Chapter Five
Rick was parked on the path that lead up to Chief Hershel Greene's home, waiting for Glenn to arrive. Maggie told him to bring a friend that wasn't too cop-y, whatever that meant.
A member of the bartending staff had taken the case of moonshine Maggie requested in already. Guests passed him and he waved small acknowledgements at them to be cordial.
"What am I doing here? I could be home watching a game." He thought to himself, scanning the crowd for a second before he finally saw Glenn coming up the driveway.
"Man, there's no parking close, you must've been here for a while." Glenn commented as he walked up, straightening his tie.
"I thought I said casual?" Rick said while looking him over.
"I know but it's still the Chief's house." Glenn said, now unsure about his dress style.
"Just take the tie off and relax a bit. Don't be too cop-y." Rick said causing Glenn to wrinkle his nose.
"But I am a cop." Rick just shrugged his shoulders and raised a hand, just as confused.
"Let's head in."
The Chief lived on a few acres of land, complete with a farm and animals. Hershel's family had been farmers for generations, but his father hadn't been able to keep it up and sold it off when Hershel was just a boy. He vowed to buy back what he could when he came of age. And that's just what he did, one acre at a time over the years. He built his family's home on it and rented land to farmers to keep the soil bountiful.
Even though he could afford to go bigger, his second wife Annette and he agreed on a 3000 square foot five bedroom and three-bathroom farmhouse style home with a wraparound porch.
But tonight the party was being held in a huge barn that had a temporary tile floor installed. Floral decorations were at the tables, gold and silver balloons lined the ceiling. Buffet tables were set up with hot food as well as dessert and candy sections. A DJ was getting the crowd moving on the dance floor.
"What exactly is this party for?" Glenn asked in amazement as he looked around.
"I'm not sure." Rick replied as he continued to take it all in.
"Rick!" Hershel exclaimed as he approached them.
"Hershel!" Rick smiled as he and Hershel hugged.
"I'm glad you could make it." Hershel said before turning his attention to the other man. "Glenn, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes thank you for having me to your beautiful home Chief Greene." Glenn rushed out, clearly nervous.
"No, no just call me Hershel tonight, after all its my birthday." He said with a grin as Glenn's eyes bulged out and Rick covered his face.
"I take it Maggie didn't tell you." Hershel continued, holding his belly as he chuckled. "It was supposed to be a much smaller affair, but my wife got outta hand."
"We would've brought gifts." Glenn added, Hershel shaking his head and waving a hand dismissively.
"At my age, I've already got all that I need." He said before smiling at the pair warmly.
"I want you two boys to have a great time. Maggie should be out here soon. Her friends came and helped set a lot of this up earlier today. They're in the house getting dressed." Hershel said, noticing the arrival of some more people. "Tell you what, head over to the bar and get yourself some whiskey, I'm gonna keep making my rounds."
"Thank you." They both replied, both offering a polite wave as Hershel walked off.
After Hershel's departure, they did just that, heading to the bar and ordered their first round.
"Maybe I should put my tie back on." Glenn said as he rifled through his pocket.
"Uh no, then I'll be the dumbass." Rick said as he looked down at himself.
He had on his favorite well-worn boots, another pair of faded black jeans and a simple off-white button up shirt. He hadn't shaved this week so his 5 o'clock shadow was now a light beard. He'd let his curls grow in as well, so they were hanging a bit askew. Shit, he was gonna kill Maggie.
Across the barn a new group of people were arriving and getting some looks. He couldn't make them out so he took another sip of his drink.
"Wow, who's that?" Glenn asked pointing towards the entrance. Maggie and a few others came into view.
"Hershel's daughter. The one I'm gonna kill."
"Can you wait until I stare at her for a little while longer?" Rick looked at Glenn and saw the stars in his eyes and smiled.
"Go get her."
"No way man that's' the Chief's daughter. I don't stand a chance." Rick smirked at his friend's shyness.
When Rick looked over again he was immediately silenced.
In walked Recruit Michonne Hawthorne.
If Rick had been speaking, he would have gone silent. He was surprised in the most wonderful way.
Michonne was gorgeous. She wore a clingy orange mid-calf tulip skirt and every step she took revealed her toned chocolate legs. Her calves were being enhanced by leopard print pointed heels. Rick smiled when he saw her tight blue denim shirt that was tied at the bottom. The top was unbuttoned to expose her ample cleavage. Her face was adorned with the lightest of makeup, but her lip gloss made her lips look even juicer. Her hair was in an intricate braid with gold jewelry and shells this time.
