Hey guys (if anyone is still reading this)! I honestly don't know what to say, four months late. I'm so, absolutely, one hundred percent sorry. I've written and rewritten the next couple of chapters, including this one, so many times, just to make sure I got everything right, and so a hiatus like this doesn't happen again.
Now on to chapter twenty five
Hold Your Hand: Part Two
Chapter Twenty Five
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Date Night
The rest of the week had gone on without incident. Sam and Olivia didn't speak for several days. The problem with the two of them, that Rachel had been noticing for a while now, was that Sam was extremly stubborn when it came to certain things, and had now passed the trait down to his oldest daughter; passionate, but still hotheaded. They were extremly alike, and their personalities often clashed, now more than ever, as Olivia grew older; but they eventually made up; Sam was upset for a little while, but got over it. He explained to Olivia why the party wasn't appropriate, and apologized for blowing up on her so easily; she understood. At the end of the day, Olivia was his little girl, and he couldn't stay mad at her for very long.
Sam sighed as he rested his head on his hand, his eyes lazily looking over the various comic books and trinkets in his store; things always grew quieter towards the end of the day; he didn't really mind all that much, he just... Wished he had something to do. There was about half an hour left until his last employee would go home, and he could close up shop and see Rachel and the kids.
Just then, he heard the door open. Looking up, his lips curved up into a large, wide smile when he saw his wife standing in front of him. "Hey," he walked up from behind the counter
"Hey, Sammy," she returned the smile.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, pulling the small girl into a hug.
"I just wanted to visit before picking the kids up," she stretched up and kissed his lips. Sam moaned into the kiss, tilting his head and slipping his tongue through her lips, "Sam," she moaned when she felt him move down to her neck, kissing and sucking on her pulse point.
"Ooooooh," he moaned when he felt her rub her hand over his crotch area, growing hard almost instantly.
"Does that feel good?" she whispered.
"Baby," he whined when he felt her undo his belt and slip her hand into his jeans, "we can't do this here. We'll get caught. "
"Not if we're careful."
"Rachel, maybe we should just wait until-"
"Come on," she took his hand in hers, pulling him behind the front counter, crouching down behind it, leaving Sam still standing
"What are you..." he questioned, his words drifting away when he felt her push his pants and boxers down his legs, licking the underside of his robbing cock, "fuckkk," he whimpered, "shit baby just fucking do it," he bit down on his lip.
She blew cool air on his tip, causing him to groan, impatiently. The blonde boy was now swaying his hips, slamming his fist down on the counter in frustration; it had been months since she had last given him a really good, hard blow job, and now she was just basically dangling it in his face, not exactly sure if she was going to just snatch it away from him, all together.
"Rachel, this is fucking torture! It's not fair... My cock is so hard that it hurts, and my balls are... Ooooooh they ache so bad..." he blinked back tears of desperate arousal, as he leaned forward against the counter, trying to ease the agonizing, painful ache in his groin.
"Aw Sammy," she giggled, placing her hands on his hips, stoping their movements. Rachel gently caressed his quivering thigh, smirking as he squirmed uncontrollably when she began to place tiny, light kisses up his shaft, "are you getting frustrated?"
"Oh shit, you're gonna get it," he looked down into her brown, big smoldering eyes, "with the way you're looking up at me... I'm gonna fuck you so hard... As soon as we get home... In fact... As soon as that last employee leaves in a few minutes... I'm gonna take you right in that back room... That's it... You're fucking mine, tonight... Oh god, Rachel..." he whined, beginning to sway, again. He thrust his hips toward her, looking for some kind of contact, "please," he looked down at her, his eyes begging.
"You're the one who said we should wait," she smirked moving down to lick his testicles. At that point, Sam felt like tearing his hair out, he was so sexually frustrated. "You're so cute, Sammy... I love the way you moan and squirm."
"God, I need you to blow me... Shit, please- oooooooh," he clenched his fists when he felt her trace the vain on the underside of his dick with her tongue. His head was starting to leak with pre-cum, "baby, I can't... I can't take it..." he was almost frantic now, an incoherent mess as he reached down for her head, carefully fisting her hair as he attempted to pull it onto his throbbing penis, desperately needing a release. Rachel resisted the pressure, though, an act that made the blonde boy want to scream out in aggravation, "Rachel, I'm begging you," he grabbed on to the side of the counter, his knuckles turning white when he felt her lick the tip, blowing air on it again, "god damn it, could you stop teasing me for one second? There's only so much I can take!" he moved her off of him, hoping to god that she would start sucking him soon, "I'll do anything you want... Absolutely anything... I'll eat you out, fuck you as hard as humanly fucking possible... Anything... Just please... Blow me... I need to cum so fucking bad... I can't hold out for much longer... Please..."
Just then, he heard one of his employees come out of the back room, and he panicked a little, moving her face away from his body, "Rachel, stop..."
