For her birthday Shay wants to visit her parents, Kent is gets more insight into her past. A time of forgiveness.
Early in February at family dinner Kent asked Shay what she wanted to do for her birthday. Without hesitation she suggested,
“I’d like to see my mamma.” Kent said,
“We’ll fly her up!” Then looked at his father for approval. William nodded, but Shay shook her head,
“No, I don’t thing she’ll fly. She’s never been much further than Fayetteville.”
“I could send a car for her. Curtis is from down that way.”
“That would be great. I’d like to take the ride. I wouldn’t mind seeing my home.” William nodded.
“I understand.” Kent looked concerned. Shay looked at him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. And you have school.” William seemed satisfied,
“That settles it. I’ll speak to Curtis. He can have some paid vacation.”
The break around President’s Day gave Shay a few days for a quick visit. Her mother had been unsure about leaving home.
“Mamma, I want to show you I’m safe and happy.”
“Your father will be alone.”
“He’ll manage.”
“It would mean much to me if you reconciled. Or tried.” Shay tapped her foot and counted to herself.
“We’ll see.”
Shay was waiting with her bag. Nice, but not flashy clothes. Still she wore her earrings. Despite what she’d said to Kent previously, she treasured them as a symbol of a new stage in their relationship. Tested, but survived. Curtis opened the back door. Shay tossed in her bag then walked around to the front passenger door. At Curtis’ confused look Shay waved at him,
“I am not sitting in back all the way to North Carolina with you driving. Please take off the cap, I’m sitting up here and we’re driving home as friends.” Curtis shook his head and got in behind the wheel.
“You’re one of a kind Miss Shay.”
“Just Shay please.”
They drove for hours telling stories of the country folk they’d known. Shay tentatively asked what it had been like, back then.
“It was mostly before my time, but my parents told me. They made sure I knew. It’s the only thing that makes me sad about going home, the remembering. You grew up down there, how come you have none of that?”
“I don’t know. It never meant any difference to me. People are people.”
“Something special about you.”
“I hope. But I just try to be the best me I can be.”
“You’re doing a good job of it young lady.” When they stopped for a break Shay insisted on driving for awhile. “I don’t ever let anyone drive my car.”
“I could use the practice. It’s been awhile with you carting me all over. And you deserve a rest.” He looked at her doubtfully. She stared him down.
“OK. Shoulda known. You bend those Fraziers to your will, what chance do I have?” Shay laughed and got behind the wheel.
“This is a lot fancier than my Dad’s old Dodge. Where’s the key go?”
“Just press the button. I’ll have you know I’m not a good passenger.”
“Fair enough, I’m not a good driver.” Curtis gave her a couple hours before insisting she pull into a rest area.
“Thanks Curtis, that was fun.”
“Fun you call it. I aged 5 years.” They were off the highway and pulling into Grantham just as it got dark.
“Just drop me off at the house and you get on to Fayetteville.”
“Thank you. Just call me when you’re ready to leave. You say 3 days?”
“If all goes well.” Curtis pulled away as Shay stood by the side of her street feeling as though she’d been dropped in a different world. Her mother came to the door, then hurried to greet her,
“My baby, you’re home. My prayers have been answered. Come inside, I made some of your favorites.”
“Hi Mamma, it’s nice to be home.” When they walked inside Shay looked around at the familiar little house. Shay put down the packages she’d brought. Her mother stood back and looked her over.
“You look grown up. Oh let me see, are those…diamonds?” Shay turned her head letting the light catch the earrings.
“From Kent, for Christmas.”
“I can’t imagine how much.”
“Don’t even try to imagine. You’ll see.”
“That story in the paper said he’s rich.”
“Stupid rich Mamma. Like you see on the TV shows.”
“And all those movie stars and there I see my baby mixed with them. And look at you, so pretty and healthy.” From the other room walking towards them,
“So the runaway decides to grace us with a visit. You just run and leave people flappin their gums.”
“Hello Daddy.”
“You too high and mighty to give yer Daddy a hug?”
“I think a hello will do.” He sat with a huff and stared at Shay.
“So how did you from little shithole NC come to get in with the rich folk?”
“Francis, be nice. Shay’s come to visit. She found her place. I always knew she was too pretty for poor little Grantham.”
“I’m going to college mamma. Mr. Frazier, William, says I’m smart enough to go to a big school in Boston when Kent goes to Harvard.”
“Harvard?”
“Yes, he’s rich, but also handsome and intelligent and he’s very nice to me.” He father grumped again,
“I can imagine why.”
“Francis!”
“Think what you want Daddy. His family may have some airs and such but they are kind to me.” Shay’s mother took her hand,
“Well I want to hear all about it.”
“OK, but first I brought a few things.” Shay knew better than to bring anything too expensive, but even good Levis cost a fortune in Manhattan. “Some jeans for Daddy. And new dresses for Mom.” Her father scowled,
“They buy these for you to bring?”
“No, I have a job. I’m the hostess as a nice Italian restaurant near where I live.”
“Where you live?” Her mother asked, “It does pain me some that you’re up there living in sin with that boy.”
“I have my own apartment. But yes, Kent visits. Mamma, what Kent and I do ain’t no sin. It’s beautiful.”
Her father snickered. “Now Daddy you just stop. I’m telling you and you too Mamma. I came here in a forgiving mood. Please help me do that. I love you both.”
Her parents looked at each other. Her mother stood by Shay and hugged her.
“If you’ll forgive us. We can be happy. Right Francis?” He nodded. Shay hugged her mother, then walked to her father and gave him a hug. He sat with his arms at his sides.
