"Can you pass me the water, baby?"
Genevieve was snapped out of her trance as she turned to take in the beautiful view next to her. Tommy was everything a girl could want. At six foot, he towered above her five-foot three frame. His chocolate brown hair complimented her dirty blonde waves perfectly. His full lips and hazelnut eyes a sight to behold as her icy blues stared back at him. A soft smile crept on her lips as she reminded herself how lucky she had been to run into him that day at the gym six months ago. At twenty years old, this had been her first dalliance with romance. Sure, she'd made out with a few guys along the way, but she had never been one to settle and commit to anyone less than what she wanted or deserved.
"I'm nervous. Tommy, what if they don't like me?" Genevieve sighed, passing him the water bottle from the passenger side footwell. He laughed at that, clearly amused by her nervousness.
"They're gonna love you, babe. Just like I do. Trust me. I can't wait for you to see where I grew up. Maybe then you'll understand why I'm so chill all the time." He laughed again, lifting the bottle to his lips with one hand on the wheel, Genevieve fixated on his throat as the water bobbed down past his adams apple. Unconsciously running her tongue along her bottom lip, she could feel that all too familiar warmth spread between her thighs. Reaching up with her hand she grazed his pulse point with her fingernails, feeling him shudder softly at her touch.
"I think you should pull over, baby." Genevieve cooed wantonly. Reaching for the hem of her red summer dress, she dragged the skirt up over her thighs, all the while grazing her fingers along his neck. Hearing him moan desperately, she spread her legs and placed the palms of her feet on the dashboard. Her fingertips tracing circles across the damp fabric of her panties.
"Jesus baby, you're killing me here. We're already running late as it is. God, I want you right now. I promise you we'll get this family cookout out of the way and then I'll show you my tree house, huh?" Tommy winked, batting away her advances. Genevieve huffed, lifted her legs up off the dashboard and threw the hem of her dress back down in annoyance.
And there you have it. The one thing missing from their seemingly wonderful relationship, spontaneity. She had always been the type of girl to run on gut feelings and impulses and usually, it worked out pretty well for her.
Her job teaching dance at a local community centre had been a passion of hers for a long time. One of her biggest insecurities about her relationship with Tommy was that their backgrounds were polar-opposites. Tommy, a young man raised in a pretty normal family, wealthier than your average person and no baggage. Genevieve on the other hand was raised by her mother in a small one-bedroom apartment in Alabama. Her father had quite literally gone out for a pack of smokes one day and never returned. She was eleven. What a cliché', huh? Her mother worked three jobs to feed her and put her through school, unable to function without pain pills and white wine. The day her father walked out was the day she knew that she had to be different. Different to him and different to her mother, who she had truly loved dearly.
Genevieve left that one-bedroom apartment the day she turned eighteen. Dance had been the release she'd needed throughout her younger years and with time, she became very good at it. Her mother had always told her that she was going to be a star someday, but that's what mothers are supposed to say isn't it? She had attained a dance scholarship at a college in Georgia but when her mother became ill, she had no choice but to forgo it and move back home to take care of her. It had been almost three years to the day since her mother had passed and she felt that loss more and more as time went on. Taking the insurance money she received, Genevieve decided to up sticks and move back to Georgia permanently. She had no family left and the few friends she did have, she had met during those few months at college working locally in a family-run diner.
Her boss, Carol, had offered to rent out the apartment above Carols for a generous monthly rental fee and Genevieve had snapped her hand off. It wasn't much, but after a makeover of shabby chic proportions it was hers and she adored it. She worked the graveyard shift a couple of times a week along with her job at the community centre and things just seemed to level from there on out. She was content with her small town life and the relationships that she had built.
"Don't pout baby, you know I love you right?" Tommy asked her, taking her away from the thoughts inside her head. She grunted softly in defeat and smiled as he squeezed her thigh affectionately.
"I love you too." And she did. She really, really did.