"I don't want to..." she shook her head, whimpering when she felt the wetness begin to pool in between her legs, "I'm horny, and need to move things along... Plus... You're so cute, baby..." she licked the tip.
"What if I cum, huh?" he shook his head, hissing when he felt her tongue swirl around his super sensitive head, "what if I gotta moan?"
"Hold it," Rachel shrugged.
"Rachel, I'm at the end of my restraint, here... Enough with the goddamn teasing!" he saw the employee begin to walk up to the counter, "please behave..." he whispered.
"Hey, boss," the employee sighed, placing a stack of comics on the counter. Sam let out a small, high pitched yelp when he felt his wife run her tongue over the top of his shaft, "you alright?" he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Yeah," he clenched his teeth, his knees threatening to buckle when he felt her gently caress his left buttock, blowing on his shaft. The ache in his groin was unbearable, now, and he didn't know how much more of the teasing he could take, "I'm fine, Logan; what is it?"
"Well..." he started again; he could see his boss beginning to get red in the face, small beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, but decided not to say anything about it; he had how many kids, now? Four? Five, maybe? He must have just been stressed. "I finished with the inventory; I know it's a couple of minutes early, but I have three tests tomorrow-"
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed when he felt her finally take his entire length into her mouth, throwing his head back in pleasure.
"You sure you alright?"
"I'm fi-iiiiiiine... Baby, don't stop..."
"Huh?"
"Nothing..." he bit his lip, "get to the point..." he thrust his hips against her mouth, wanting so badly to be able to take in all the pleasure, instead of holding it in.
"Can I leave?"
"Yeah, sure..." he nodded, "go..."
"Alright," he grabbed his coat and walked up to the door, "bye boss."
"Mmm hmm," he nodded, "oh god, baby," Sam moaned, his hips jerking, pushing himself deeper into her warm, wet mouth, "feels... So fucking good..." he puffed his cheeks out, "Ooooh, thank you," he groaned, "thank you oooooohh," the blonde boy placed his hands on her head, his fingers tangling into her chocolate locks, "you look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth, baby," his head flopped back, his fingers clutching her head even tighter than before.
Sam groaned; there was no sensation quite like the one that came over him when he felt his dick in her mouth. He began to buck his hips in her direction, using his hands to guide her just the way he wanted her, creating a rhythm. Rachel grazed her teeth oh so gently over his erection, something that he really liked.
"Rachel …" His voice sounded strained and she knew what that meant.
She cupped his balls and swirled her tongue along his tip, making him grip her hair more strongly.
Not long after she felt his erection pulse and twitch inside her mouth and knew this was it.
Rachel squirmed, sucking harder on Sam's cock, moaning when she felt his body shake uncontrollably. She grew increasingly aroused as the seconds passed, her thighs rubbing together, staining the front of her skirt as she tried to create some kind of friction. Her underwear were beginning to feel unbearable, so she quickly slid them off, tossing them aside.
"Mmm," she whimpered when she felt his penis begin to quiver inside of her, the front of her tiny skirt rumpled and drenched. She was constantly moving, now, her hips swaying as she sat up on her knees, trying not to think about her aching core. The cool air against her exposed pussy was pure agony, and she closed her eyes, clenching her thighs, absolutely desperate to relieve some of the pressure.
"Fucking Christ!" Sam screamed, "yeah, baby... Fucking suck me harder... Harder... Oh my god!" he yelped when he felt his wife comply, "So... So hard... I can't fucking hang on, for much longer... Oh my god, I'm gonna cum... Shit, I can't fucking hold it..." he moved his hand up and held onto the counter, using every fiber of his being to try and hold on, "baaaby," he moaned, his knees wobbling, as he began to lose-whatever tiny bit he had left of- his composure, almost choking when he felt her squeeze his balls.
Rachel was frantic, now, her legs rubbing together furiously as she sucked as hard as she possibly could on her husband's penis; harder than she ever had before. The wetness she felt before was now sliding down the inside of her thighs to her ass and knees. Not giving a flying fuck about the mess she was surely creating all over the floor, even though she knew that Sam would have to be the one to clean it up, she reached down and out the tiniest bit of pressure on her clit from over her skirt. She squeaked at the feeling, having to stop herself from biting down. Unable to resist any longer, she moved her pointer finger into her tight hole, and moaned around him.
"I'm so horny," she mumbled as she moved her mouth off of him, leaning up and moving his left testicle into her mouth.
"Rachel!" he grunted, "shit, baby, I'm so close... No..." he breathed when he felt her move off of him, completely, "Please angel, don't start with this shit." Sam pleaded, extremely close to the edge, "I just... I gotta cum, babe... I-"
"Come here," she interrupted, completely disregarding his last comment as she motioned for him to move down next to her. The small girl continued to rub herself against her skirt, chewing on her lip when she felt it make direct contact with her swollen clit.