“Hug me back Daddy?” He did, tentatively.
“Thank you Shay.”
They talked long into the night. Shay told her mother all the places she’d show her and stories about how the other half live.
“How did you fit in? You didn’t get any formal trainin’ or nothing here.”
Shay was a little embarrassed to say, “It kinda helps if you’re pretty. So I’m just lucky there.”
“And where did you meet Kent?” Oh boy. Shay thought and came up with an honest enough answer,
“At a party. He picked me up when I was at my lowest. He said I didn’t ever have to be down again. I was lucky that the man who fell for me happened to also be wealthy.”
“And he treats you nice?”
“I had to straighten him out a little, but he respects me and cares about me. He told me he loved me.”
“Oh my lord. You’re so young.”
“No, anything like that would be aways off. He needs to finish school and college and law school.” Shay’s father had gone to bed.
“So you’ve had, relations?”
“Mamma, of course we have. It’s so wonderful. Sometimes morning, noon and night.”
“That may be more than I need to know, but I’m happy. I’ve heard that some things what happen with younger women, it scars them and they can’t.”
“Oh no worries. Kent has washed away any scars. A good friend has told me to put bad things behind me and only see what’s ahead.”
“A good friend?”
“He’s very wise. You’ll meet him. He’s driving us to New York.”
“You have a driver?”
“He works for William. He’s from Fayetteville. He drives and give me advice and protection from crowds. He’s a lovely man.”
“So many interesting people.”
“Don’t let me fool you. You need to watch yourself. It’s not like a small town where people look out for each other. You saw how those newspaper people look to make up stories. Mostly nonsense.” They went to bed. Shay smiled as she looked around her old bedroom, nothing had changed.
The next day Shay walked the couple of blocks to what passed for downtown. She stopped in at the Gazette to thank Fred Kirk for writing so nicely about her. Then she sat and gossiped with Betty Langston for awhile telling her all about the wild New York clubs. Passing the feed store she heard a man who was sitting on the porch run inside, “Holy shit boys, Shay Benson is walking down the street right outside.” There was suddenly a crowd.
“Shay, come say hello. Tell us about New York. Are you really rich now?” She turned and walked towards them. 8 months ago she was one of them. Killing time, letting life pass them by. One of the guys, Leonard Palmer if she remembered correctly asked,
“Billy over there says he’s been with you. Is that true?” Billy looked mortified. Shay smiled at him,
“Billy should have better manners than to tell secrets.” She left it at that, think of it what they would. Shay stopped to see some girls she did consider friends. Despite not wanting to appear that she thought she was better than them, it was awkward. These girls, her age were acting like she was a celebrity, just because she’d been in a New York paper. She showed them a photo of her and Kent on her phone,
“Dang, he’s cute and he’s rich? Is there anything where he’s missing?” Shay hesitated as if thinking,
“No, he’s perfect everywhere.” The girls laughed and peppered her with questions. She assured them that it was very difficult when she got there and she was close to giving up in only a short while when she ran into Kent. I was this close to being back here with my tail between by legs.”
“Instead she has Kent between her legs!” The girls were as bad as the guys. Shay accepted all the teasing. The next day Shay and her mother drove around the area visiting various aunts and uncles. It was more of the same and she was ready to go back. She called Curtis and arranged for him to pick them up the next morning. When morning rolled around he pulled up cap in place, back door opened. When Shay scrunched her eyebrows at him he replied,
“I don’t mind. We’ll give your mamma the first class treatment.”
“Curtis, you’re an angel.”
“Mamma, this is my dear friend Curtis.”
“Hello Curtis, Shay says such nice things about you.”
“Thank you ma’am. A mighty fine daughter you’ve raised. She gives them rich folk some wherefore and some schooling on manners.” Shay’s father appeared in the doorway.
“Curtis, my father, Francis.” Francis looked at Curtis.
“I hear tell you protect my girl from those pushy photographer people. I thank you kindly.” Curtis tipped his cap,
“All part of the job, but a particular pleasure in this case.”
On the drive Curtis explained to Shay’s mother how Shay had talked the Frazier’s into a Christmas dinner for the help, with the rich folk serving.
“That’s why I needed your recipe.”
“Oh, Mrs. Benson, I haven’t had real greens like that in many years. It was a special treat and Shay made them herself.”
“Please call me Lillian. It’s so nice to hear people speak well of your girl.”
“You won’t find anyone to speak anything but highly of Shay. If they ain’t saying how pretty she is, it’s about her manners and kindness.”
“Curtis, you make me blush.” He winked at her in the rearview mirror.
“All well earned and all true.” Lillian patted her daughter’s hand. Had it really been just 8 months since her rebellious teen left home suddenly. And now almost 19 and seemingly much older. Curtis dropped them off at her apartment. Lillian’s head had been spinning trying to see everything. Now getting out on the quieter side street she asked her daughter,
“How do you get around here, it’s so crowded?”
“The streets and avenues are mostly numbered, but if I need help, Curtis takes me.” They entered the building and Shay pressed the elevator button.
“Oh an elevator for a few floors?” When it opened onto the foyer Lillian stopped. “You have the whole floor?”
“Yes, come on I’ll show you.” When they got into the apartment they were greeted by a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne on ice. The note said simply. ‘Missed you. K.’
“Well isn’t that sweet.” Then she looked around. “Oh my lord, this is all yours?”
“Yes Mamma, come look at the rest.”
