward her.
"Look, you seem really nice but.. "
"But what." He laughed, "I don't bite."
He had a killer smile and the cutest laugh she'd ever heard. He filled the Wranglers he was wearing very nicely.
Stevie tossed her bag into the back seat and leaned against the car.
"I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to," He shrugged, "grab some dinner."
"I don't grab dinner with men I don't know."
"Ok, my name is Mark Morris, I am thirty six, never been married, I own my own construction business, Morris Construction, I have never been arrested, graduated Salutatorian of my class." he grinned at her, "will you let me take you to dinner now?"
Stevie smiled. God she was cute. Mark took the time to really look her over. He couldn't take his eyes off her chest. He had always loved big breasted women, that being the one thing he looked for when choosing a potential date. She had a trim frame, red hair and green eyes. Her skin was not pasty white and freckled like most red headed women. She had a nice olive color.
"I don't know.. I just..."
"Look, let me take you to dinner, and if it totally sucks, I promise not to even say hello to you when I see you here.. ok."
"Ok." Stevie nodded, "Just let me go home and change."
"Where should I pick you up?"
"I.. if its all the same to you, I would rather us meet someplace."
"Ok, what about that new seafood restaurant, the one on the harbor." He smiled at her, "you like seafood?"
"Love it."
"Great, I will see you at six."
Stevie climbed into her car and drove off. Mark wanted to do a leprechaun kick. He'd had his eye on her for months. "I wonder what she's like in bed." He said to himself as he walked to his truck.
SIX WEEKS LATER
Stevie pulled up on the curb and crawled out of her car. She went around to the passenger side, waving at Art, one of the crew of Mark's construction company. She pulled out the take out containers and shut the door with her hip.
"Mark's inside." Art winked at her, watching her ass sway as she walked past him. Mark was busy talking to the foreman when she walked in.
"Hey." He grinned at her, "hey guys, lets break for lunch."
Mark took the take out from her and kissed her cheek, "Why don't we walk down to the lake, there is a picnic table down there."
"Wow, this is beautiful" Stevie sat a drink in front of Mark and popped a straw in the cup, "is this going to be a subdivision?"
"Yeah," he took the plastic lid off the container of sweet and sour chicken, "I will be working a lot of Saturdays, but I will be making good money."
"Its nice that there is a lake back here."
"Yeah, but the realtor is gonna have a hell of a time trying to sell these houses, the owners will need flood insurance."
Stevie's phone rang and she excused herself before answering. It was her boss. Stevie hung the phone up and smiled.
"Well, looks like we will be seeing quite a lot of each other in the next few months."
"Really, why?"
"My real estate company just got hired to sell the homes back here."
"You serious?"
"Yeah."
Mark told Stevie goodbye and walked back into the house they were working on. Doug, one of his men walked up to him and slapped him on the shoulder.
"You have the best damn luck. Where did you meet her?"
"The gym." Mark watched her drive off.
"She good?"
"What?"
"In the sack man.. is she good? Here tits as big as they look?"
"I don't know, we haven't got that far."
THAT NIGHT
Stevie thought she heard the doorbell and laid her glasses on the table. She flipped the outside light on and opened the door. Mark was standing there holding a twelve pack of Bud Light and a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.
"I come bearing gifts."
"I... I wasn't expecting anyone." Stevie suddenly became very aware she wasn't wearing a bra. Mark had noticed. Hell he couldn't help but notice, her nipples were sticking out a mile.
"Sorry, guess I should have called.. "
"No, its fine." She smiled, "I could use a beer."
"Well." Mark sat two beers on the kitchen table before sliding the beers into the fridge, "What are we up to on this steamy Friday evening?"
"Hunting a client a house." Stevie twisted the top off the beer, "and they are royal pains in the ass."
Mark laughed. "How so?"
"Oh.. she wants a steam shower, four bedrooms, a pool, a formal living and dining area, a den.. the list goes on and on."
"She's gonna pay for it too."
"Oh.. money is no object for them."
"You should bring them to the house we just finished."
"Its only got three bedrooms?"
"No.. I am talking about the one, right by the lake.. where we ate lunch today."
"Oh.. I didn't think those were finished yet." Stevie picked up her cell, "Let me call her and see what she says."
Stevie sent the link to the property, and in a few minutes her phone rang and Mrs Jameson told her they wanted to look at the property.
"Could you excuse me for a second." Stevie got up and walked to the bedroom. She needed to pump, bad. She sat down on the bed and pulled the breastpump out and hooked it on. She had almost finished when she heard Mark clear his throat. She wanted to burst into tears she was so embarrassed.