He reluctantly moved down next to her, both hidden behind the desk, now. Rachel looked down at the strand of white precum that was hanging at his tip, the ache between her legs increasing as she moved her finger over his head, gathering up the wetness before sticking the finger in her mouth to suck on. "You taste so good, Sammy," she cooed, running her other hand up and down his neck.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he whimpered, his hips twitching involuntarily when he felt the light touch of her hand, "please, I can't take it anymore..." he mumbled, "angel, please. You feel so good. I need to cum."
"Lay down," she giggled at his urgency, gently pumping his cock in her hand.
"But why do I-"
"Just do it," she twisted her hand, causing him to gasp.
"You're gonna ride me?" he smirked with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Nope," she pulled his shirt up and over his head, throwing it next to them on the floor. She did the same with hers, taking only a few seconds to unhook her bra. Sam licked his lips at the sight of her naked chest, continuing to throb and burn underneath her.
Moving up, she sat down on his legs, and moved his hard penis in between her breasts. Sam threw his head back and moaned at the sensation, gently thrusting his hips forward. "Oh my god," he mumbled, his eyes clenching shut.
"Feels good?" she whispered, holding in a laugh when she saw his jaw drop open in pleasure.
"So good," he managed to choke out; the sight and feeling of her large breasts moving back and forth as he thrust his cock in between them was absolutely astounding. So soft, and round, and jiggly, "I... Unh, unh, unh... You have the sexiest fucking tits I've ever seen. I'm gonna fucking blow my shit. Christ, that feels good."
"See?" she smiled down at him as she pushed her breasts back and forth, "and to think you didn't trust me just a few minutes ago." she leaned down and kissed the tip, "I know exactly what my man likes."
"Oh god, yeeeeessss," he hissed, "I'm gonna cum all over you. Just spray my fucking jizz all over your sexy face, and belly, and titties. Are you gonna lick yourself clean?"
"Yes," she nodded, squirming against her plaid skirt when she felt the pool in between her legs grow bigger.
"Shit. Fucking spit on it. Spit on my cock... Oh god baby, yeahhh... Just like that... Ugh, that feels so much better... Ooooh thank you..." he reached out and slid a finger into her slick folds, wanting to give her something to feel good.
"Oh Sam," she whispered, bucking her hips against his hand.
"Christ you're wet... Fucking soaked," he moaned, "don't cum until I'm inside of you; my cock, I mean. Not my fingers. I need to feel your tight little pussy around me before we go home."
"I don't think I can wait that long..." she whined, "I've been waiting almost as long as you have."
"Hold it in," he smirked, mimicking the look she had given him before.
"I can't," she shook her head, "Sammy... It's too much to take... I... I'm gonna..."
Sam quickly withdrew his finger from her center, puffing out his cheeks as he thrust faster, the sight of it all driving him insane.
"Sam, please!" she shrieked, absolutely desperate for a release. She began to grind herself against the carpet, rubbing her pussy back and forth, as hard as she possibly could.
"Hey," he chuckled, "stop that; you're staining the carpet; I have to pay for that, you know."
"Sam, I can't control myself. I need to cum."
"Don't stop, baby; I'm just about to cum," he continued to thrust in between her breasts, "oh shit; I'm so fucking hard... Rae, I'm about to cum... I... Oh, fuck... I'm cumming, baby... I'm cumming... Oh, Rachel!" he gripped her shoulder, as rope after rope of his warm goo gushed over Rachel's body.
"Damn," he sighed, flopping back against the floor.
"That good, huh?" she laid with him, resting her head on his arm.
"Mmmhmm," he nodded, pressing a gentle kiss against the side of her head, "I love you, babe. I honestly have no idea what I did to deserve a wife like you, but... I'm fucking glad I did it.
"I love you too," she kissed his ear, "Sam?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm still wet... Like... Extremely horny." she took his dick in her hand, and began to climb on top of him.
"Woah, woah, what do you think you're doing?" he chuckled.
"You said that you wanted to-"
"Not in here," he reached up and gently stroked her arms, "it'd be so much hotter standing up."
"But then people outside could see us," she shook her head in confusion.
"Exactly," he sat up, "which is why we're gonna do it in the back." the blonde boy looked over the counter to the transparent glass door and windows at the front of the store. "no ones out there now," he stood up, helping her up in the process. "c'mon," he walked behind her on the way to the room, making sure that no one was able to see her; dick in his hand, he pumped up and down, making sure he'd be ready as soon as she needed it.
He closed the door behind them, locking it for good measure.
"Wow," Sam licked his lips as he looked Rachel up and down, really seeing how she looked at that moment for the first time. She had taken her shirt, bra, and panties off beforehand, so she was standing in just her tiny, plaid skirt that was now damp and crumpled at the crotch, and her heels; her hair fell over her shoulders in chocolate waves, "you're stunning," he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Thank you," she blushed a little.
"Tell me that you want me, angel," he mumbled against her mouth, "just tell me and I'll fucking give it to you." his eyes grew darker, and his cheeks flushed red with arousal.
"I want you," she buried her face into his chest, "please Sammy; I need you so fucking bad."
