DCM A/N: We are happy to have a returning author this week, Kimmydonn. She brought her own picture prompt again, so for those of you that don't see it when it posts on the blog is dirtycheekymonkeys(dot)blogspot(dot)com/2011/02/squeeze-my-lemon-feb-23(dot)html Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 02.23.11~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SML note: This is a continuation of a one-shot I did for Two for the Price of One, a threesome contest. The things you'll need to know from the first part: Esme's husband left her. She has been spending afternoons at the watering hole with Emmett AND Edward. Edward is Emmett's cousin, spending a second summer with his relatives before heading off to university.
I continued down the street to the grocer's. My aunt had sent Emmett with me to pick up the necessities for supper tonight, but he'd run into Rose at the corner and was still talking to her, trying to lure her away. He'd been trying for weeks, hoping to get more than kisses from her. Not that kissing her wasn't enough to have him waxing poetic on a moonlit night, but he always had to try his luck. Rather than wait for them, I'd decided to get the groceries myself. I froze at the door, though.
Esme Cullen stepped through it, calling over her shoulder to the grocer behind her. Her caramel curls fell to the middle of her back where her dress started, light green today, tight across her breasts and held up with thin straps. Her fair skin tempted me as it had every day since the first she'd bared so much of it. My hand even rose, outstretched, before I realized my folly.
She turned and started. "Edward," she said with a gasp and a hand to her chest. "I didn't expect to run into you here. I figured you'd be on your aunt's farm." Her smile was as warm as ever, though I noticed her eyes cast up and down the street, looking for observers.
They were there, a couple of older men on the bench in front of the barber's, a woman pushing a baby along. I swallowed, not sure what to say or do.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cullen," I said at last, tipping my head slightly. She beamed at me. I had learned to call her Esme when we were alone, but knew that sometimes calling her Mrs. Cullen seemed to illicit an even better response.
"I trust you are enjoying your summer?" she asked, not seeming at all deterred by the eyes around us. Her eyes drifted down my chest and back to my face in appraisal. It felt like a caress.
My pants became tighter; my whole body felt tense. "Yes. Hot this year. Or perhaps it's only because it's my second." Did my voice catch? It sounded forced to me. In a way it was. Very difficult not to imagine the woman across from me in nothing but her skin. I undressed her with my eyes now, peeling away the thin cotton to reveal her creamy white skin, so soft under my fingers.
"It's not only you. The heat this year has been extraordinary. Sweltering, sultry even." Her drawl made the words sinful. Sultry... hot, wet, sweating...
"My aunt is waiting for me," I said quickly, pushing past her, unable to take any more. "I should really get the things she asked for."
"Of course," she said as her hand brushed up my leg over the seat of my pants. "Perhaps we'll bump into one another again." With that, she headed down the street. I nearly sagged in relief. I was sure I was only moments from pressing her against the store door and kissing her senseless.
"Edward?" the grocer, Harry, asked. "You don't look well. You need some water?" He filled a glass and passed it to me.
I took it gratefully and gulped once. "Yes, thank you. The sun," I muttered, blaming the heat again. Wandering past the tables, I collected the items Aunt Lynn had requested. I didn't see Emmett as I walked back to the farm. Perhaps Rose had finally broken down.
"Thank you, Edward," Aunt Lynn practically sang as she took the vegetables from me. "These look perfect." She set about washing and chopping while I excused myself. Moments later, I was at the pond.
Even though I knew Esme wouldn't be here—she was probably preparing her own meal—it seemed the right place to be. I lounged with my back to an oak, closing my eyes and remembering some of the afternoons spent here. I was still on edge from our encounter in town. The forbidden nature of our dalliance was emphasized there. If anyone knew...
What? It wouldn't tarnish me much. I wasn't likely to be back once I started at Princeton in the fall. She had to live here, though, and she had enough to contend with, reputation-wise, already.
My eyes were only half-closed, but I was still startled when a pair of hands covered them.