As they pulled off the main straight and down a narrow dirt road, she could feel the butterflies flitting around her stomach. Tommy had shown her photographs of his parents ranch a million times, but they bared nothing in comparison to the sight before her. The large one storey farmhouse in the distance painted a romantic shade of red, surrounded by a white picket fence brought warmth to her belly. A real family home, like the ones in the movies.
The acres of land that surrounded it were green and flourishing beautifully in the warm Georgia summer.
"Look babe, over there." Tommy gestured to the field to the right of him, half a dozen horses dancing around each other as their manes rippled in the gentle wind. Jet black, Palermo and pie bald. Two of each. And he had never seen her smile so wide.
"Tommy, its just beautiful…" Genevieve trailed off as she caught site of the lambs in the next field over, remaining awestruck from her surroundings.
"Yeah, growing up here was pretty awesome. I can't wait to get you out on the horses. A little picnic in the meadow. Sound good, baby?" He asked her, breathing in every last bit of her joy.
As they reached the end of the dirt road and pulled up in front of the red farmhouse next to the black Chevy Colorado parked in front of the gate, Tommy removed the keys from the ignition and took hold of her hand reassuringly. He knew how nervous she was to meet his parents. His mother had been asking to meet her for a couple of months now. Lucille had one child and she adored him. Tommy was the apple of her eye. Lucille had always longed for a daughter and Tommy was sure she was lining Genevieve up to be part of the family.
Genevieve climbed out of the passenger seat and set her sandals down on to the gravel and began to straighten out her summer dress, creased from the journey. She leant down to look in the passenger wing mirror to tame her loose, dirty blonde braids, twiddling the stray strands by her ears to try to make herself look as presentable as possible.
"Babe, you look gorgeous." Tommy took hold of her hand and gently tugged her in the direction of the farmhouse. Genevieve had never done this before. The meet the parents bullshit had passed her by over the years. She leant into Tommy as they reached the porch steps. Almost to the second that Genevieve's feet touched the wood, the front door flew open in front of her.
"Tommy!" The woman cried as she threw her arms around her son.
Lucille was beautiful. Her chestnut hair flung up into a ponytail, smooth skin and not a wrinkle in sight. She didn't look a day over thirty. Her figure was wrapped in a snug yellow maxi dress and she was barefoot.
"Hey mom, I missed you. There's somebody very special that I'd like you to meet.." Tommy trailed off as he gently nudged you towards her.
"Oh my goodness, you are just a picture aren't you! Its so lovely to meet you, Genevieve. Call me Lucille, please." She beamed as she pulled Genevieve into a gentle hug. Genevieve smiled softly and reciprocated as she felt the feeling of warmth prickle at her skin. She hadn't had a mother's hug in years. There was nothing quite like it.
"Its lovely to meet you too, Lucille. Tommy showed me photographs of this place but pictures just don't do it justice. Its stunning. Thank you for welcoming me into your home." Lucille motioned for the two of them to follow her inside.
Walking over the threshold, Genevieve sniffed the air as the smell of freshly baked goods hit her nostrils. The farmhouse was cosy and well furnished. Cherry wood floors and expensive-looking soft furnishings adorned it. The lounge ran through to an open plan kitchen and dining area.
"Your father is out back, Tommy. Why don't you go give him a hand with the grill and I'll get Genevieve a drink!" Tommy planted a kiss on Genevieve's forehead and followed his mothers instruction.
"What would you like to drink, Genevieve? I've got iced tea, juice, beer or wine?" Lucille offered kindly, pulling open the large refrigerator.
"Oh, a cold beer would be amazing, thank you. And please, call me Gen." She smiled, thanking the heavens that she had nothing to be nervous about after all.
"It's a very pretty name, sweetheart. So, everyone's out back. Let's go introduce you, shall we?" Lucille smiled, hanging Gen a cold bottle of Budweiser.
"Everyone?" Gen involuntarily stuttered as a fresh wave of nerves hit her.