"Turn around," Sam mumbled into her hair. She did as she was told, biting her lip in excitement when she felt him tuck the back of her skirt under the waistband. He led her up to the counter, right next to the sink. "something for you to hold on to," he explained.
"Bend over," he muttered into her ear, his teeth clenched. When she failed to do so, he let out a low growl, his cock throbbing urgently, "I fucking mean it..." he smacked her ass, smirking when he heard her squeal in delight. The green eyed boy grabbed his wife's hips, grinding his dick against her left ass cheek, soaking her with his precum. Fuck, he was already having a hard time holding in his second load, and he wasn't even inside of her yet.
"You like being spanked, huh?" he bit down on her earlobe, pulling his body away, only to give her wet cheek another slap, "so fucking naughty; such a dirty girl, you are." he hit her again, his toes curling when he heard her cry out in ecstasy, finally moving her ass up in the air as she bent over, to give him a better angle, "look at that," he looked at the wetness dripping down her legs, "you're fucking creaming yourself, baby. Fucking kinkier than you like to let on." Rachel bit her lip and nodded as she gripped the counter and rubbed her legs together, trying her best to hold on to her climax, not wanting to cum until she was completely filled by his cock. She could hear a his slight southern drawl begin to come back , which usually happened, when he was really angry or horny, and drove her absolutely insane.
Sam palmed his dick as he gave her reddening ass cheeks another spank, "oh god," she clenched her eyes shut, nearly chocking from the strong edge of pleasure that came with the sting of her husband's calloused hand, "fuck me... I need you to spank me while you're pounding your cock into my pussy... Oh god, please fuck me, Sammy... Shit, fucking give it to me... Please, I'm aching for you, over here..." she pleaded, her voice trembling.
"Rachel," he whined, grinding up against her other cheek, "you can't say shit like that to me when I'm this hard, or this horny... I'm gonna have a fucking orgasm right here, if you don't stop," his hips gyrated against her behind, and he threw his head back, the friction feeling incredible. "You know what I oughta do?" he growled into her ear, beginning to smack her, again.
"What, baby?" she whimpered, thrusting her bottom back against his body.
"I oughta take you over my knee, and spank you until you've learned your lesson about teasing me at work. Would you like that, angel?" he gently stroked her face, reminding her that they were just playing a game, and that they could stop, the moment she didn't take pleasure from it anymore; even though she was always the one to take things farther than he thought they would- Rachel was a very kinky girl, a secret that Sam was proud to be the only keeper of.
"Y-yes, please," she nodded, her body trembling with desire, "I've been very naughty, and have to learn my lesson," she couldn't hold back a giggle, "but I might end up getting your knee all wet; I have very little self control when you put your hands on my ass."
"So fucking hot," he kissed her head, hugging her to him, "and all mine; how the hell did I get so lucky?"
"You make me horny," she shrugged, "oh Jesus Christ, Sam, I'm fucking aching, over here; aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"I don't know," he chuckled, "I'm not sure that bad girls with filthy mouths deserve to cum; they certainly don't deserve to be put over my knee and spanked. Wouldn't be much of a punishment, seeing that they love it so much." he spanked her ass, again.
"You're not being very fair," she pouted.
"Neither were you, behind the counter, before." he whispered into her ear, "I love my naughty girl, though; I love your filthy mouth, and how you can fit my entire cock in it without choking. I love how you're the sweetest woman in the world, until you get upstairs and into our bedroom when the kids are asleep. I'm proud to call you my girl, Rach," he pressed his lips against her neck, "and as you might recall... I always give my girl what she wants."
"Oh," she gasped when she felt him slide into her, her hands gripping the counter even harder.
"How do you feel?" he asked as he pushed almost all the way out and then slammed back in.
"Full," she answered simply, her hips shifting backwards, becoming lost in his rhythm.
"You have the most beautiful legs," he ran his hands up and down her sides, "so long and silky; why the hell don't you see how beautiful you are baby; had four -oooooh yeah- kids and you still look like a fucking model- fuck... Your pussy is just so fucking tight..." he slapped her ass, "it's just really fucking tight... Christ!"
"Oh god... Oh fuck yes... Harder, Sam... Fuck me harder..." she threw her head back, moaning when she felt Sam reach over and squeeze her breasts.
"You fucking love it, don't you," he spat when he felt her walls tighten around him, her ass slamming against his hips as she tried to move him deeper inside of her, "you love it when I fuck you, huh?" she nodded, unable to form a coherent thought. "Say it, Rachel," he growled, "I wanna hear you say it."
"I love it," she squealed, her jaw dropping open slightly as she took in all of the pleasure, "you're the only guy that can make me feel this way. Your cock is so fucking huge, and you fuck me with it like no other guy can."
"Like only a man can fuck you," he corrected, grabbing ahold of her ass cheeks as continued to slide in and out of her, "see that?" he showed her the growing puddle of wetness under her legs, "who else can do that to you?"
