Chapter Twenty-Six: Magic Mike: Turtle Edition
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Sable awoke empty and disappointed. She reached for Donnie and cried when she realized he was gone. She missed him so much, it was a dull pounding ache that wouldn't go away. Her phone hummed, signaling a message.
'Hope you slept well. I didn't. Miss you. Love you.'
Tears burnt her cheeks. She answered him as she padded to the kitchen to make coffee.
'Slept bad. Missed you beside me. Love you more.'
'Will be there Saturday afternoon. Don't plan on doing any work.'
Sable bit her lip at the naughty turtle's suggestion. Grinning like a fool, she typed.
'But, whatever will we do during your visit?'
Donnie had no shame.
'Each other. Drink plenty of fluids. You're going to need it.'
Sable gasped at his cheek, but grew wet. She couldn't wait until he was back in her bed.
'Leave your brother at home.'
'Definitely!'
'Love you.'
'Love you more.'
Sable drank her coffee and checked her email. Donnie had set up an account for her to communicate with buyers for the items Mikey listed on antique sites. Several of her items had offers, the doll collection now in a heated online argument between two bidders. The highest bid was currently just over 700.00. Far more than what Sable thought they were worth. They were beyond creepy. Why anyone would want them was a mystery to her.
Still, the money would be helpful.
Her parents had been generous in setting up a new bank account for her to live off of while she got back on her feet. When she called her family after she escaped the lab, and told them she was declared cancer free and in remission, they had a huge celebration.
Sable sobbed in the open embrace of her family whom she thought she'd never see again, and when her sister handed her the keys to her car, she also added a substantial check.
"I'll be by tomorrow to bring you groceries, so you don't have to worry about having something to eat," Susan said when they embraced, tears staining her cheeks. "I'm so happy my little sister is alive. You beat it, Sable. You beat cancer's ass!"
Crying, Sable had agreed, though in the back of her mind, she knew who the real hero was.
He was a turtle.
A strong, passionate, intelligent, somewhat geeky, adorably naïve, and oh, so boyishly sweet turtle.
With him, she could take on the world.
Sable smiled wistfully as she scanned the offers on the computer screen. Within ten minutes, she agreed to set price and meeting place for exchange. Writing down the person's name, agreed price, and the time she was meeting the buyers, Sable hurried upstairs to change so she could pack her car.
She winced when she put on her bra, rubbing her tender breasts, no doubt from Donnie's attentions. She didn't complain though. If he wanted to play with them, she wouldn't stop him. It had felt amazing, having him to mouth her so hungrily while he pumped her into a dizzying orgasm.
It took nearly an hour to get things sorted in her grey Honda Fit. Though the car was excellent on gas, it didn't hold much in trunk space. Glad she only agreed to four items, as she was already compacted in the car, she drove to the first meeting, waiting only ten minutes before a couple arrived.
The day passed without incident. Sable emptied her car of assorted junk, had a little extra cash, and knowing Donnie would be working her into quite an appetite, she decided to go shopping. It was when she was loading the trunk and the back seat her stomach growled. She pulled a face, noting how much food she bought and realized, there was something to be said about shopping while hungry.
Everything looked good!
Needing some food before she passed out from low blood sugar, she hit a drive through before heading home. The fries didn't make it to the house.
She carried in groceries, mumbling about needing a strong turtle to do the menial work, and cracked open her burger, taking a bite while she put away groceries. When she was done, she was still hungry. A frozen pizza was tossed into the oven while she set about rearranging the shelves.
Mikey had no sense of coordination when it came to putting dishes and pans away.
Sable's phone buzzed. She grinned, thinking it was Donnie but it was Mikey.
'Hey baby. What ya wearing?'
There was a huge grinning icon following the text.
Sable snorted and answered.
'Combat boots and fatigues. About to tackle housecleaning. A couple of turtles left a mess.'
'Whoops?'
'Gotta go. Dust is calling.'
'Call an exterminator.'
'Dustbusters?'