“How can they just. I supposed I’ll never understand.”
“Mamma, it was sitting empty. William was happy to have someone using it.” Now down here,
“Look at the size of that bed. Are you really staying here alone?”
“Most nights. Kent has school. Sometimes he stays here and sometimes I stay at their apartment, or house.”
“And his father is fine with this arrangement?”
“It’s New York. You may want to leave some of these details out when you tell the home folk about it.”
Lillian sat on the sofa while Shay poured champagne.
“This is so comfortable. This place is so big and airy.”
“You should see where Kent lives.”
“And here I was worrying about you.”
“Well you had reason to. Until I met Kent. Up until the exact moment he asked me to take a walk with him I did things to get buy that I’m too embarrassed to admit. My things were stolen, I did what I had to to live.”
“Oh my baby, you were?”
“No, close but no. Still, men see someone in need and take advantage.” Shay looked at the flowers, thought of Kent, then thought maybe she’d been too harsh. He’d made a mistake. How many had she made? Different kinds, but still. “He told me..you won’t need to do anything you don’t want to. Then Curtis told me to leave the bad behind me. And here I am. Looking forward.”
“Bless you.”
“Mamma, can I ask a personal question?”
“If you must.”
“Do you and Daddy have a lot of debt?”
“I do our finances so I know. Your Daddy don’t drink it away like some, but he’s never been the best farmer or financial expert. The house has two mortgages on it and all the big equipment is on lease. I think we own the car outright. And most of the pickup. Why surely you don’t mean to, your Daddy won’t take charity from rich folk.”
“What’s the number do you think?”
“To put us even? $75000 maybe a bit more. That’s a whole lot of money.”
“Mr. Frazier spent twice that on a car for Kent’s birthday.”
“You can’t possibly ask.”
“I wanted to know, because asking is exactly what I might do.”
When Shay introduced her mother to Kent the next day, he was as charming and cordial as she could have hoped. Over dinner at Scarpini’s where Lorenzo gushed over Shay’s way with the customers, Kent listened intently and answered Lillian’s questions about New York and his family. When Lillian excused herself Shay turned to Kent,
“When my mother goes to bed, I’m going to tell her we’re going to visit a friend. If you don’t have a room for us somehere I’m going to fuck you on 5th avenue.”
“I’m tempted to have you try.”
“Don’t test me boy. I’m in desperate need of some, as my mother put it, relations.”
By the time they finished dinner and got back to the apartment Lillian was ready to turn in.
“Sleep in the bedroom, mamma. Kent and I need to run out and see a friend. I’ll be back later.” Lillian had seen the way they were devouring each other with their eyes. Ah youth.
“Don’t hurry on my account. I’ll see you in the morning.” Shay ran downstairs and followed Kent towards a
small boutique hotel.
“All I could find on short notice.”
“We could have used the car for all I cared.”
“Or 5th avenue?”
It wasn’t 5th, but it wasn’t far. Shay pushed Kent into a small nook in the bricks of a building. Her kisses stole his breath, his eyes went wide when he felt her hand on his rising cock. She put his hand on her breast. Kissing him, stroking him through his pants. Kent shivered from the excitement, his eyes scanned the street. Shay was undoing his pants.
“I believe you, now let’s get to the hotel.” Shay stood and let him adjust himself. They skipped the elevator and ran up the stairs to the third floor. Breathless they burst through the door falling over each other to get to the small bed in the small room. They were frantic in their stripping and frantic in their kissing and quick and forceful in their fucking, making up for the days apart. Shay meant to apologize because she’d started to grow back in. Kent didn’t care, his cock was thrusting where is was warm and wet and soft. Kent kept his hips moving, Shay was all about kissing Kent and feeling him inside her. His explosion caught her off guard,
“Shit, that’s what I get for not rubbing one out.” Shay kissed him some more.
“Love, you didn’t take care of yourself?”
“No, I wanted to wait for you.”
“That’s so sweet, but don’t hurt yourself. I suppose you’ll have enough for another?” His mouth was busy sucking at her breasts. He dreamed of them which had only made his condition worse. Before she knew it he was licking her clean and driving her to a shivering orgasm. What had been a one time test had become a regular routine, much to Shay’s pleasure. By the same token, when the mood was right she greedily sucked his cock straight from her pussy. They had no barriers when together. When they rested, noting it had only been an hour since they had arrived Kent idly traced lines on Shay,
“Your mother seems nice. I can see why you are.”
“She hasn’t had it easy. My parents seem older but I think they’re about the same age as your father. Maybe younger. They only had me, maybe there was a miscarriage. It made my mother withdrawn for so long. Probably why Daddy turned to..” She stopped.
“You?”
“Yes. I keep promising myself I would put it all in the past. I wish I could help them have an easier life.”
“We could help.”
“No, not we. I need to speak to your father. Everything’s relative. It’s a fortune to them, nothing for you, but I can’t think that way.”
“What was it like? Going back home.”
“Oh I just fucked all my old boyfriends, nothing much.”
“I’d deserve it.”
“Stop, this is my forgiving week. I was teasing. It looked the same but they looked at me differently. Like I was a celebrity come to visit their town. I’d been in the damn news in New York and all. A little depressing. That could have been me working at the newspaper or the hair salon. Except I had no drive to do anything there.”
“You’re wrong you know. Those people are looking to succeed in that small town. You said fuck it, hit the road and took on New York Fucking City. And won.” Shay rolled over on to Kent. Reached down and found what she wanted.