"Oh.. sorry.. I guess I should have.. " He just stood there, staring, and licked his lips.
Stevie sat the pump in the bathroom and poured the milk down the sink. She went back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, not daring to look at Mark.
"If you want to go, I understand."
"No.. I don't." He sat down on the bed beside her. He took her hand, "How long, I mean,"
"Since I was 13." she sighed, "and every guy I have ever tried to be with has grossed out when he found out I lactate."
Mark ran his hand through his hair. This was a dream come true for him. He didn't know whether he should tell Stevie that or not, especially now.
"Well." She looked at him. "go on, tell me how sick you think I am because.. "
"Stevie, I don't think you are sick or gross." He put his hand on her face, "I think you are gorgeous." He looked down at her breasts and back up to her eyes, "all of you."
"You mean that?"
"Yeah, I do."
He smiled at her, "Can I come over and play sometime?"
She laughed, "Yeah, you can."
He looked at the clock, realizing it was past one. "Well, I need to go, I have a big day tomorrow, and," he gave her a stern look and shook his finger at her, "you have a house to show young lady."
Stevie walked him to the door, and thanked him for the refreshments.
"Well, why don't I come by tomorrow night, bring some pizza or something, and we can finish off that twelve pack.
"Ok."
Mark had his hand on the doorknob and turned to her, "What would you say if I told you I want to kiss you goodnight?"
Stevie shook her head, "What do you want me to say?"
Mark pulled her to him and kissed her. He wanted to do more than kiss her. He would sleep tonight with the image of that pump milking her gorgeous breasts in his mind.
"See you tomorrow?"
Stevie shut the door and leaned against it. Had she finally found "the" one?
THE NEXT DAY
Stevie pulled up in front of the house and used the key in the lock box to open the door and ready the property for Mrs Jameson and her husband. She was lighting a candle when she heard someone at the door.
"Hey." Mark grinned at her. "they here yet?"
"No." She stepped into the living room.
"Wow, you look nice."
"Thank you." she was dressed in a navy blue suit and heels. She was almost as tall as he was, but not quite.
"So, what do you want for dinner?"
"Doesn't matter." It was hot, had to be over ninety degrees and Mark was in jeans. "Mark aren't you hot in those jeans?"
"Yeah, very."
"Why don't you wear shorts, the rest of the guys do."
"I... I cant wear shorts."
"Why not?"
"I just cant." He sounded annoyed so Stevie decided it best to let the subject lay. He may have been in an accident and had scarred up legs or something that made him self conscious.
"Oh.. uh.. well." Stevie looked out the front window, "Mr and Mrs Jameson just pulled up, hey do you mind hanging around, in case they have any questions about the house?"
"Sure, I don't mind, guys are on a lunch break anyway."
Stevie texted her boss with good news. She had made a sale. She walked to her car and tossed her purse in the backseat.
"Stevie" she turned to see Mark walking toward her, "good job."
"Thanks." She smiled, "I didn't think they were gonna buy it, but.. "
"Guess I am a better salesman than I thought."
"Guess so."
"Well, I guess I will go home and take a shower and then come on over to your house."
"Sounds good." she giggled, "I will make sure I am fully clothed this time."
"I didn't mind that at all." Mark stood close to her, "in fact, if you want to go braless again tonight, be my guest."
"Mark," She looked up at him, "don't say things like that ok."
"Stevie, I was just kiddin around.. I didn't mean to.."
"I know." She nodded, "Its me... I have got more than a demon or two I am trying to deal with."
Mark gave her a concerned look. She shook her head, "No worries." she slipped her sunglasses on and opened her car door, "See you tonight."
Mark wondered what she meant, and he intended to find out.
LATER THAT NIGHT
"So tell me, am I a good cook or what?" Mark shut the lid to the pizza box.
"Or what." Stevie giggled.
"Bet you can cook." He smiled at her, "Bet the kitchen isn't the only room you are good in either.
Stevie stood up and picked up the pizza box and empty beer bottles and walked to the kitchen. Mark had hit a nerve. He walked to the kitchen behind her. She bumped square into him when she turned to go back into the living room.
"Grab two beers, and lets sit down and talk ok."
Stevie nodded. She really liked Mark, a lot, and if she hoped to have any kind of relationship with him, she knew she had to be honest. She sat down on the couch beside him and curled her legs under her.
"I don't want you to think bad of me, when I tell you..."
"Stevie," Mark took her hand, "I wont."
"Yes you will." She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, "you will be just like all the other guys, so, I will just lay my cards out on the table. My first and only sexual experience was with my father.