'Call if you need anything. I put my number in your phone as a back up in case you can't get a hold of Donnie.'
'Thank you, Mikey. You're an AWESOME brother.'
'Ya know it! So good, don't even need the other two!'
Sable snorted. 'Behave, Mikey. Later.'
'Later. I'll give Donnie a kiss for you.'
Sable rolled her eyes, putting her phone on thedresser while she changed into something she wouldn't mind getting dirty. She left her phone there so it wouldn't bother her while cleaning.
She stripped her bed, straightening out the non-permeable fitted sheet and put the soiled linens in the wash. Needing to be close to Donnie, she buried her face in the pillow he used, breathing in his scent.
As she dusted and mopped the floors, she wondered if she should invest in some rugs, especially by the bedside where Donnie was prone to bend her over. He always used towels to wipe up after himself, but she didn't have enough towels to keep up with the demand.
Maybe it would be wise to buy more towels? Extra absorbent, super fluffy ones? Yeah, that would be nice. Clean and fluffy, soft underfoot, and ready to soak up Donnie's adamant releases. Not that she begrudged the messes he made. In fact, she loved the feeling of him jetting inside her.
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The next day Sable endured her sister in law, taking her into town and demanding she freshen up her wardrobe. Sable liked Melody. She was a nice enough person. Great to Sable's brother, Caleb. An excellent, if not slightly overbearing mother to their two daughters, but sometimes she didn't realize her 'friendly advice' was more of sharp barbs.
Mel grew up in a higher society environment, her parents being diplomats. She could speak three languages and play piano and cello, but the woman didn't realize when she was being too nosy or overly protective.
Like now.
"Nice fit, but not it's your color," Melody was saying, surveying Sable with a critical eye.
Sable turned left and right, observing herself in the full length mirror at the boutique Mel insisted they visit. Sable loved the asymmetrical cut of the skirt and form fitting bodice that accented her breasts. The sleeves were off the shoulder, and fake pearls hung as dewdrops in the pleats. There was only a single color in that particular dress design.
And it happened to be Donatello green.
"Green makes you look washed out," Mel said, standing behind Sable and adjusting the dress unnecessarily. "Granted, you're looking so much better now. Really filling out." She placed her hands on Sable's hips, patting her congenially. "You lost so much weight honey. It's wonderful you're in remission. I couldn't be happier."
Sable offered a half smile. Yes, she had lost a lot of weight.
The first time she had undergone radiation and chemotherapy, she had dropped nearly half her weight and lost her hair. She never wanted to go through all that pain and torment again. Hence when she was confirmed in late stages, and there was no hope of survival even with the most aggressive treatments, Sable had opted out of chemo and radiation.
She still maintained her hair this time, though the cancer had taken a toll on her physically before her admittance into the clinical trials. She had lost a good twenty-five pounds of her already lean frame.
Mel looped her arms around Sable from behind, dropping her head on to her sister in law's shoulder. Tears sparkled, threatening to destroy Mel's meticulous make up.
"You know I don't have any siblings, so you and Susan are the closest thing I have to sisters," Mel admitted, tears sparkling. "We may not be blood, you are my family."
Sable nodded mutely, tears falling down her cheeks. She turned, embracing her sister in law while both softly wept.
"Oh, look at us! Bawling like a couple of banty hens!" Mel gasped, wiping her eyes with elegantly manicured nails. "We must be a sight."
"Who cares?" Sable quipped. She turned to view herself in the dress on last time and said, "I love this color. And the design."
Mel collected herself and adopted a semi stern expression.
"Makes you look pale, but it does accent your figure nicely."
"Spray tan," Sable winked at her reflection.
"Oh dear," Mel moaned. She didn't approve of excessive use of chemicals or tanning beds.
Sable snorted at her overly dramatic sister in law and went back into the dressing room to change.
Two outfits were a bust. They were way too tight or revealed too much skin to make Sable comfortable.
Mel didn't approve of them either, pointing to the dressing room and demanding Sable change from the prostitute uniform. Laughing, Sable tried on a pencil skirt in rich plum and creamed colored blouse. Mel instantly crowed of perfection and Sable had to admit, she looked regal and professional.