"Who—?" I asked.
"Guess?" that warm sticky drawl asked.
"Esme?" I pulled one hand down to kiss the inside of her wrist. "The beautiful scorned angel that walks my dreams?"
She tsked at me. "You know better, Edward. I'm no angel, and no dream either," she said, coming around the tree with a grin.
At least she didn't chide me for flattering her. She often did. She had voiced concern about my becoming attached to her, worried about me falling in love. I cupped her cheek in my hand, then slid my hand behind her head, pulling her close enough to kiss. "I have been wanting to do that..."
She chuckled, touching my pants. "I did notice," she teased, rubbing along my length. "You do flatter a woman, Edward Masen."
I shook my head slowly. "Not flattery. I thought I would explode. I was sure, a few minutes longer and I'd have you pressed to Clearwater's door."
She pulled on my free hand, yanking me to my feet before turning and putting her back to the tree. "Show me," she demanded breathily.
"Esme," I murmured, kissing her again, one hand sliding up her bare arm. Then I turned and kissed my way along it, starting at her elbow. Such smooth, soft skin she had. My lips seemed rough in comparison.
Her nails ran over my scalp and one leg hitched a little, foot rubbing the back of my calf. "Yes, Edward," she agreed.
My head was buried in the crook of her neck, nipping and licking the column as she continued to rake through my hair. My hips pressed between hers, lifting her slightly, until I had her pinned to the tree. The raking turned to tugging.
I'd never had her to myself. Always before Emmett came with me to this place. Today he was with Rose, and I couldn't be more grateful. Hand sliding along her thigh, I pushed her skirt back and reached the cotton at her crotch, brushing it with my fingers.
She seemed to sag, hips tipping out to my touch. She was as needy as I was. "God, yes, Edward. Please."
"As you wish, Mrs. Cullen," I murmured in her ear, slipping my fingers around the scant barrier, brushing skin twice before pushing into her.
Her head thumped on the tree as she arched back. Her nails dug into my shoulders, as though she feared being washed away. I attacked her neck again, eyes watching the lines on her face come and go as she tensed and released, the ecstatic expressions that crossed her features. She was amazing to watch; something else Emmett always got in the way for. He was so quick to seek his own desire that he didn't stop to watch hers.
I burned where I rubbed against the inside of her thigh, but all my attention was on her breath, coming in pants; her eyes, flicking open between seconds squeezed shut; and her lips, quivering, mumbling and occasionally pulled by her teeth. My release always came quickly, with little effort on either of our parts, but she... she could stay at the edge of it, or reach it again and again.
Picking up speed and moving my hips in time with my hand, I urged her on, knowing she would come for me soon. Foul words fell from her lips, but they sounded like warm honey, dripping sweetly, all vileness gone and only passion remaining.
"I'm going to, I'm going to... Damn!" The last was nearly shouted, though rasped to keep some of the volume out. There wasn't likely anyone to hear anyway.
It was only when I took my eyes from her face that I noticed her dress fallen to her waist and a pair of large hands covered her breasts. Emmett had found us after all, it seemed. He winked at me from around the tree and pinched Esme's nipples, making her cry again.
"No fair, starting without me," he complained, dropping his pants as he rounded the corner. "Rose left me hot and bothered, thinking to send me home that way."
"Her loss is my gain?" Esme asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"If you'd like," he grinned back her, dimples prominent. His hip pushed me aside and his hand took one of Esme's thighs over my own. He scowled. "You didn't take her panties off?" He looked at me like I might be another color. Shaking his head, he slipped the fabric down the leg he didn't hold, leaving them to dangle from the one he did. Then, pushing me the rest of the way, he took both her legs and stepped into her, pressing her into the tree again.
"Shit," she swore, suddenly speared.
"Damn, you're wet," he moaned. "So hot and slick."
She was panting already, still high from the orgasm she'd just had.
"Feels like you're dripping on me, Esme."