“Because a knight in shining armor rode in at the right time.” Shay was moving herself on Kent feeling him slowly enter her as she rocked. “And he saved me and loved me.” Rocking in time. “And loves me in oh so many ways.” Rocking, rocking. “And he’s sweet and gets me flowers and treats me like a princess.” Rocking a little faster, savoring the cock she allowed to reach her depths. “And other times fucks me like the slut I’ll always be in bed for him.” She could feel him getting excited, his body tensing. “Fucking me so good, his hard cock stretching me, giving me soooo much pleasure.” He’d have blown by now if he hadn’t just a while ago. “Fuck me Kent, fill your little Shay with cum, I need your cum.” Kent couldn’t take any more, rolling them over, readjusting and pumping with abandon. Shay cried out, she begged him to fuck her, she demanded he fuck her. Then with a grunt he released what she wanted. “Ahh, I do believe you have satisfied your lady.” Shay always enjoyed the post sex cuddle. Kent was very good about holding her and he couldn’t keep his hands from her anyway.
In these quiet moments Shay had begun to dream of a career. And on rare occasions she dared think about being Shay Frazier, Mrs. Kent Frazier. She swore to herself it wasn’t the money. She loved this charming guy. Who was already back to flicking his tongue on her nipples. “Mmm, you’re relentless, and I love your for it.” Shay’s body called to Kent and every moment with her and her body was to be enjoyed. To Kent, if you had perfection stretched out alongside you how can you not enjoy it. It was funny, he could, or his Dad could by most anything. Expensive cars, houses, clothes. But if Dad had asked him what he wanted for his birthday and Kent had described Shay, his father could not have gone to a Porche dealer or Hublot or any clothing store and produced Shay. She had somehow risen from the clay of a poor town down south and stepped right fucking into his life. Kent too thought about tomorrow. He knew what he had to do, but could he keep Shay with him that long? This wasn’t somewhere North Carolina where you knocked up a cheerleader in high school and were stuck for life. He had responsibilities. Goals to reach. Expectations to fufill. Would she be content with being his girlfriend? For how long? He wanted her forever.
“Walk me back to my apartment?”
“So you can sleep on the sofa?”
“It’s appearances. Where Mamma comes from you need to keep up appearances. I go out with you but come home to sleep and that works. She knows. She’s not stupid. But she can live with what isn’t obvious.”
“Sure. Whatever works for you. Just know that I don’t give you up readily.”
“Fair enough and point taken.”
“Would you have? Right there on 63rd?”
“You’ll never know. Chicken.” Kent walked Shay back to the apartment. Took the ride on the elevator and waited while she put on pajamas. Then he tucked her in on the sofa and kissed her good night. In the morning Shay woke to the smell of fresh coffee.
“It took me awhile to figure this out but I think it’s ok. How was your friend?” Shay hesitated, shaking off the sleep.
“OK.”
“Fibber. You went and had some fun with your man.”
“And what if I did?”
“I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Now tell me about this William Frazier.” Shay explained that he was an attorney for the larget companies, for the biggest names in business. Best of the best.
“He’s grooming Kent to be the same.”
“And will he be?”
“He’s every bit as intelligent, but maybe a touch too sensitive, kind. I don’t know if he can be as ruthless.”
“He’s just a boy of 18.”
“True.”
“Have you seen this side of Mr. Frazier.”
“No. But if he’d sensed that I was taking advantage of Kent or in it for his money or anything like that, I’d have been out on my ass. Instantly.”
“He senses the good in you.”
“He can spot a phony a mile away. I never try to be fake. I think he likes me.”
“He must, look at all this.”
“Kent gave me this, then asked permission. But William got me a job and I have the best healthcare. That all affects Kent of course so he had incentive. He dotes on that boy and that I’m what Kent wants most of all is slightly frustrating for William because Kent found me on his own.”
“I hope I don’t embarrass you.”
“They’re very understanding. Just forgive them their ways when they talk about expensive things like it’s nothing.” Shay put on a snooty acccent, “OH shall we take the yacht to the Bahamas or Europe this year? Would you like the Mercedes or Porche for you birthday.” They both laughed, “They’re really nice but sometimes I think, do you HEAR yourselves?”
“And now you’re part of it.”
“Oh no, I’m still a guest.”
Shay took her mother shopping letting her see how the other half lived.
“What would I even do with such a dress?”
“Wear it to my birthday party at the Frazier’s.”
“He’s having a birthday party, for you?”
“It will be a small affair. I don’t really know anyone. A few of Kent’s goofy friends, William’s lady friend, she’s very nice, and I asked if Curtis could join us. William may invite a couple more people to fill out the table. They like to talk. It’s mostly boring business, but sometimes they are people from a museum and it’s very interesting.”
“Shay, I could cry with joy hearing you sound so sophisticated.”
“I try to be me and it seems to work.”
Curtis was there on time and as usual when it wasn’t Kent with Shay she had the divider down. Curtis and Lillian were going on again about old happenings around Fayetteville. As they left the city and rode up along the Hudson Lillian commented that is was quite pretty outside the city.
“Oh yes ma’am, all the way north of here are small towns and pretty lakes throughout the state.”
“Curtis, you’ve been up here awhile you say, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“What are my daughter’s prospects?”
“Oh ma’am with or without the Frazier’s your Shay has all the things to get ahead. She smart, she don’t take no hokum from anybody, she shows kindness to others and if I may say so without offending, she’s pretty as a spring day.” Shay covered her face,
“Curtis, you embarrass me.”
“Only speaking truth.”
“That gives me comfort. Thank you.”