Two hours later, Sable was in possession of two new dresses, one a pale pink wrap around that tied in the back, the green dress that matched Donnie, four skirts, two dress pants, and three new blouses.
"Are we done yet?" Sable asked, finding her patience at an end with shopping.
"Clothes, yes," Mel said, not perturbed by the cart that was filled with clothing. Sable had fussed about prices but Mel said the shopping trip was on her, as she wanted Sable to have an updated wardrobe as a gift for beating cancer. "Let's check out the shoes!"
"Oh man," Sable whined, sounding just like Mikey.
She followed Mel around while the consummate shopper checked out new shoes, socks, purses and wallets, taking her time and browsing everything.
Something caught Sable's attention, drawing her away.
The display dummy on the top of the rack wore the configuration that cause Sable's attention. The teddy was rich purple, peek a boo to allow peeks of nipples, crotchless to allow easy access and had matching garters and silk stockings. It was dainty, feminine, and the perfect color to attract a certain turtle.
Mel's voice nearby started Sable out of her admiration.
"Rather racy for you, don't you think?"
Sable searched the rack, finding her size.
"Not at all."
"You'll need a man to wear that for," Mel grinned, thumbing in a direction over her shoulder. "I don't think they sell them here though."
Sable wasn't paying attention. The material was silky and soft, accented with lace. It would feel great against her skin.
"Girl, who is he?" Mel asked, catching Sable's arm and giving her a little shake to bring her out of her dazed stupor. "Don't bother lying. Love is etched all over your face. You're practically glowing thinking about this guy. Okay, spill. Who is he? How did you meet? When do you introduce him to the family?"
Sable blushed furiously, cheeks nearly bursting into flame.
"His name is Donnie. He's from New York. He was in the clinical trials with me. He's also in remission."
Sable had glossed over her stay at the facility for obvious reasons.
She found it strange there was no mention of a lab accident in the news or any of the local papers. She had mentioned such concerns to Donnie and he had run searches concerning any laboratory mishaps occurring in Pennsylvania. The state, and its sinister secret facility, remained as innocuous as ever.
Sable feared the scientists had gotten away and they were still in danger, but Donnie assured her he had taken all the necessary precautions.
"So, when are we going to meet him? Bringing him to the BBQ tomorrow?" Mel asked excitedly.
"No, not yet," Sable said. "We're still getting to know each other."
Mel held up the lingerie Sable added to the cart, her perfectly penciled brow raised.
"If you're wearing stuff like this, you already know each other."
"He's just really shy," Sable said, trying to dissuade Mel into prying further. "Takes awhile to warm up to people."
"Maybe instead of meeting the whole family, the two of you can come to our place for dinner?" Mel volunteered enthusiastically. "Much smaller setting. More cozy. Intimate. I can properly vet him to make sure he's worthy of you."
"No!" Sable said hastily before Mel got a full head of steam on. The woman could be a steamroller when she got going. "It's just, we're still getting comfortable around each other, so it's too soon to introduce him to my family. Want to make sure we're both…comfortable."
Sable winced at her own lame excuse. But thankfully, Mel bought it and didn't press on. Instead, she darted between the racks of sexy lingerie, eyes in constant motion until she found what she was looking for. She held up a solid white lace teddy with snaps in the crotch.
"Something colorful to get his attention and something virginal to make him feel special," Mel grinned. She dropped her voice low. "I have one almost exactly like this. Drives your brother wild!"
"Uff, TMI,' Sable groaned, struggling to erase the mental picture she developed.
"Serious, Sabes," Mel said falling into the nickname the two shared. "Have a nice hot soak in a rose bath, put this on, little candlelight, fresh sheets, and your Donnie won't be able to keep his hands off you."
Sable smirked.
"He doesn't need any help in that department."
Mel's penciled brow nearly disappeared into her perfectly coifed hair.
"Oh? Do tell!"