Grumpy, I opted not to stand around and watch, walking a few steps away. I stopped at a pair of rubber boots. They were too small for a man. I looked over my shoulder to see them lost in one another. Were they Esme's?
Emmett swore loudly, finished apparently, and Esme's head was on his shoulder as she shook. "Unbelievable," he murmured. "You're going to spoil me," he said with a chuckle. "Rose will never be able to hold a candle—" She slapped him suddenly, putting her feet down.
"You will not compare her to me, or me, her. Do you understand, McCarty? If she gives herself to you—if, mind! —you will be as gentle and slow with her as need be. She is not some hussy to be used and left." Her brown eyes seemed to light with flames. Even from this distance I could feel them, and Emmett showed he did as well.
Flinching, he backed away from Esme. "Of course. I... I didn't mean... You aren't a hussy!" he declared, standing a little straighter. "We aren't using you."
I smiled a little, glad to see him acting less a boy and more a man.
Esme's face softened and she leaned back on the tree as though no longer able to hold herself as straight as she had been. Anger had probably given her the energy in the first place. "I appreciate that. I didn't mean you." She looked down and realized the state of undress she was in, her panties around one ankle.
"Look at what you've done to my dress!" she shouted, sliding it off. The back was a mess of frayed fabric. "Did you tear it open?" she asked in disgust.
"Maybe," Emmett said sheepishly, hanging his head.
She frowned and threw it at him. "Well, you can just keep it then." She stepped into her panties and stalked toward me. "Your arm, Edward?" she asked, placing a hand on my forearm. She balanced on me as she stepped into the rubber boots and then walked away, her cotton panties pulled high enough to show the cheeks beneath. I watched open-mouthed as she made her way home. She wasn't likely to run into anyone, but it wasn't impossible either.
Emmett whistled after her and she smirked over her shoulder at him. I shook my head, but jogged up to her. Emmett didn't follow. "Let me make sure you get home."
She laughed. "Edward, my yard doesn't point into town. No one is going to see me popping in my back door." I looked to Emmett, who shook his head and headed for the farm. Supper would be ready soon, I realized. I also realized that I didn't care. Aunt Lynn would forgive. Even if she didn't, I was only here a few more days, little more than a week.
She stopped abruptly, looking at me. "Don't you need to be getting home?"
I looked over her chest, her belly and back up to her face. "I think everything I need is here."
She shook her head, muttering unintelligibly, though I made out "boys" at least once. "Come on in then. I'm sure I have something to feed you."
I'd never been to Esme's house. It was small and square, no more than two bedrooms upstairs and little aside from a kitchen and sitting room down. She slipped into the bathroom as soon as we entered, instructing me from around the door.
"Just help yourself to whatever is in the icebox. I'll grill up something as soon as I change."
I scorned the fridge and waited outside the bathroom. She nearly walked into me, completely naked now.
"Edward!" she yelped in astonishment. I silenced her with my lips on hers and scooped her up.
"I hope you don't mind, Mrs. Cullen, but you told me to help myself." I laid her on the table and kissed my way down her chest.
She chuckled. "Impertinent. I did at that," she agreed. She gasped when I laid a first kiss to the hair between her legs.
"You don't have to—"
It was cut off again as I explored freely. I even nudged a chair over to sit at the edge of the table, my eyes level with her.
She sat up, resting on her elbows, when I paused to admire her: plump pink lips that I pushed aside, looking over the glistening treasures they hid. I gazed up for a moment, catching her eyes.
"Still that interesting to you?" she asked with a smirk.
"Very much so."
Holding the lips open, I tasted her. I'd wanted to do this, but always Emmett fouled it for me. She'd cleaned, I could tell, and I wasn't about to miss the opportunity again. Her breath came in a rush, and I saw her head fall back again, her arms shaking slightly.
"Should I wait?" I asked, praying she'd say no. I kept my mouth to her, my tongue lapping lightly, trying to pull more flavor from her.
