Bobby Meets His Match- Chapter 25
Sorry, I noticed it has been TWO YEARS since I worked on this. All I can say in my defense is time got away from me? But I have always planned to finish this story. This chapter is a short one, to transition and get back into the groove. I promise to post again more regularly.
I hope I haven't lost my mojo. Please leave feedback, as I love it. Bobby isn't mine, but Cathy is. Cathy smiled as she put the finishing touches on her outfit for the evening. She was wearing a sexy, long sleeved, gauzy white top with a princess neckline that just showed a small hint of her breasts, and a short midthigh black skirt and four inch black peep toe heels that gave the illusion that her shapely legs were a mile long. A screaming red toenail polished with "Siren" that Bobby especially liked peeked out of the peep toe of her shoes. She never thought that her legs were that sexy, but Bobby absolutely loved her legs. He also loved when she wore a short skirt, not just because of her legs, but because it gave him, " easy access" as he called it. Bobby was sweet, but he was still such a guy. The outfit was sexy, flirty, and could go from casual to more formal easily, which was good, since she had no idea where they were going.
Bobby had called her this afternoon, telling her he had a surprise for her for their date tonight, something she would really love. Despite her prodding, he had refused to tell her what, or even give her hints, he had just told her he loved her and would see her later. She figured it was his way of making it up to her for the slight distance between them lately.
Not that they had fought, because they hadn't. In fact, Bobby had been sweet and loving as always. She put the finishing touches on her "smokey eyes" eye makeup that had taken her forever to do. Bobby always told her she was beautiful without " all that stuff" but she wanted to be so sexy she drove him out of his mind tonight. Then, maybe he would tell her what was going on, why he had been so "intense" lately. She chuckled to herself. Well, Bobby was always intense, and had become even more overprotective since he had rescued her from 's just how Bobby was- intense about caring for the people he loved. But the past few weeks, it had been beyond intense. It was like a little bit of a distance, he seemed distracted, like something was bothering him and he refused to tell her what it was. He was quieter even than usual. He denied anything was wrong but when she pressed, he said it was "nothing for her to worry about " and then distracted her with incredible sex.
She felt her self almost tingle at the thought of how amazing the sex had been. Bobby was a great lover, he knew exactly how to drive her insane with his hands and his incredible mouth. The sex lately had become intense too, not that she minded. Several times, Bobby had come over and kissed her ravenously almost before he had even gotten through the door; and had her up against the wall , those huge arm muscles holding her against him and and pounding into her even before she could finish saying hello. The sex had been aggressive and rough, and so intense and passionate that they hadn't even thought about protection and the "bare" orgasms had been one of the most powerful of her life. The intensity of it scared her a little. No, Bobby never hurt her, nor was she afraid he would. Well, not really afraid. Even during rough sex, Bobby was careful of her, putting his arms between her head and the wall, asking if she liked what he was doing and backing off if he thought even the tiniest sound escaping from her lips indicated pain. No, what she was scared of was what was going on inside of Bobby; what it was that he was shielding her from, that he could only trust himself to release through intense sex. After the rough sex and powerful orgasms had subsided, he would pull her head onto his chest and stroke her hair while she fell asleep cradled against his chest. He would just lie there all night, hardly sleeping at all, just softly stroking her while she slept.
She had been so pleased a few weeks ago when Bobby had tried to please her by going to a therapist to talk about his dreams. She had no idea if he had since, or if the dreams had come back, and she didn't want to push him on it. Something was bothering him, she just had to hope he would eventually let her into his mind the way he had let her into his heart.
Bobby rang the doorbell with a sense of anticipation- and dread. The anticipation was what he always felt from seeing Cathy. The dread because he was going to have to spend all evening in this fucking tie. He NEVER wore a tie. N-E-V-E-R. But when Steph had " accidentally" eavesdropped on his conversation with Lester and heard him talk about commencing his plan to make it up to Cathy for his recent distractedness, she had insisted that for such a great evening, Bobby had to wear a tie. She had even picked it out to go with the ONLY suit he owned. Steph had beamed as she tied the constricting fabric around his neck. " oh, be still, my heart," Steph said, "teasing him. Cathy will melt when she sees how sexy you look. You all won't make it to the theater cause she is gonna jump you in this."
" You got tickets to the theater- A MUSICAL" Les had almost shouted the word as if horrified. Then he laughed, ' you are so fucking pussy-whipped."
"I am not," was all Bobby could think of to say. Great. Now he had regressed to a damn five year old. He was, in fact, pussy –whipped, in a way. In the way that he loved Cathy, she was the best thing that had ever happened to him, she had tolerated him almost killing her, but the fact was, he couldn't do the one thing she really wanted him to..
Since that one session with the fucking shrink, Bobby was afraid his worst fears were coming true. He sure as hell hadn't been himself since that damn session with the therapist had made his mind go places he didn't want it to. He had the damn dreams all the time now, and sometimes it interfered in his waking thoughts, everyday events triggering memories. He knew he was fucked no matter what he did. If he refused to go back to therapy, he might lose her. But if he WENT again, well, once that shit form the past started to come out, he wasn't sure he could control it, keep it from overtaking his sanity.
He knew she was still trying to come to grips with his way of life. She was trying to accept him as fucked up as he was. But if this, overwhelmed him…Then he would lose her. So he had tried to avoid it, but he knew Cathy sensed he was hiding it from her. He wanted to make it up to her for being so distant lately. He was terrified of losing her, but NOT going to let that ugly shit anywhere near her.
So he had spent an ungodly sum of money doing something that she would really love- and he would –endure. She had wanted to see Wicked again , and had been talking about it for weeks. He hoped taking her to see it- in the orchestra section no less. If him suffering through two and a half hours of a musical being caged in by a tie, would make her forgive him for being so distant, then he'd gladly do it. He straightened the fucking noose around his neck and rang the doorbell.
He felt his breath catch as the door opened and he saw her. She looked so fucking sexy and perfect. She was so gorgeous but he was almost afraid to touch her and kiss her when she was all made up like that. Afraid he'd smudge her. Not that he wouldn't love to smudge her. She was sexiest to him when she was all rumpled, her lipstick all kissed off, her eye makeup smudged from his loving. He kissed her hard, tempted to smudge her right then, but he didn't want to ruin his surprise. He whipped the tickets out of his coat pocket, and held them up to her face so she could see the name.
She squealed and her face lit up. " Bobby, WICKED!" she yelled and jumped up to hug and kiss him. He felt some of his tension ease. If she was happy with tonight, sitting through this mind numbing show getting strangled would be completely worth it.