"No one, baby," she groaned, almost tearing her hair out from the pleasure; she was right at the edge.
"You bet your tight little ass, 'no one'; I'm the only fucking one," he grunted, in a final attempt to keep himself from cumming, "not Finn, not Jesse, not Puck... No one."
"Sam," she moaned, "I'm so fucking close... Just a little more..."
"Fucking do it, Rachel..." he began to rub furiously at her clit, "cum, baby... You look so beautiful when you cum," he smacked her ass, desperate to move things along, so they could cum together.
"C'mon," he heard his voice crack as the tight coil in his belly began to unravel, moving as fast and as hard as he could, "cum for me baby; let go," he bit her ear, "let it go. Cum on my cock."
Two more pumps was enough to push Rachel over that wonderful edge. Following Sam, she came with a loud cry of his name, throwing her head back and resting it on his shoulder.
"That was... Just..." Sam sighed, "wow."
"Shit," the brown eyed girl breathed, "you're a freaking animal, Sam."
"I'm aware," he smirked, "I love you so much," he kissed her nose, "and I'm not just saying that because of what we just did. No matter how fucking hot it was."
"I love you too," she turned around to face him, resting her head against his chest when she did so, "you make me feel so... Wanted, and needed, and... Just all around loved... I... I just... I can't even think past that, I'm so dizzy..."
"That's what happens, when your husband's an animal in bed."
"Oh god," she rolled her eyes, "I already regret saying that."
"You know," he mumbled, scooping her up in his arms, "I've had so many fantasies about having sex with you in this room," he placed her on the counter, "never thought one of 'em would actually come true."
"I'm pretty sure you've had fantasies about doing it in every place you've ever been," she smirked down at him.
"I'm a dreamer," he shrugged.
"You're a pervert," she corrected.
"You're so mean to me," he sighed.
"Whatever you say," she let out a light laugh.
"I love my Rachel," he whispered into her ear, "so much... I'm so fucking lucky to have you... I know I probably don't deserve you, but... For some reason,I have you anyway. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me; you know that, right?"
"Well," she smirked, "without me you'd be a pretty lost pervert."
"You know that's not what I meant," he shook his head, "I love you, Rachel Evans; all of you. The way you scrunch up you scrunch up your nose when you laugh; your cute little animal sweaters, and plaid skirts. How you put up with my neediness and my horniness, and my dorkiness. You're like... Like the Princess Leia to my Han Solo... You've given me everything, baby... I'm sorry I can only give myself in return; I wish I could give you more."
"You're so sappy," she laughed, pressing a quick peck on his lips.
"Got it from you," he let her rest her head on his shoulder, "are you ready to go home?"
"Do we have to?" Rachel whispered, a bit of a whine to her voice.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow, "don't you wanna see the kids?"
"Yes, I... I just feel that I never get to spend time alone with you anymore, Sammy... It's... I just-"
"We spend a lot of time alone together."
"No," she sighed and shook her head, "we spend a lot of time taking care of the kids. I mean, by the time they're all settled and in bed, we're both too tired to spend time with just... Each other... I miss you, Sammy... I'm afraid that if things continue to go this way that... We'll forget about that spark that we've always had between us and... Just... I'm afraid that we'll lose interest in each other, okay?"
"That's absolutely insane," he mumbled against her lips, "do you have any idea how much I love you? I'm yours forever, babe."
"It's not about whether or not we love each other, I... Don't you ever just..." Rachel let out another sigh, beginning to swing her legs back and forth as she thought for a brief moment, "don't you miss those days... You know, back when we were first married... Where all we had to do was set Olivia in front of the T.V. in order to be alone? Or just stay up, all night long, making love, or even just talking, without being inturrupted... I mean... I have to sneak in here, after work, just to get a quickie in, before picking the kids up ... And who knows how long it'll be until we can do it, again."
"Yeah, but... At least we have each other... I mean... There are some days where I can barely manage get two sentences in to you but... At least we're together... You do realize that some people would kill to have what we have together, don't you? Plus... I... I just love my kids, Rae... Don't... Don't you?"
"Of course I do," she crossed her arms, "I... I just... I need some time with you to myself... As selfish as it sounds..."
"It's not selfish, at all," he shook his head, "I understand-"
"Of course it is," she shook her head, "what kind of mother wants to be away from her children?"
"A mother that still has some of her sanity left," he whispered, "don't sell yourself short, Rachel; you're an amazing mother; our kids are very lucky."
Rachel nodded and snuggled up to him, "that just scored you some points."
"Babe, I said it because it's the truth, not because it's the right thing to say. I mean it, okay?" He told her honestly. "Look..." He kissed the top of her head, "how about this weekend, the kids sleep over at the Puckermans', for one night. I'll take you someplace nice for dinner, and we'll have the house to ourselves."
"That sounds lovely," she smiled up at him.
"Yeah," Sam smirked, "that way, you can play with little Sam all you want. You've kind of been neglecting him, lately."