"Oh, God," she murmured before falling back to the table. "You boys... I haven't... I'll lose my mind yet to one of you."
I smiled. "I hope it's me."
I licked up the slit, flicking my tongue over the bud that made her twitch. I looked, but could only see her heaving breasts, her head nearly hanging off the other end of the table. That wouldn't do.
Running my tongue once more over her, I jumped up and ran into the bathroom, returning with two of the towels.
"Am I making that much of a mess?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I can't see you."
"You can see all of me, Edward," she complained, rising to her elbows again. I took the opportunity to fold and wedge the towels behind her, propping her up.
"Lie back," I told her softly, and she did with a small smile, shifting to burrow into the fabric. Now her face appeared just between the peaks from my vantage point. "Yes, perfect. You're sure you don't mind?"
Her eyebrows shot up and a strangled sound came from her throat. "I don't think you have any idea how much I don't mind, Edward. My husband never made me feel half so good in the years I had him. No one has ever taken so much concern for how I enjoyed..." She cut off shaking her head. "I wish I could keep you. I wish I could let you fall in love with me and share this tiny place."
She swung her legs to the side, sitting up, and then leaning down over me. Tears seemed to glisten in her eyes as she bent down to kiss me, ever so gently. "Your wife is going to be the luckiest woman on earth," she vowed.
"Is there any real reason that couldn't be you?" I asked. I wasn't pledging my troth—I hadn't really thought as far as that—but I had considered the repercussions to myself, and they seemed small and fleeting. An older wife might lead to some odd glances in a new town, but likely no more than that.
"Yes, Edward, there is. You are leaving, and I am not." Her warm eyes continued to hold mine. "This is my home, and I don't plan on giving it up at a whim. I may not have much, but some small dignity remains to me, and small property." Her eyes flitted around the room with another smile.
I nodded, my nose brushing hers as I did. "I wouldn't think to ask you to. Let's not rule that out though, if you don't mind." I took her hand, lacing my fingers among hers, kissing knuckles, then wrist, then elbow. She giggled and the sound made my heart jump. So young and free, so much lighter than her normal chuckle. "A part of me will always be yours, Esme."
She hopped down from the table. "Edward," she began, setting herself in my lap and wrapping her arms around me, "I will be glad to see you happily married, whoever she may be. My hold on you will be smaller than you think, but I will be happy to keep it." Ruffling my hair, her lips closed on mine again.
There was a knock at the back door, making Esme pull back in confusion. She looked to the doorway just as heavy feet padded in.
"Mom said to bring you home," Emmett said sulkily. "I tried to tell her you were fine and would find yourself something to eat, but she insisted I scour town for you." He hung his head. "Sorry to burst in on you, Esme."
She alighted from me and patted Emmett's cheek. "You are a good boy, obeying your mama. Now you just go home and tell her where you found Edward, if not what state I'm in, and tell her I asked him to stay for dinner. I asked you to stay, too, but someone had to come home to tell her where the other was. Got that?"
Emmett smiled a little. "Only if I get to come over for dinner tomorrow night," he said, grinning. "Why should he get all the attention?"
I groaned, but Esme just chuckled. "Fair enough. Now run along before she frets any more than she already has."
He kissed her once, but made it last a full minute, his hands holding and lifting her against him. "I look forward to tomorrow." He left wearing the same grin.
She shook her head a little. Turning to me, she started. "I didn't even ask, Edward. Would you rather have gone? You still can, of course."
I crossed the kitchen to her in two strides and silenced her with my lips. "There is nowhere I would rather be right now. Unless, perhaps, it were somewhere you were more comfortable?" I asked.
She grinned back at me and led me up the stairs. "I think there might be."
A/N: Yes, Esme makes Edward more comfortable once they're upstairs... He does finally get off. Poor guy, how blue were those balls? I didn't want to make this piece too much longer though, and well, I might just write that part later for another SML, or fandom charity, or whatever.
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