When they approached the house Lillian commented on the beautiful entrance. Shay, a regular now,
“This is the back. You should see the front.”
“I feel like Scarlett on the steps of Tara.” William greeted them,
“Mrs. Benson, welcome to my home. And let me say we cherish your daughter here.”
“Oh thank you. And please call me Lillian.”
“If you will call me William.”
Lillian was introduced to the other guests which did include business associates. They had dinner and listened to live music then Kent asked for attention.
“We don’t do much exchanging of gifts on holidays, but father allowed an exception.” He handed a long thin box to Shay. “For the woman I love.” Shay was shaking as she lifted up the diamond necklace. When Kent fastened it behind her neck it lay perfectly on her chest. The lights of the chandelier threw endless darts of light. These weren’t the “modest” little diamond? of her earrings. These declared, I am a woman of means.
“Oh my god, Kent, it’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have but how can I not love it?” She threw her arms around him and gave a kiss that was likely not appropriate for the occasion. From behind she heard,
“Shay dear.” Mamma worrying about decorum. The tears of joy told Kent he had been right ignoring her earlier directions. The other guests came around to admire the fine jewelry. William seemed proud, telling Shay,
“He picked that himself. I sent him to my guy on 47th and he returned with that. Lily will be jealous.” Lily was listening nearby.
“Oh nonsense. There’s lots more about this girl to be jealous about. But come to think of it, my birthday is next month.” Shay was still sniffling when she reached her mother.
“You look amazing dear. Watching you move among these people. You’re so elegant.”
“Mamma, I’m still your Shay.” Kent was now by her side.
“Kent, thank you for treating my daughter like a princess.”
“Oh it’s my pleasure. It’s getting late. We have guest rooms if you’d like to stay.” Lillian looked at her daughter.
“Would that be alright? It’s so lovely here.”
“Yes and if it’s not too cold, coffee on the front terrance as the sun comes over the house is not to be missed.” Some of the guests were leaving. Lillian was shown to a bedroom where pajamas and a robe had been laid out. Kent followed Shay to his room. While Shay was in the bathroom he asked,
“You’re not mad?” His answer was Shay coming from the bathroom wearing only the diamond necklace.
“I checked in the mirror. It makes me feel like I’m sparkling like one of the diamonds.”
“It’s your birthday, do you have a fantasy I can fulfill?”
“Kent we’re long past fulfilling every possible fantasy or dream a girl from Grantham, North Carolina can have. Just make love to me. My body is yours.” It was quite awhile before Kent got past the foreplay and readied himself to couple with Shay. She’d been in turn, relaxed, excited, tense, and melting. Now she anticipated Kent entering her. The pressure, the push, the spreading wider, then working it’s way in until meeting the end. Holding himself there then the gentle dance of their bodies. Her nails dug into his back as feelings intensified, digging in, holding on, his cock working magic on her, drawing pleasure, gasps, cries, pleads. When Shay had received all she could want then the finale. Short, fast, building up, Kent needing it, feeling it course through his body to be shared with Shay, her body absorbing him, milking him, accepting him.
“Oh, that is so good every time.” She laughed and held him.
“You may need some first aid on your back. Or I can kiss them away.” He lay on his stomach and Shay attended to his back.
After a day of sightseeing Lillian was ready to return to NC.
“Mamma, we really need to get you on an airplane so you can visit more often.”
“I don’t know. I made it this long with my feet on God’s earth.” This time Kent was able to clear a couple of days at the beginning of the week. While he wanted to test out his Porche, Shay suggested something less sporty would go over better in Grantham. They were on the road early and with Kent and Shay taking turns they reached Grantham before dark. Parking in front of the house Kent carried Lillian’s bags inside. When Francis saw all she had he asked where that all came from.
“Your daughter is very nice to her mother. I have some things here for you too.”
“And are you another driver? You look young.”
“Daddy, this is Kent.”
“Hmm. Welcome. I understand you’re all looking after my girl.”
“Yes sir. We all think the world of Shay.” Lillian addressed her husband,
“Francis, you wouldn’t believe where Shay lives and her life there. Kent’s family are wonderful people.”
“I’ll say. Kent, Shay, we all need to talk. Lord girl what are you wearing?”
“My birthday present from Kent.” He stepped forward to take a closer look.
“That must cost more than I ever made in a year. Explains a lot.”
“What’s the matter Daddy?”
“Sit, all of you. Would you like a beer? Are you old enough to drink?”
“Water is fine.” Francis got himself a beer and water for the others.
“I got a call from the bank today. Seems my loans all of ’em been bought by a company. Something LLP or the like.” Shay narrowed her eyes and looked at Kent. He seemed to be surpressing a grin.
“Kent, did you? I told you I thought I should.”
“We’d met your mother and I asked father as one more birthday present. He was happy to agree.” Shay leapt up and hugged Kent. Francis demanded,
“Will someone tell me what’s going on. How am I to know who to pay?”
“You don’t need to pay anyone sir. My father’s company will write off the loans. You’re free and clear.”
Francis banged the table. “I never asked charity from no one. I pay my debts.” Kent looked concerned towards Shay. Lillian stepped in,
“Francis, I can explain better later. This isn’t charity, it’s goodwill because the Frazier’s care for Shay. They like to do nice things for people.”
“I, I can’t imagine. Everything. The house paid, the truck. Just like that. Like the lottery.”
“Yes, Francis, think about it like winning the lottery.” Shay laughed,
“That’s how I feel about the day I met Kent.” Her parents looked at the way Shay looked at Kent and could feel the happiness.