Rick was only supposed to peruse her for a few moments but he couldn't help himself, she was just too damned captivating.
Just then Michonne saw him through the crowd and they locked eyes. She looked surprised to see him too.
"Aww man, they are headed this way." Glenn said nervously as he downed his drink.
"Calm down…" Rick said, speaking to himself too.
"Wait, are those two of the recruits?" Glenn just now noticing Recruit Hawthorne and Williams.
"Yeah." Rick responded even though he'd only had eyes for Michonne this whole time.
Maggie and her friends made it over to them.
"Hey, Rick I'm glad you made it." Maggie said as she came over and hugged him. Maggie smiled, looking over approvingly at Glenn who was blushing.
Maggie turned slightly to the group behind her.
"Let me introduce you to my friends; Sasha and Abe, Rosita and Tara, and Michonne."
She pointed them each out, winking at Rick when she mentioned Michonne. Rick understood Maggie had done this on purpose. Now he'd really kill her…or thank her?
"This is my friend, Glenn. By the way I'm Rick Grimes."
They all waved at one another and the men shook hands.
"You wanna dance Glenn?" Maggie asked, stunning Glenn who then blindly followed her on to the dancefloor.
The other couples paired off leaving him there with Michonne.
"I-"
"I-"
They both stopped.
"Maggie-"
"Maggie-"
They spoke at the same time.
"You first." Rick requested.
"I didn't know you'd be here. It seems you didn't know I'd be here either." They both threw daggers in Maggie's direction, not that she noticed while dancing with Glenn and the others.
"We could get her back." Rick suggested.
"What do you have in mind?" Michonne asked coyly.
Her question set straight for his groin, he had a lot of things in mind. Feeling how soft and smooth her thighs were being at the top of the list.
Michonne flirtatiously watched him, seemingly knowing where his thoughts were. He couldn't help but return her mischievous smile. Her eyelashes were so long they brushed her pillowy cheeks when she looked down. Damn, she was appraising him. Her breathing had increased when she finished her assessment of him.
"Let's get you a drink." Rick suggested.
She agreed with a nod and headed for the bar.
"Lord have mercy…" he thought, eyes glued to the miraculous ass in her skirt with what he assumed was a thong underneath. It had to be a thong or nothing because each step she took there was an earthquake that was sending aftershocks straight to his dick.
He caught a few men admiring her movements as well. He didn't like it one bit, mean-mugging as many as he could.
"What can I get you, beautiful?" asked the bartender.
"Thank you." Michonne glowed. "I'll have a whiskey sour."
Rick noted she liked bourbon. Just another excuse for his attraction to this woman.
"Coming right up, my name's Magna by the way."
"Was the bartender flirting with her too?"
Michonne giggled and it was one of the best sounds he'd ever heard. He was a bit jealous he hadn't provoked it himself.
"She's right, you are beautiful." He added.
Michonne seductively looked Rick's body over.
"You're sexy as fuck." Rick reddened at her forward compliment just as the bartender returned.
"Here you go, don't forget I'll be taking care of you all night." Magna winked before walking off to help a new patron.
"Wanna bet..." Rick mumbled, finishing his drink.
Michonne giggled this time for him which delighted him.
After a few moments of silence, Michonne spoke.
"I think we should just pretend you are just you and I'm just me." Michonne motioned between them. "No hangups." Rick smiled in response.
"It looks amazing in here. I heard you helped get this place decorated, must've been a crazy day."
"I don't wanna talk about that." Her eyes twinkled. "Let's dance."
Michonne downed the rest of her drink and sauntered to the dance floor. Rick watched the show for a second then followed.
The Black Eyed Peas, "My Humps" was playing and it was aptly so. Michonne began to move her hips and waist slowly to the music. When the beat dropped she'd pop her butt out in time with it.
Rick didn't even try to pretend he wasn't staring at her behind.
Rick did have the wherewithal to realize he had to fit in on the dancefloor. He wasn't much of a dancer but he could stay on the beat so he did just that.
Maggie's whole crew and Glenn were cheering Michonne on.
"This is DJ Noah, lets switch this up a bit!" Then Mariah Careys', "It's Like That" played and everyone paired off again. Rick moved in closer to her and maintained his two step.
"Oh you do have rhythm. Let's see after this."
Michonne turned around and backed up on him, pressing her ass right into his crotch. She rolled her hips sensually to the beat. Rick moved his hands to her hips and pulled her in tighter to his body. She reached up and weaved her fingers into his hair.