Sable knew she couldn't back out of it now. Mel would hound her until she caved. The woman was relentless.
"Well, he's hung like a horse and holds me tighter than an octopus."
"Damn," Mel breathed, her gaze becoming distant and faraway.
"Come on, let's pay for this junk, I'm starving!" Sable said, patting her rumbling tummy. It was passed noon and the two had been in this store nearly three hours. Shopping always built up an appetite.
"Good idea,' Mel said, heading toward the register. "Over lunch, you can give me more details."
Sable bit back a groan. She really didn't want to talk about Donnie. At least not to Mel. She was terrified she'd let something slip. But she needn't worry. All she had do was supply Mel with details about how they met, though Sable glossed over the part of sleeping in the woods and killing armed security guards to escape a lab intent on doing horrible things to her, and concentrated on things she and Donnie shared.
He had siblings. Raised by a single father. Despite being shy was very mannerly. Smart. Loved all things tech related.
When Mel asked about colleges, Sable felt a wave of sadness not entirely fabricated for Mel's benefit as she explained Donnie had been unable to attend due to finances.
Then Mel wanted to know exactly how the two had fallen in love, and subsequently into bed. She knew Sable was reserved and had never been the promiscuous type. To see her picking out lingerie was nothing short of a miracle.
"Being sick and having someone to talk to, sometimes all night, really helped us to bond,' Sable said elusively. "He was discharged first, but stayed with me and was there when I got the news I was in remission."
Mel reached out, clasping her hand while the other rested over her heart. The sentiments were hitting her in the heartstrings.
"I invited him to stay with me while he made arrangements for work, and one thing lead into another,' Sable trailed off, hoping no one could detect how hard her nipples were through her bra. Every time she thought about the first time they consciously made love, Sable got turned on.
"But he's okay now?" Mel pressed, resuming her meal. "He's healthy and has his own place?"
"Yeah, he's healthy and moved back with his family as his father is old and his brothers help care for him." Not a downright lie. From what Donnie said, his father was at least 600 in human years. Very long life for a rat. Or human. "The family is close knit. They are all they've ever had."
"Not mafia, right?" Mel asked skeptically.
"No, not mafia," Sable laughed. "They're good guys. Work in law enforcement. Help people. Study martial arts."
"They sound delicious," Mel said with a grin and a wink. "Do they do strip parties?"
Sable thought for a moment, imagining Donnie or his brothers taking off their limited clothes, and dancing for horny women shaking money at them. The idea made her laugh uproariously. Several people nearby glared in annoyance. Sable didn't pay them any attention.
"No, they're all pretty straight up guys," Sable said, making a mental note to tell Donnie and his brothers about the possible business venture.
Late lunch finished, Mel dragged Sable through the mall having the need to inspect nearly every single shop. Sable's only solace was the random messages from Donnie, telling her he was hard at work, missed her, and loved her.
By the time evening rolled around and Mel's Range Rover disgorged Sable's packages, Sable was ready for a hot bath and early night. Piling the clothes in the floor to be laundered tomorrow, she ran a steamy tub and took a pic, sending it to Donnie with the caption of being naked.
He, of course, answered in kind, explaining his 'raging rod' and the need to bury it in something wet and feminine. Sable thought about taking a nude pic but thought better. Too many people got into trouble doing such things. If her account was ever hacked, there could be some damning evidence that could get her arrested, or her lover captured.
She waited until she was settled into bed before she called, needing to hear Donnie's voice.
"Hello, Lover,' she breathed.
There was the thunking and thudding of clumsy body and unsuspecting tools falling before Donnie spoke.
"How I have missed you," he said, shutting the door to his room so he could get as mushy as he wanted without his brothers overhearing.
"Missed you, too," Sable said, touching the screen to initiate a video chat. Within seconds Donnie's face filled her screen. She kissed the screen. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too,' Donnie breathed, copying her move.
It was funny seeing his mouth pucker up.
Donnie smiled, searching around his room and grinning mischievously.
"You know this is a secured feed, right?"