"Don't worry, its just family and a couple of close friends." Lucille reassured her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder and leading her out of the back door and onto the decking. The garden, if you could even call it that, was large and perfectly kept. Rose bushes and apple trees dotted around the edges and a steaming hot tub sat to her right. This was a life that Genevieve had never experienced and it did nothing to ease the nerves in her belly. If anything, it made her embarrassed to have to ask the inevitable questions that would follow once everybody sat down to eat.
"Oh, I see how it is, she gets a beer and your one and only child doesn't?" Tommy teased.
"Oh, my poor baby" Lucille mocked him gently, bringing a laugh from Genevieve's mouth.
"Dad's just gone to the barn to fetch some more charcoal with Uncle Daryl, he's insisting it tastes better that way!" Tommy laughed, pointing to the unused electric grill sitting covered up in the corner of the decking.
"He's right." Genevieve shrugged, taking a sip of her beer.
"You stay right there and get comfortable, honey. I'll take my boy here into the kitchen and get him his sippy cup." Gen laughed at that, enjoying the sight of a mother and son so comfortable in each other's company. The two of them walked back inside and Gen was alone.
Taking another sip of her beer, Gen basked in the sunlight as it beamed down on her lightly bronzed skin. She had been blessed with the ability to tan evenly and quickly, a trait she got from her absent father. One of the only things she could really thank him for. In that moment, she remembered being seven years old again. Her mother and father seemingly madly in love. The weekends the three of them used to spend in the park with the grass between their toes, eating fresh watermelon and doing cartwheels until the sun went down. As beautiful as the memory was, it wasn't her reality anymore and she pushed it to the back of her mind.
Gen took another sip of her beer and set it down on the table. Removing her sandals, she stood up and walked down the decking steps to the sea of freshly cut grass. As her toes sank into the earth, she closed her eyes and smiled, remembering how much she loved the feeling of it. The child in her rose to the surface as she let herself just feel for a moment. Lifting her arms above her head, she threw herself sideways effortlessly, her palms flat on the cool grass as her legs raised over her head before planting back down onto the ground. Shit, she forgot how good that felt.
"Well, I gotta say, I didn't think the little shit could pull it of…" The voice brought Gen out of her daze as she brought her eyes up to meet the man in front of her starting from the boots on his feet, up past his jean clad legs to his torso. It was covered by a tight black t-shirt, the top two buttons open to reveal a slight amount of dark chest hair beneath and the slight peak of a tattoo on his chest whilst another adorned his right forearm. Gen raised her eyes to meet his and smiled softly. He was a very handsome man. Actually, fuck that. He was positively gorgeous. Dark hair slicked back, a salt and pepper five o'clock shadow covered his jawline and deliciously dark eyes that bore into hers. There was something intense about his gaze that she couldn't place.
"Hi, I'm Negan. You must be Gen, right?" He beamed, a wide shit-eating grin forming on his face that she was sure could drop the most stubborn of panties to reveal a practically perfect set of pearly whites. Gens breath hitched in her throat momentarily, like inhaling had become a chore somehow. Snapping herself out of her stupor, she reached her hand out to meet his. His hands were big and clearly marred with more than a hard day's work, but his skin was soft and warm as it encased her own. It was easy to see why Lucille was so damn happy. And even easier to now understand where Tommy got his good looks from.
"Yeah, I'm Gen. Nice to meet you, Negan. This place is absolutely gorgeous." She replied. His hand held hers for a second more than she felt it should have before releasing her and bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck with his palm.
"This ranch is my life so I'm fucking glad to see that the hard work is paying off." Gen was startled slightly by the ease he was displaying. It felt good to talk to someone who didn't censor their thoughts. Someone who just said it how it was and if you didn't like it, well then fuck you right?
"I saw the horses as we pulled up. They're so beautiful, it's really peaceful out here. It's like the world doesn't really exist outside this place." Gen felt the ease of talking to him calm her completely. Negan shoved his hands in his jean pockets before responding.
"You ride?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"A little. Haven't for a long time though. Its probably like riding a bike though, right?" She smiled as her cheeks flushed slightly, his eyes not leaving hers for a second.