"Oh god," Rachel rolled her eyes, "stop being weird, or I'll just take the dinner, and leave the rest of the night to you and your hand."
"Least my hand doesn't make fun of me," he muttered.
"Wow; you really know how to put a lady in the mood," she added, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "now I really can't wait for you to start feeling me up."
"You were pretty damn happy about me feeling you up a few minutes ago... In fact... Weren't you begging for it?" He looked at her neck, "what happened to licking yourself clean?"
"I did," she laughed.
"Well you missed some," he wiped the white substance from her neck with his thumb, holding it up to his lips.
"I'm not eating that," she shook her head.
"You ate the rest of it."
"But it's all cold now. You eat it, if you want to get rid of it so bad," she patted his shoulder, "the mood has been killed, Samuel. Now come on, perve. I'll help you lock up."
He chuckled, "whatever you say, Mrs. Perve."
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"When can I wear some?" Olivia asked as she watched her mother apply mascara to her eyelashes. The tiny brunette was sitting on her parents' queen sized bed, watching her mother get ready.
"You don't need it," Rachel shook her head, putting the finishing touches on her hair, "you're too pretty."
"You're pretty and you still use it," the green eyed girl pointed out, "I think you're prettier without makeup."
"Well, I don't know how true that really is, but it was very sweet," she smiled down at her, "you really are a sweet girl, Liv; you just need to work on that temper of yours."
"Daddy said I got it from you."
"Of course he did," she snorted, "he thinks he's funny." she looked back at her daughter, to find her sliding her glasses onto her nose, "baby don't wear those; you could damage your eyes."
"I wish I looked like you," she sighed, carefully placing the glasses back down on the dresser.
"Don't say that," she laughed a little, "you're much prettier."
"Yeah but you have boobs," she pointed to the cleavage that peeking out of her short, tight black dress, "why don't I have any?"
"What?" she bit her lip, trying her best to hold back a laugh, "since when do you care about those?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "I just... Don't boys like boobs?"
"Well..." she sighed "some older boys like them. Why?" she smoothed down her daughter's hair, "do you like a boy?"
"Kind of."
"What does 'kind of' mean?"
"I... I have a boyfriend... I think..."
"What?" Rachel choked, "Olivia, you're nine years old."
"So?"
"So, you're too little. You still think that 'making out' is finding change behind the couch cushions."
"It isn't?"
"It... Never mind," she shook her head, "who is he?"
"Ryan."
"How do you know Ryan?"
"He's in my class. He shared his crayons with me, last week, so I let him be my boyfriend."
"That's it?" she laughed, "you're too pretty to settle for someone with nice crayons. I just... I don't understand... What do you two even do?"
"We hold hands and sit next to each other during lunch... Tyler doesn't really like him, though."
"Why's that?"
"I don't know," Olivia shook her head, "he just said that he was a stupid idiot when I told him about him."
"Boys are just weird sometimes," she sighed and shook her head, "trust me. And for some reason I chose to spend the rest of my life with the weirdest." She thought for a moment, "you're not leaving him out or ignoring him are you; you can't ditch your friend just because you met someone else, baby."
"I'm not," she shook her head, "momma?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"How old were you when you had your first boyfriend?"
"Old enough."
"Was it daddy?"
"No," the brown eyed girl sighed, "but I suppose that doesn't really matter, at this point. I love your father very much."
"How did you know that you wanted to marry him, instead of your other boyfriends?"
"At the end of the day, it really came down to who made me the happiest; and who treated me right," she sighed, "which obviously was your father... Never stay with someone who constantly makes you feel bad about yourself, Olivia. Especially when they're supposed to be the person who loves you more than anything."
"I won't," she leaned against her mother's chest, "does daddy make you feel bad about yourself?"
"Of course he doesn't," Rachel kissed the top of her head, "I know he loves me, just as much as I love him."
"Will I ever meet someone like him?"
"Of course," she laughed, "just make sure your father doesn't kill him before you get married."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"You look so beautiful," Sam smiled as he looked at his wife from across the small restaurant table, taking her hand in his, "absolutely stunning."
"Sam," Rachel smiled a little, her cheeks turning the faintest shade of red in the process , "you don't have to."
"You... You really don't understand, do you?" He shook his head.
"Pardon?" She asked, biting her lip in confusion.
"How beautiful you are... I just... I don't think you get it. You don't get how happy you make me, or how... How special you are... You really don't see how lucky I am to have you... I mean... I was... Doesn't really matter how you look at it, I... I was just... Some horny, comic book nerd."
"You were very cute," Rachel let out a light laugh, "and sweet. Excuse me for sounding sappy and emotional but you were really the first person to ever make me feel... Well, wanted."
"Oh, I wanted you alright," the green eyed boy smirked.
"Oh god," she rolled her eyes, "it sort of scares me, now... Thinking about some of the perverse fantasies involving myself that must have ran through your mind, when we first started dating. I wonder what you did for fun before we started having sex."