“If you’re doing this on behalf of Shay, then I accept. Now I might be able to get another car.” Shay decided to change subjects,
“Come on Kent. Come see where I grew up, you’ll think it’s a hoot.” Shay dragged him off to her bedroom. Francis looked at his wife,
“He planning on staying with her in there tonight?”
“They’re in love. You can’t separate them.”
“So you approve?”
“Of Kent? Of their arrangements? Of her living in New York?”
“All of it I think.”
“In total, yes. My upbringing doesn’t approve of them, you know, but that barn door’s been left open. I’ll ask her to respect our home and not DO anything while under our roof.”
“She lives with him?”
“No, she has her own beautiful apartment. Fanciest place I’d ever been until I went to Kent’s father’s house. But they spend a lot of time together.”
“Hmmf. Who’d a thunk. Our Shay.” In Shay’s bedroom Kent was having a laugh at the posters and the girlie colors. He gave her an evil grin.
“You ever had boys here?”
“No actually. There’s not much privacy around here and Mamma wouldn’t approve. I did all my misbehaving out behind the football field.” Now she returned his grin.
“So I guess I should find a hotel for tonight?”
“HA! In Grantham? No, you will be staying here. With me.”
“Kinda hot.”
“Keep it down, boy. Bet you a dollar Mamma requests no sinning in here.” His shoulders slumped but he smiled.
“We still have the ride home.” The evil grin returned. When they went back into the kitchen, right on cue, Lillian called her daughter aside. She got the expected request. Still being pressed together with Kent in the small bed where she’d dreamed her dreams would be oddly stimulating. So that’s how Shay slept at 19 years old, in the bed of her youth, with Kent Frazier’s semi hard cock pressed against the crack of her butt and one hand casually but strategically falling across her breast.
In the morning they went down to the diner for coffee, eggs and bacon. Kent commented that the food tasted fresher.
“They probably killed that hog about two miles from here yesterday. And the chickens those eggs come from are out back. I can’t say anything for the coffee.”
“Wow. It’s really good.” People were coming in and out of the diner. Mostly older folks who didn’t have much interest in the younger couple. Shay had worn a turtle neck sweater, thinking that flashing her necklace would be in bad taste. She assured Kent that she was wearing it and would as often as possible. When a young couple came in with a baby, Shay leaned over and said,
“Oh my god, that girl was in my class a couple years ago.” The couple were now staring at Shay and Kent. Soon more younger people arrived.
“I feel like I’m on display.”
“The Grantham paparazzi.” Shay tried not to laugh. One of the girls walked over.
“You’re Shay Benson?”
“Yes.”
“Kelly Mitchell. I was a year behind you in school.”
“OK, I don’t feel bad forgetting your name.”
“We were all talking over there. We saw you on the news with that guy…hey, you’re that guy!” Kent nodded. Shay added,
“Excuse my manners Kelly, yes this is my boyfriend Kent Frazier.”
“So it’s official? Wow. Hey we all wanted to say how brave you were to get out of this dump and go for it. So happy you found your man.”
“That’s so nice of you.” Shay waved to the small group. “I wasn’t sure how people would be, I mean, I’m still Shay from Grantham.”
“No, look at you so sophisticated and with such a cute guy. You are rich, right?” Kent shrugged his shoulders. “Modest too. Nice. OK good to see you safe trip back.” Shay looked at Kent, Kent looked at Shay.
“Is everyone so nice? No wonder you showed up with good will to spare.”
“Hardly, we can walk by the feed store to meet the other kind. Layabouts with comments for everyone who goes by.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“If you’re lucky you can meet my first.”
“OK, this I have to see.”
“He’s ok. Kinda quiet. Not the brightest light.”
“Why him?”
“I wanted to be done with it. I felt a little sorry for him. And rumor was he had a big cock.”
“Did he?”
“S’alright.” As promised the feed store was busy. The usual crew was commenting on the world.
“Hey guys, it’s Shay back again. Who’s the fancy boy?” Shay took Kent’s arm in hers.
“None of your business.”
“Hey is that the rich boy who bought your pussy? Rich boy, Billy over here says he got it free.” Before Shay could stop him Kent had crossed the street. Leonard stepped down off the porch to confront him. Leonard pushed Kent once, then with two jabs to the chin Leonard was on his back.
“Respect my girlfriend.” He pointed at Billy, “If you ever make mention of that rumor in public I will ruin you.” I will buy every companythat ever hires you, just so I can fire you. You keep all thoughts of Shay to yourself.” Billy nodded,
“No one believed me anyway.” Kent looked down at Leonard.
“If you’re going to push someone be ready for a response.”
“Kent, let’s get out of here. I’m ready to leave.” As they walked back to her house she asked,
“How did you learn to do that?”
“Dad thought I should know self defense. Curtis taught me. He used to be a boxer.”
“You are a never ending mystery to be solved.”
“You’re rather safe with Curtis and me.” They stayed with Lillian and Francis the night. Francis opened up a bit and maybe had a bit of a look of a man who’d had a burden lifted. That night Kent’s hand managed to slip inside Shay’s pajamas. His hand cupping her breast added to her feeling of safety and comfort. In the morning she woke to a very hard cock pressing against her. Whispering,
“My word, but that’s a monster.”
“Any cock worth it’s weight would be like this with your ass holding it all night.”
“Keep it together slugger. We’ll be home before long”
“It’s going to be a painful ride.”
“You wouldn’t be the first blow job I gave in a moving vehicle.”