Rick was definitely enjoying the closeness and so was Python. He knew she had to feel the poking but she didn't stop. He inhaled her coconut scent and moved one hand to her stomach touching the sliver of skin that was out from the tying of her shirt.
The vibrations of the music moved through them and he had to resist the urge to kiss her neck. The song had changed again but he couldn't distinguish it. He was so focused on the way her body felt against his.
"What am I going to do with this hard- on once she pulls away?" She placed a hand on top of his that was at her waist.
"Come with me." Michonne pivoted to say in his ear. Rick nearly did, right there on the dance floor.
They separated slightly but stepped together out of the barn.
"One sec."
Michonne retrieved a bag that was stuffed behind the exit door and slipped out of her heels and into a pair of animal print ballet flats. She took his hand and lead him around the back of the barn.
"What are we gonna do out here?" Rick asked standing with his back against the wall. Michonne stood in front of him.
"I don't know Rick, I thought you might've needed a second to calm down." She looked directly at the bulge in his pants.
"Nah, I'm fine." He smirked and adjusted his stance.
"Really?" she raised her eyebrow and licked her lips.
"Oh, she wanted to play a game." Rick was all in.
"Yeah." her eyes sparkled in the flood lights.
She walked up to him and slowly licked his neck. It sent a shiver down his spine and his dick jumped.
"How about now, Rick?"
His name on her tongue sent another wave of desire through him. His eyes were clouded with lust.
Michonne attempted to step back but he grasped her waist. He leaned in and nipped at her earlobe then bit her neck. Michonne moaned and tilted her head to give him more access but instead Rick faced her.
"Are you okay?" he teased her.
"Oh she likes this..." Rick could tell she was about to up the ante from the look in her eyes.
She took both his hands and brought them to her waist then slid them back and slowly slid them from the top of her ass to the bottom ending it with a firm squeeze.
"Fuck…" Rick uttered.
She felt better than he imagined. Her ass was firm yet jiggly. His dick was thumping in his pants now.
"Are you still fine?"
She had a devilish grin and he intended on wiping it right off.
He kept one hand on her ass but brought the other around to reach under the flap of her skirt. His fingertips brushed her mons, she inhaled deeply.
She was indeed wearing a thin lacey thong. Rick pulled the material up gently so that it was rubbing against her bud and exposed her lips. Michonne went onto her toes but he pulled higher so she couldn't escape the feeling.
"Shit…" she whispered as she began to circle her waist, giving a rhythm to the sweet friction.
"Are you okay?"
He could tell Michonne wanted to keep going since it felt good, but she refused to give in now.
"Damn this is exhilarating. "
She tried to step away, but Rick held her thong too firmly and the thin material ripped. Rick bit his lip.
"Sorry."
She could tell he didn't mean it, an apologetic smile on his lips. Michonne reached under her skirt and dragged the remnants down her legs, stepping out of them. Rick was fascinated. She took his hand and placed the object of his destruction in it.
Rick was pleased with how wet they were. He lifted the white material to his nose, closed his eyes and inhaled. When he opened them, it looked like Michonne was just about come right there. She was panting and he knew he'd won.
"The blue Ford F-150, is yours?"
"Yeah."
"I'll meet you there." and with that she walked back towards the entrance of the barn.
What the fuck was he doing? At his bosses' house- their bosses house no less.
Rick pocketed her panties and made his way to his truck. Luckily, most people were inside as to not see his dick print.
He unlocked the doors, climbed in and waited. A few minutes passed.
Was she still coming? Had she changed her mind?
But a few minutes later, Michonne emerged from the house and ran over to his truck before climbing in the passenger seat.
"Drive." She demanded. He followed directions, no questions asked.
After they were off the property, Michonne looked over at him. Rick glanced at her, she seemed to be pondering something. Michonne decided, pulling her skirt slit open.
Rick was doing a balancing act, drive safely and looking at her legs. She shifted more in her seat so her legs were turned towards him. What was she doing? She placed her left hand in between her legs and started playing with herself. Rick's eyes were bouncing between the road and her actions.
"Rick, you made me so wet." She moaned as she kept at it.
Rick couldn't believe how bold she was but he wouldn't be restrained either.
"Let me taste it."
Michonne was all too happy to oblige him. She slid her fingers into Rick's mouth and he sucked and licked each one. She rolled her fingers around in his mouth and he bit her.