"It... It was bad, if you want me to be completely honest," he chuckled, shaking his head at the memory.
"What? Do I even want to know?" Rachel raised her eyebrow.
"I... I just did a lot of weird stuff to get off."
"So I don't want to know, then?" She sighed, "what did you do?"
"I... Well, I... I once tried that apple pie thing from American pie... It didn't work... Like, at all. All it did was burn my dick... I could barely pee, let alone fap, for a week."
"Sam... What the hell is wrong with you?" Rachel shook her head in disbelief, "why... Why would you even try to-"
"It was those damn short little skirts that you always wore... The way they would sometimes ride up your ass when it was windy outside... That was just pure torture, baby..."
"Why were you looking down there?" She smirked up at him, before looking down at her phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Seeing if Quinn called. Luke was being fussy, before, and I just want to make sure that he's okay."
"He's fine," Sam shook his head, taking her phone from her, "stop worrying so much. You sound like my mom."
"I can't help it... I've never been away from the babies for more than a few hours... What if something happens to one of them, and we aren't there?"
"Stop stressing yourself out... This is our one night to be alone; let's not think about the kids. They're perfectly safe with Quinn and Puck; they have three kids of their own, for gods sakes. Come on, angel," he leaned in and kissed her lips, "you're all mine, tonight."
"Only if you behave while we're here," she giggled and then smirked at him, "we'll see what happens when we get home."
"You know you want me," he replied with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows, "weren't you the one who was dying to spend some time alone with me?"
"Duely noted," she laughed, smiling when she felt him kiss her knuckles.
That night, as he did during all their dates, Sam made her laugh, in a way she wasn't sure she ever had, before she had met him; with that genuine kind of humor, one that escaped against one's will. It was loud and robust, enough to draw attention, but he wasn't uncomfortable with it. He didn't tone down his many animated impressions just because people were staring at them, instead he made more and he took joy in the way she lit up and enjoyed his talents. It was something that she had always loved about him; it reminded her of why she had fallen in love with him, in the first place
There were tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard and her sides ached with the pressure.
His cheeks were flushed with his own amusement and he smiled at her, ducking his head a little as he drew random shapes in the condensation on his water glass.
"I'm really glad we came here, tonight; we really needed a night, like this," he told her, lifting his eyes to catch hers. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too. I forgot how romantic you could be. I-" Rachel lost her train of thought when she saw golden blonde hair and a familiar face sit at a table a few yards away from them.
"What?" Sam shook his head in confusion, "what is it?"
"It's nothing, just..." She sighed, continuing to look in the girl's direction.
"Seriously, what?" He questioned again, "oh." He nodded when he saw who his wife was looking at, "haven't seen Kitty in a while," he chuckled, before looking up to see Rachel's uncomfortable expression, "what?"
"I... Nothing, I just... We've been having such a great night, and I really don't want anything to ruin it."
"She isn't going to ruin it," Sam shook his head, "she's all the way over there; she probably doesn't even know we're here."
"I suppose," she placed a quick peck on his lips, before standing up, "ladies room," she explained, running her fingers through his golden blonde hair, "it'll only take a few minutes."
"Mmm hmm," he hummed, not missing the opportunity to squeeze her ass as she walked past him, smirking when he saw her laugh and roll her eyes at him, as he watched her leave.
"Well hey, handsome; it's been a long time."
Oh crap, he thought, "Kitty," he sighed as he looked up at the tall, green eyed girl, "what do you want?"
"I've been telling you for years, baby," she giggled running her fingers through Sam's hair, the way Rachel had done, before, "you know exactly what I want."
"You're really still pegging for that, Kitty?" He rolled his eyes, "that's honestly really unnerving; actually, I'm pretty sure it's boarderline stalking. I just... I feel sorry for you."
"Don't be like that, boo," she sat down in his lap.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Shh," she rested her chin against his head, "isn't this much better? I bet it's nice to sniff a neck that doesn't smell like baby sweat, for a change."
"You really don't find this pathetic at all?" Sam threw his arms up in disbelief, "you seriously think that what you're doing is normal?"
"Don't pretend you don't miss me. Don't you ever get tired of getting poked in the eye with Yentel's gargantuan schnoze, every time you make out?"
"Alright," he attempted to push her off of him; she didn't move, "if you insist on insulting my wife, there's something I need to know; if Rachel's so ugly, and disgusting, and as terrible as you say, and you're some perfect goddess, then tell me, Kitty; why am I with her, and not you?"
"W-what?"
"Come on, smart ass. You seem to know all of the answers; enlighten me."
"It's your stupid kids," she answered simply.
"What did they ever do to you?" Sam asked, "you haven't even met them."
"You're so cute," she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. The next thing he felt was Kitty's lips against his, forcing her tounge in between them.
"Sam?"