“Is that a promise?”
“With or without tits out?”
“OK let’s hit the road.”
After the good-byes and promises of more visits, Kent and Shay were off. Shay suggested back roads for awhile before they got to the highway. Kent looked over at her with some anticipation. She looked at him from the corner of her eye,
“What?”
“I want you so bad.”
“Do you now?”
“It almost hurts.” Shay looked at where his cock was outlined in his pants.
“I see.” He waited. You never knew with Shay.
“About a half mile up there’s going to be a run down barn and a small road, make a right.” Kent did as asked, using his free hand to adjust himself. Shay was not helping as she’d unbuttoned the top of her blouse. The white swell of her breasts now visible anytime he dared take his eyes off the road, which was pitted enough to have her tits bouncing in the nicest way. “You hit another pothole like that and I’m gonna cum from the vibrations. OK one more right up ahead.” They were now well off the main road. “OK stop here.” Shay hopped out of the car. Kent followed wondering just where they were. “It’s up ahead.” They came to a clearing and a decent sized pond. “The swimming hole.”
“This is where you came to swim?”
“Uh huh. And when you got old enough you got invited to the skinny dippin'”
“Really?”
“Yep. I saw a lot of naked people here. I felt so free.”
“This why you’re some comfortable naked?”
“I suppose. I mean it was embarrassing for your Dad to see me, but because he was your Dad, not because he saw me naked. You understand what I mean?”
“I think I understand. I can’t imagine what all went on here.”
“Oh sure you can.”
“You?”
“Jealous?”
“No, kind of turned on a little.”
“Not too much. I really didn’t fuck everyone back home. I may have given some bjs.” Shay looked at Kent. She was naked and pulling at his clothes almost before she realized what she was doing. She pulled him down to the grass and rode him under the morning sun. Kent smiled at her passion and watched the sunlight shine off her necklace. When he came she laid on him to feel the warmth of his body.
“Sex outside is pretty cool.”
“And always the chance of getting caught.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She leaned up on her hands.
“Yes, maybe.”
“An exhibitionist.” She shrugged.
“Maybe, a little.” He looked at her.
“Tell me. You’re thinking of something.” Shay sat back on Kent. He sighed as he watched her breasts shift and settle.
“OK. Don’t laugh or be horrified. Remember, you asked if I had a fantasy?”
“You said we’d done them all.”
“Well, maybe. I’ve wondered what it would be like to be watched. Like by a few people. They’re all dressed and I’m naked and having sex and they watch like it’s a show.”
“Wow. If you want another…I owe you.”
“No, you’re missing the point. I don’t want another man, ever. Just you.”
“I don’t think I could, I mean, what if it like, didn’t work.”
“Stage fright?”
“Yeah, your parts are guaranteed to work.” They were dressed and walking back to the car. “So if not me. I mean, forget everything else, I mean, I would be ok, if for something like this, a fantasy, if you.” They were in the car starting back down the path. Shay fell the fulfillment of having received Kent’s inside her. She sat back, a smile on her face. Wondering if it would be amusing to play along. It was a long ride.
“OK.”
“OK? You’d do it.”
“Sure. In front of all your friends. Tell them to bring friends too.”
“And who should I get?” Jeez he really would do anything for her. Amusing.
“Someone about 6-2, muscular. Big cock of course. Then you can sit with your friends and watch this stud take me. Peter will be ogling his tight ass, the others will watch his cock split me in two. I’ll scream in orgasmic bliss getting fucked like never before.”
“Hey, don’t I…satisfy you?” Shay smiled, then looked over at Kent. “You’re fucking with me. Yes, you are straight fucking with my head.”
“Pretty sharp Harvard boy.” Now Kent laughed out loud.
“You totally got me.”
“Yep. It’s you or no one. Maybe Maria.”
‘Oooooh, not THAT would be hot. Now you’re not kidding.”
“It wouldn’t be a fuck show like with a guy. It would be slow, sensual. Like an art exhibit you walk around and admire while sipping champagne and eating caviar.”
“Wow, that would be an original party. The guys would freak out.”
“It can’t be just Charles, James, Peter and Henry. They, uh, been there, done it, got the tee shirt.” Kent laughed at how she could joke about such things. “They have to bring dates so they’re not all talking about past times. And there should be people I don’t know, for the thrill I’m looking for.”
“And they’d have to be people I can trust completely. Because this would get the gossips going. You’re really serious now?”
“90%. I may chicken out yet. Would Maria do it?”
“If it was you, and definitely no guys touching her. A better than even shot.” They drove in silence for while. Shay was thinking about being naked, on display like a live museum statue. She admitted to herself that she was too prideful about her appearance and the compliments she often got, but that was her failing. For now, she had a look people liked and she didn’t mind sharing looks. She had another thought.
“Kent, if this is maybe something that bothers you at all or could cause trouble, we could take that vacation you mentioned and go somewhere where they have nude beaches. I could get all my exhibitionist needs that way.”
“I will narrow down vacation possibilities to countries that have nude beaches.” He was quiet again for a bit. “But an elegant party, maybe 10 guests, with you and Maria at the center of the room? It would be one of a kind and would enhance my reputation for unique parties.”
“Like that last one?”
“Believe me, it was great for the guys…”
“I’m SURE it was.” He smiled,
“And became more memorable when you had me fall completely for you.”
“Unintended consequences. I’m still shocked that hasn’t gotten out.”
“I’m sure some others must know, but our type can be as closed mouthed as your little towns.” Shay looked over at Kent.