"It sure is doll, I'll take you out tomorrow if you want. Lucille and Tommy have never been keen. The animals are more my kinda thing. Lucille keeps the house ticking over." Beaming on the inside at his offer, Gen nodded encouragingly. Regardless of the handsome man in front of her, horses were just so calming and majestic. Accepting his offer was a no brainer.
"I'd love that, thank you."
"Uh, I'd better go get that coal or we won't be eating until next week. Really fucking nice to meet you doll." Negan grinned, turning away from her and walking back towards the barn. She couldn't help but watch him as he swaggered away. The tight denim of his jeans encasing his impossibly perfect ass.
Gen brought her hand to her lips. The hand that he'd held. She couldn't quite work out the mix of feelings inside her. Such a short encounter but it felt like there was something profound about the way he'd interacted with her. They'd barely spoken but there seemed to be an understanding of sorts.
"Hey gorgeous, miss me?" Tommy appeared at the side of her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek bringing her back down to earth with a thud.
Tommy's father. Tommy's dad. Lucille's husband.
Rationalising with herself, Gen came to the conclusion that he was just being welcoming. Her nerves were making her overthink everything. That's what she told herself. And that's what she would keep telling herself.
Throughout the afternoon, Gen had been treated to tales of Tommy's childhood. All embarrassing of course. They ate ribs and drank beer. They listened to music and told jokes. It really was the kind of family that Gen could get used to. Lucille couldn't do enough for her guests and Negan was just simply an enigma. Gen found herself entranced as he spoke about the simplest of topics. She got to know Tommy's extended family. Aunt, Uncle and family friends. They were truly charming.
As the sun started to set, Gen felt a trembling chill rush through her body. Tommy wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight to him.
"You cold, babe? I can get you a blanket if you want?" He offered. God, he was so nice. So why had she spent the evening eye fucking his daddy across the table?
"No, I'm fine thank you. I thought I might help clear up in the kitchen. Can't expect your mom to do everything." Gen spoke, excusing herself from the table more abruptly than she'd meant to.
"Well honey, I think I could get used to this. I have an early start tomorrow so may just accept your offer and turn in for the night." Lucille stood up from her seat, swaying softly from the beer she'd consumed and leant down to kiss her husband. As her lips touched his, Gen couldn't help the niggling feeling that ate away at her insides. Tommy stood up and enveloped Gen in his arms, pressing his chin to the top of her head. Almost as if he could sense the tension radiating off her. It had been a long day.
"You mind if I take a shower, babe? I feel gross from the car journey. Sure was hot today, huh?" Gen nodded into his chest as she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her arms around him. Her beautiful Tommy. He had never done anything to make her doubt his devotion to her and here she was, daydreaming about what his father's lips tasted like while stood right next to him.
She was a horrible person and she didn't deserve him. The sooner this weekend was over with, the better.
Gen and Negan cleared up in silence, sneaking slight glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Gen simply couldn't understand why someone she'd only just met was having such a strong effect on her. She could feel the warmth between her thigh as she watched him reach up to put the clean dishes away. Was it odd that they weren't talking?
"You're quiet tonight. Tired? I know I fucking am. Lucille's had me up since six o'clock this morning preparing for your arrival. You're like fucking royalty, princess." He grinned, running his tongue along his top teeth. Gen blushed, trying to hide it by turning away from him and wiping down the counter top.
"I'm okay, I'm just used to less people I guess. I worked the graveyard shift at work last night, so I didn't really have time to catch up on much sleep ya know?"
"Where'd you work, princess?" He asked her, sounding genuinely interested
Princess. Harmless. Totally harmless. Nothing wrong with that. Right?
"I teach dance to kids and work at the diner a couple nights a week. You know, the one down the road from Tommy's apartment? I live above it."
"He take good care of you?" Negan asked, leaning back against the countertop opposite.
"Yes, he's wonderful to me. You raised a good man, Negan." Feeling the tension in the air start to creep in once again, Gen set the hand towel down on the countertop and prepared to excuse herself.