This was getting dangerous, but luckily they were still in the rural part of town. Rick knew a little path to nowhere. When they got there, he pulled off the road and put the jeep in park.
As soon as the jeep was stopped, Michonne was on him. She straddled him and he was sure that she'd be leaving a wet print on his jeans. Rick slid his hands under her skirt and massaged her bare ass. Michonne gyrated against his cock trying to get some gratifying relief.
Rick, deciding she had that under control, unbuttoned her shirt to expose her thin, white lacy bra. Michonne hissed when he bit her nipples through the fabric. She pushed his mouth to her other breast and grinded into him more. Now that her bra was wet Rick could see her hard, dark nipples fighting for release. He pushed the material under them and caressed them before slowly licking one while pinching the other with his thumb and pointer finger.
"Fuck Rick..." Michonne moaned out as she grabbed a handful of his hair. The sensation of the pull sent him into a frenzy, Rick sucking on her pebbled tits harder, rotating back and forth between them.
"Shit Rick, you're gonna make me come." she moaned, her sounds spurring him on.
Rick swapped from licking, to sucking, to biting, to pinching. Knowing he was having this effect on her was driving him crazy, he needed to make her come right now. He slowed down and really laved at her, moaning with appreciation for his current circumstance.
Suddenly, Michonne cried out and pushed her chest further into his face, her body quivered and he didn't mind the mild suffocation.
"I've-…I've never come from just breast stimulation before..." She panted and gave him some space.
"You're welcome." he smiled up at her. She covered up her face and laughed. Rick liked the sound and joined in.
"You know you nearly had me flip this jeep."
"I knew you could handle yourself." She flirtatiously stated.
And just like that the temperature began to rise. When their eyes connected the craving for one another reemerged.
Rick leisurely reached up and cradled her neck. Her lips looked so soft and dewy, he hadn't even kissed them in the frenzy. He pulled Michonne closer and slowly licked her bottom lip, then kissed it. Michonne responded by kissing his top lip waiting for a chance to get to the bottom one. They tenderly kissed until Michonne pushed her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it, causing her to groan into his mouth. Rick finally slipped his tongue into her mouth and spun a sensual row.
Michonne reached for his belt and unbuckled it. She lifted slightly, maintaining the kiss as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Rick tugged his shirt out of the way. He hissed when Michonne rubbed him over his boxer briefs. He broke the kiss to watch her release him.
"Damn." she was appreciative of his long, thick length as she began pumping him with smooth strokes.
"Shit…" Rick thrust into her hand. Michonne squeezed lightly as she pulled until a pearl of precum appeared. She wiped it up with her thumb, then stuck it in her mouth. Michonne reveled in the salty taste on her tongue, sucking her finger clean. Rick couldn't believe how brazen she was. If he wasn't already hard as a rock this would've sent him over the edge.
He lifted her and placed his throbbing member at her entrance. Michonne stabilized herself by holding his shoulders.
"We have to go slow at first… it's been a while." She confessed and Rick kissed her as a response.
He pushed his slick head in gently, granting her request for the both of their sakes.
"She's so wet and tight…" he thought as he moved to pull back, trying to make sure she was comfortable with his size, but stopping as she began to lower herself. They locked eyes and opened their mouths, only breath sounds escaped. The feeling of being full and expanded was exquisite to Michonne's pussy. Rick's python was being involuntarily clutched and she hadn't even started to move. He had to concentrate to last, so he thought of her pleasure and urged her to move. After a few ascensions, Michonne picked up the pace, now holding on to his headrest for leverage. Sweat started to bead on both of them as he thrusted up into her. Rick grabbed her locs, pulling her in for a fervored kiss where they fought for dominance.
"Fuck Michonne, you're gonna make me come." He moaned against her lips, Michonne moaning in response as she moved faster. "Not yet, not yet." He whined while tightening his grip on her.
"Yes, come for me Captain."
And with that, Rick bucked into her hard, pressing his head further back into the headrest. His body was racked with convulsions as he dug his fingers into her hips. Michonne was meeting her second orgasm from his vibrations, loving the reaction she garnered from him.
"Rick…" she said his name before they both became silent while catching their breaths.
"You okay?"
"Absolutely." they smiled at one another.
"I think I'm gonna need some help getting off, my legs are all tingly."
They laughed while he helped her back into her seat. Rick cracked a window to help them defog.
"I don't think I'm quite done with you." Rick smirked while looking her up and down.
"Good thing I got the keys to Maggie's place." She reached into the doors console where she'd placed them and spun them around her finger.