“You ever get a blow job while driving?”
“Hah, NO.”
“Want one?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Stay on this smaller road. And pay attention to the driving. You crash into something, I’m liable to bite your dick off. Explain THAT to Daddy.” Shay waited until there wasn’t much traffic, then fished his cock out of his pants.
“I can’t believe I’m driving with my cock out.”
“I’m sure it’s illegal in most states. So is this.” Shay loosened her seatbelt and leaned over sucking Kent’s cock head into her mouth.
“You didn’t ask tits out or not.” Shay popped up. Her shirt was off and she was back on his cock. “I guess you assumed my answer.”
“MMM HMM.” The humming on his cock made him gasp. “The road. And DON’T close your eyes.” She could feel the car speed up and slow down. “Steady.” Then back to bobbing. As the road got more congested Kent had to concentrate which only held off the eventual. Sure, Shay thought, now he has stamina for ages. Kent was trying not to catch any of the traffic but of course a large truck pull up alongside. The driver yelled out the window.
“Hot damn. You go girl. She got her shirt off too?” Kent just smiled at him. Then with a jerk he filled Shay’s mouth. She swallowed it all, sat up and looked at the drive, licking her lips. “Wow, nice tits.”
“Thanks.”
“Mind if I look for a bit?”
“Yeah if you’re doing what I think you’re doing with the other hand.”
“Caught me.” He honked his horn and drove off. Shay found her shirt and put it back on.
“He was jerking off looking at you.”
“I would think yes. Can you drive with your left hand?”
“Yeah of course.”
“Then put your right hand to good use.” Shay shifted in her seat and loosened her pants. They drove for a good while with Kent’s fingers rubbing Shay to a pleasant place. The rest of the ride was not nearly as interesting as they got on 95 and sped towards home. For Shay the only bad thing about Kent coming on the trip was the hot mad passionate, welcome home sex. Still any sex with Kent was great.
They got home to Shay’s apartment, showered then settled in for some naked fun. Shay was surprised when Kent blurted out,
“Hey can I take a video of you? Then we can watch it on the TV?” Shay wondered if he had been thinking about this for some of the ride. Also, not exactly up on all the technology she wanted to be sure,
“You’ll take it with your phone?”
“I really wish I could go get a video camera. But yes, on the phone, then connect to the TV and boom, homemade sex tapes.”
“Oh so you’ll be on it with me?”
“Hmm, um.”
“Your cock is very nice, I don’t know why you worry. And you whipped it out fast enough in front of Lily.”
“That was different. Kind of a kinky thill there.” She laughed at him.
“You men. Your minds are so weird. So no one else can see this?”
You want to do live sex, but you’re afraid of this?”
“That reminds me. If we do the party, you’ll collect the phones at the door. I didn’t know better last time and got lucky.”
“Yeah, the guys felt stupid afterwards not thinking of filming it.”
“So?”
“OK. I pan around get some good shots of your amazing body then I’ll prop up the phone and join you.”
“I kind of like it. I just don’t want pervs in Grantham to find me on one of those websites, Amateur Sluts or something.”
“Trust me.”
“Yeah, that’s gotten me a few mouthsful.” He wasn’t always sure when she was kidding.” He took out his phone.
“Stretch out on the sofa. Face, god you’re so beautiful, then down your body, then roll onto your stomach to get your ass and back up to a sexy smile. Ok?”
“Sure. I can do that.” As Kent panned the camera down the cameras focus reminded him at each moment how lucky he was. The eyes, the smile, the pretty face, oh jeez those tits. Some guys preferred big ones, but these were perfect for him, her stomach so flat, her hips just right, long legs and now, mmm the curve of her ass, smooth skin up, dark blond hair, and her head turned a little her expression suggesting sex. He propped up the phone then went to sit by Shay. She crawled to him, her tits, hanging as she took his cock in hand, He brushed her hair back as she licked his cock. He closed his eyes as she took him inch by inch. When he was in her throat he put his hand on her silky hair and held her gently as he let his cock throb in her mouth. When Shay felt his cock thicken she backed off and turned onto her back. Kent had seen enough porn, he knelt above her head, Stoking his cock, her mouth open and tongue out. He took a deep breath and began pumping cum on Shay’s face, in her mouth, and out onto her tits. When he was drained he let his cock dangle for her to suck clean. Kent sat back and Shay smiled, licking cum, for the camera. Kent jumped up and turned off the video. Then got a washcloth for Shay. She laughed at herself.
“I don’t know why guys love that.”
“Oh sorry, I thought..”
“Oh no worries, you can spurt on me anytime. I don’t mind. I’m just not sure why you wouldn’t want to cum IN me.”
“Variety.”
“It’s fun.” Let’s watch. Kent got it set up then they say together and watched the TV. “Nice camera work.”
“I wish I had a real camera, it’s a little dark. We need brighter lights. You look incredible.”
“Maybe I could have done porn if I didn’t meet you.”
“You’d have been famous.”
“They would have died in Grantham.”
“And still no one would believe Billy whatshisname.”
“Poor Billy.” Now Kent was on screen.
“Ruins the shot. It looks small up there. Needs a closeup.”
“It looks tasty and does the job. You already hit my cervix where would I put any more.”
“No life as a porn star for me. Damn that is so hot when you take it all down. Fucking wow.”
“It’s just perfect.” Now the grand finale. “Look at all that cum. Porn style.” Kent smiled.
“Yeah I guess I did get you good.” Shay thought, ‘Men are so simple’.