"Well, its been good getting to know ya today doll. I gotta go tuck the horses in. You still up for riding tomorrow?" He asked her. She blushed again as she thought of the double entendre that could be translated from his words.
"Yes, absolutely. I'll see you at breakfast I guess? Goodnight Negan." Gen offered him a soft smile before taking herself off to Tommy's childhood bedroom. Reaching the bedroom door, she took a moment to shake herself out of whatever it was that she was feeling. Pressing her forehead to the chilled wood, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The heat between her thighs was unbearable. She could feel her panties clinging to her soft flesh, sopping wet from the sight of her boyfriend's exquisite looking father in front of her all evening. She needed release. She needed Tommy to make her feel good and take away the ache she felt in between her legs.
Twisting the doorknob, she pushed the door open. The sight before I summoned more anger in her than it should have. There he was, a towel wrapped around his waist, fast asleep on top of the covers. She was being irrational and she knew it, but she was so goddamn angry in that moment that she couldn't think straight. It had been days since they had made love and right then and there, all she wanted was for him to pound her into the mattress and make her forget all about those delicious brown eyes that stared her down in the kitchen just moments before.
Pressing her thighs together to try and suppress her urges, Gen screwed her eyes shut and balled her palms into fists, her fingernails putting pressure on her flesh. The sexual desire running through her veins needed an out. Pulling the door to, she backed out into the corridor and headed for the bathroom. Closing the door and locking it behind her, she closed the lid on the toilet and hopped up onto the cistern. Spreading her thighs wide, she dug her heels into the sides of the toilet seat. Gen reached down and pulled her panties to the side, the cool air hitting her intimate flesh. She ran a fingertip up and down her slit to find that she was utterly drenched. Moaning softly at her discovery, she took her bottom lip between her teeth and began to trace circles over her clit.
She imagined Tommy and all the glorious things he could do to her body. The way his lips grazed gently against her breasts when she fucked him, the way his cock would pulse inside her as he filled her up. She desperately tried to stop other thoughts from entering her mind, but she lost the battle and gave in.
Her movements quickened as she began to imagine him pressed between her thighs. What the weight of his cock would feel like in her palm, how his lips would feel on her neck, the way his stubble might tickle the insides of her thighs as he devoured her with his mouth.
Sliding a finger inside her soaking wet flesh, she tried to suppress the moans that escaped her mouth. Adding another finger, she lost herself in the thought of him filling her up. How her pussy might have to stretch to accommodate him.
Two fingers circled her clit with one hand while the other slid three fingers briskly in and out of her pussy. Her back arched at the feeling of nearing complete bliss. Opening her eyes, she caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Instead of blushing, she admired the sight. She looked out of control, her desire driving her to fucking herself in her boyfriend's parents' bathroom. Reaching in further with her fingers, she hit that sensitive spot that made her see stars. Feeling her body shuddering under the weight of her climax, Gen cried out softly, panting and eyes wide.
Her legs went limp and she threw her head back against the bathroom wall with a gentle thud. Taking a moment to come back down to earth, she closed her eyes and tried to forget about the forbidden thoughts in her head. Pulling her panties back into place, Gen lifted herself up off the cistern and straightened herself out in the mirror. It was no use really. Anyone with half a brain cell could work out what she'd been up to simply just by looking at her. Her chest was flushed red, as were her cheeks. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin and she simply didn't have the energy to wipe it away. Negan was right, it had been a very long day.
Deciding that that was as good as it was going to get, Gen opened the bathroom door and made her way back to Tommy's bedroom across the hall. She heard Tommy's parent's bedroom door click shut as she let herself into his. Closing the door behind her, she stripped off and climbed into bed next to her boyfriend.
Resting her arm across his toned stomach, she snuggled up against him and closed her eyes as he reached to pull her in closer to him instinctively. Pretending all the while that the sounds of Lucille's pleasure ringing through the air while her husband fucked her next door wasn't depriving her of any sleep. Nope. Not at all.