Oh shit.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Sam?" Rachel bit her lip. She could feel her heart drop as she took in the sight in front of her. Seeing the blond girl, not only sitting in her husband's lap, but pressing her lips against his too- those large, full pink lips, that had kissed her, everywhere, so many times; the lips that were supposedly made for her, and only her- she felt her knees go weak, and her stomach sink down to her knees. She just... She didn't understand what was going on- or better yet... Why he was doing what... Well, what he was doing.
"Rachel," he looked up at the short brunette standing in front of him, still trying to push Kitty off of his lap. He had managed move her lips off of his, but she was still clinging on to him, "I swear to god, I didn't... I didn't know that-"
"You didn't know that I'd be back so soon? That I wouldn't have made it in time to see you kissing the girl that practically made college life a living hell for me?"
"Of course not. I-"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt the two of you." she crossed her arms, feeling as if someone had punched her in the stomach, tears welling up in her eyes, "if you didn't want to be with me anymore, why didn't you just tell me?" Rachel whispered, her voice trembling.
"What?"
"Why would you lie to me like that? Just ten minutes ago, you were telling me how much you loved me, and how I... I was the best thing that ever happened to you. I thought you respected me a little more than that."
"I-I do respect you," Sam stood up, finally able to move the green eyed girl off of him, "you know how much-"
"How long?" she cut him off.
"What?" Sam shook his head in confusion.
"How long has all of this been going on? How long have you been seeing your little girlfriend?" she crossed her arms.
"She's not-"
"Oh, is she not the only one?" she sniffled, "I bet she isn't... There must be five, maybe six more. That's probably the only way you can keep your god damn penis in control."
"Would you just let me explain?" he exclaimed, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder.
"Don't touch me," she shrugged him off. "and explain what? There's nothing TO explain. You think I'm an idiot? I SAW you kissing her. And her? Of all people? After all of the things she's said and done to me? You KNOW how she makes me feel about myself. I mean, I guess you don't care about any of that, or you wouldn't have been kissing her, would you?"
"I didn't kiss her, Rachel. You know how much I love you. She kissed me. This is-"
"Just cut the bullshit, okay?" she swallowed, "I think it's the least you can do, at this point." the small girl let out a long, shaky breath, "is it because of her body? Are you more attracted to her than you are to me? Is it because of my stretch marks? I'm so sorry that I gross you out; you should have just told me the truth about my body, instead of lying through your teeth; calling me beautiful, and sexy; none of that was worth shit."
"Baby, you really need to calm down," Sam started, still trying to explain himself; wanting to set things straight before his wife took things too far.
"Don't fucking tell me to calm down," she growled, "you really have some fucking nerve, don't you?"
"I warned you, stubbles. Didn't I?" Kitty smirked, "you were just too delusional to see it until it was right in front of your eyes, were you? You only believe what you want to believe. I mean... Can you blame him, though? He's stuck living with you, twenty four seven. One can only take looking at some gross ass stretch mark ridden flabby stomach, and listening to a shrill, squeaky voice for so long."
"Jesus christ," Sam shook his head in disbelief, "just leave her alone! She didn't do anything to you!"
"You know what, Sam?" Rachel sighed, "just shut up. Don't you think it's time you stopped pretending that you actually care about me?" she began to sob, "how could you... Why would you... We have four fucking kids together, Sam. Four. What do you expect me to tell them. Oh god," she sat back down in her chair, her legs suddenly finding it difficult to carry her own weight, "I live you so much, why... We've been married for seven years, don't you... Why did you... Doesn't that mean anything to you, at all?"
"You know it does... Rachel, this is all ridiculous, and you know it. Babe, come on..." he whispered, "you're making a scene."
"I'm making a scene? A scene?" she barked, standing up once again, "you were having intimate relations with another woman on OUR date night, and you're upset because I'm making a scene?" she glared down at him, her chocolate brown eyes narrowing, "well I'm allowed to be angry, Samuel. I put my heart and soul- absolutely everything I have into this marriage... And... I just wish you did the same." and with that, the small girl began to walk out of the restaurant.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Home," she answered simply.
"With what car?" he stood up, not noticing Kitty sitting down in his seat immediately after, "you don't have the keys.
"Do you really think I care?" she scoffed, "I'll walk home. How about..." she took her drink from the table, "you two just finish up your date, huh?" she threw the drink in Sam's face, the tears still running down her face, "in fact; I'll do you a little favor. I'll lock myself in our room, so you guys can have the rest of the house to yourselves; wouldn't want to get in your way."
"Rachel, you're blowing this way out of proportion."
"I'm just..." she shook her head, "I'm done; you've hurt me before, Sam. And I'm not going to let you do it again. Because, I don't deserve that shit; ironically, you were the one who taught me that. I... I just... I really, really thought you meant it."
"That was almost ten years ago!" he protested.
"That doesn't mean that it never happened," she cut him off again, "there you go, Kitty," she turned to the blonde girl, "you got what you wanted. Are you proud? Does it make you feel good, breaking up a family?" she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "I hope you're happy," she began to walk back out of the restaurant, "I hope you're BOTH happy with yourselves."
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