Sable frowned, not catching his meaning.
"Nothing's really secured."
"I put scramblers on both our phones," Donnie said, moving around on the screen. "This connection is as secured as they come."
To prove his point, he moved the phone downward, showing his full tail, which he stroked in slow, even measure. His breath hitched as his cock extended in full view before his face returned.
"I can't touch you, but you can."
Sable bit her lip, feeling naughty and dangerous and oh, so sexy. She gave a little nod, putting down her phone to peel out of her nightclothes. She shone the camera along her naked body, hearing Donnie's breathing hitch as she hovered over her pussy, her fingers twirling the hair.
"Open for me," Donnie whispered, hand stilling on his shaft as he focused on the small electronic device. He wished the screen was bigger. Better yet, he wished he was there to touch her.
Sable opened her legs, her fingers slipping between the exposed folds. She massaged up and down, hearing her wetness grow. Oh, she was so turned on right now! Fingers opened into a V, revealing her center, slick and red with arousal.
Donnie hissed on the screen.
"I need to see your face."
Sable lifted the camera to her face, fingers still working, circling her clit. She knew Donnie enjoyed watching her expressions as they made love. The fluttering of her eyes, the flush of her skin, her gasps and sighs and cries as he drove them into the stratosphere.
Lips parting, she moaned, finding a rhythm. Now more than ever she wished she had a decent vibrator. It was a pale comparison to Donnie, but it would help get her there.
"Look at me, baby," Donnie pleaded, hand pumping his cock that wept thick cream.
Sable opened her eyes, moaning and panting as she felt the tightening in her lower belly.
"Oh!" she felt the first twitch of her orgasm. Focusing on the hard pea that set her alight, Sable drew herself closer, whimpering as she neared. Half crying, she stared into the camera, "Oh… oh… Oh Donnie!"
So lost in her own climax she missed the grunting growl Donnie performed. His grit his teeth, milking himself, his gaze fixed on Sable's face as she slowly relaxed, her cheeks flushed in pleasure.
Her smile was serene, beautiful, heavenly.
"I love you so much, Donatello."
Donnie finished with a snarl, forcing the last drop out where it puddled on floor beneath him. He fell back on his shell, panting hard, cock slow to retreat.
"I love you too, Sable," he managed to gasp out. "I can't wait to hold you again."
"Me too," Sable admitted, kissing the screen again. "I can't wait for you to see the new dress I bought."
"Whatever it is, you will look amazing in it," Donnie grinned. "And it will look beautiful rolled up around your waist or on the floor."
Sable grinned, eyes droopy with fatigue.
"As long you're inside me, who cares?"
Donnie laughed, nuzzling the screen with affection. He wished he was there beside her, but he had duties to do first. His personal needs would have to wait.
"Get some rest. I'll see you in a couple days." Donnie winked. "Don't wear anything complicated."
Sable snorted.
"I have my niece's birthday party tomorrow, and then doing a couple of deliveries the day after. I'll meet up with the buyers in the morning and then come back and start dinner." She touched the screen as if it were his face. "I wanted to make you a nice romantic dinner."
"Romance? I can do that," Donnie answered. "Let me get started early. I love you. You're pretty. Stay naked."
Sable laughed, which turned into a yawn.
"Such a poet."
"I'm a simple guy." Donnie gave a one sided shrug. "Seriously though, I love and miss you. Now, get to sleep. You're going to need it to deal with your family all day tomorrow."
"Great," Sable said, yawning again. After her orgasm, she was feeling drained. "A couple dozen kids, bounce house, pony rides, endless sugar, adults hovered around a grill drinking beers and screaming at the kids to share and play nice. Going to be fantastic."
Donnie cringed. Sounded like hell to him. He gave Sable another virtual kiss. "Good night my love. Sleep well."
"Good night, Donnie," Sable said, returning his kiss. "Love you."
She ended the call, closed her eyes and was sound asleep within seconds.
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I can only imagine "Magic Mike Turtles"… YUM!
Anyone else need to cross their legs? Hehhe
