20. Georgia
Chapter 20
Georgia
" S o what's the man's name that you're seeing?" my grandmother asked slyly, taking a sip of her latte as we browsed the clothing section at her favorite shop.It had been a good day; when I called yesterday, it took her a few moments to remember who I was. I still was trying to brush that sick feeling off.
"Oh my god, I'm not seeing anyone!" I replied quickly, feeling a blush creep up my neck as I did so. I wasn't lying. We weren't seeing each other, not like that.
"Hmm," my grandmother hummed, obviously not believing my answer and looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Then why are you blushing, Georgia Ann?"
I threw back my head with an exaggerated sigh, "I'm not!" The older woman just shook her head, pulling out a comfortable blue dress from the rack and holding it up to herself.
"I'm just saying if I was your age and in my prime, I would be buying a cute dress here and talking to all the cute boys I could." She winked, tossing the clothing item into the cart as we moved on.
"Oh, Grandma, you still could talk to cute guys," I reminded her, making sure she was holding onto the cart as we walked. Her vertigo was getting more pronounced when she walked too quickly, but she refused to use the shop's wheelchairs.
Smiling softly, she answered with a far-off look in her eyes, "Well, there was only one man for me. I've waited for him before, and I can do it again."
I squeezed her hand lightly, a soft silence falling over us as we continued. Grandma Mary cleared her throat as we passed the delicates section and whispered, "I do need some new undergarments; let me look for a bit." I nodded and cast a look around to realize I could honestly use a few things; I had never really had the excuse to buy "vanity" lingerie. Dylan never saw the point in spending the money, saying he would rather just have me naked anyway. I bit my lip, looking at a few of the more racy pieces—well, as close to racy as you could get when buying from a department store that had a grocery shop attached.
A short, silk-like nightie caught my eye. I looked around to make sure my grandmother was fully occupied as I traced the lace that hemmed the item, which came in a variety of colors. It would barely cover my crotch if I put it on, and the neckline plunged dangerously low, for a barely-there slip effect made to hug the curves of the body. Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I quickly grabbed the black one and the green one. They were relatively inexpensive, and, you know, at this point wasn’t it a business expense or something?
I hid them behind the cereal boxes and vitamins, straightening as Mary turned around with her packaged underwear in hand.
"We should leave now if we want to hit the movie in time!" she exclaimed, looking at the timepiece on her wrist. We ushered ourselves back to the checkout lanes, where I quickly pushed my things behind hers. I ushered her to the small cafe at the front of the store so there would be no way for her to interject my payment or see the very scandalous negligee.
By the time I got my bags, she was finished with her decaf latte and ready to go. As we walked out the door to my car, she grabbed my elbow and whispered, "Good choice by the way, I think the green one will really bring out your eyes! Now, where did we park?"
Taking my grandmother back to the assisted living home was always bittersweet. She seemed genuinely happy there, with plenty of friends, especially her next-door neighbor Lizzie, who often came over for trash TV binges. The movie was good, and I felt happier than I had in a few weeks, so when I walked to my car and noticed steam coming out from under the hood, I closed my eyes in disbelief—that stupid radiator.
The gallon of water that I always had stashed in my trunk was thankfully still partly full, at least enough to cool it down enough for the short drive home. I thanked my lucky stars that it hadn't happened while I was out with my grandmother; she would have been worried about me, and things would have just gone downhill from there.
As I popped the hood, I was pleasantly surprised not to see a ridiculous amount of steam pouring out. I gave the radiator a quick tap to make sure it was cooling down. Smart? Maybe not, but it was chilly, and I was in a hurry. Hurriedly I dumped what was left from the jug of water I kept in my trunk and I was on the road in no time. I made a mental reminder to put more water in my emergency jug.
My phone vibrated in the cup holder, but I made myself wait until I pulled into the apartment complex, idling in my assigned spot, staring at the link that Quinn had sent. Jesus, he was fast.
Thumb hovered over the link before I finally killed the car, all but running inside, tossing off my parka before collapsing on my couch, nearly taking out Hannah as I did so. Looking around, I closed the blinds even though it was dark outside by now.
Before pressing the link, I read the accompanying text from Quinn that simply stated;
Quinn: These are the teasers and the full cut of the two videos I can put out on Monday. Let me know your thoughts.
My thoughts, like it wasn't a sex tape I filmed with a guy I went to school with for extra money, I shoved those thoughts aside and clicked the link. My stomach was spinning with the movie theater popcorn and candy, which apparently wasn't a great dinner choice.
The teasers were…sexy. Like, was that even me? My face looked unfamiliar even to me, with the bright red lips and thick lace mask that was surprisingly sheer on the other side. Wolfe's muscled body touched my stomach, his fingers ghosting over my clothed nipples as I rolled my body into the pressure.
He included a shot where I was on my knees, his briefs still on at that point, allowing my hands to skate over his finely muscled thighs, tracing the lines where his dark hair disappeared in the black underwear as his cock strained for release.
The two other videos were longer; one was just over ten minutes, and the other nearly fifteen. I honestly didn't know what the normal length was for full pornographic films, but being as Quinn had his own platform, I supposed it could really be as long or as short as he wanted. Hannah hopped onto my lap, already vibrating with her purrs of welcome. I set her down gently, giving her a placating pat on the head.
"Not right now, honey, mommy's looking at adult things."
She skittered off, obviously offended by my rebuff. As I pressed play, I realized I had never watched a whole porno before. I didn't need ten minutes of foreplay and orgasms; I didn't have time for that. I was on a schedule and had things to do—a two-minute quickie was really all I ever needed. But apparently, the people paying for this content had more time on their hands, and honestly, good for them.
It started with me straddling his chest, my knees sitting just underneath his armpits until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up towards him. I remembered the flush that had spread over my neck and chest when he did that. The way that heat pooled in my stomach as I felt his hot breath glance over my sex, or the way he never took his eyes off of me while he completely devoured me.
Except once, I remembered my hips rolling on their own accord and his eyes shut, and he moaned against my clit like my arousal was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. I watched as Wolfe’s fingers dug into my hips as his tongue entered me, fucking me slowly as he held me in place.
Opening my mouth in astonishment as the point of view changed, I watched as my back arched and my arms grabbed at his hands, still holding my hips as if I needed something to ground me as I tipped over the edge on the masked man's tongue. It ended with my half giggle, the camera I had strapped around my neck rising and falling with each breath as the red lights cascaded us into an erotic silhouette.
Okay, so, no notes. At all. Blowing out a breath, I grabbed a previously discarded water bottle and drained it quickly, feeling suddenly very hot.
The next video was the one I was most nervous about. Why I thought that I should give a blowjob when I had barely had any experience…AND film it? I shook out my hands like I could get rid of the nervous energy before I pressed play.
Oh.
OH.
Unlike my video, I could see both of us the entire time while it would focus on Wolfe's masked face and then to a profile view of myself as I…I covered my eyes for a moment before peeking through my fingers. In all of my life, I never thought that I would be watching myself give a blow job in high definition. I made sure to watch for any tells of my identity, any slip of my mask, anything that might scream, "Hey, this is Georgia Ann Clark!" But I saw nothing. And to be honest, any focus on myself slipped away as I watched Wolfe's lips part while he panted. As I slowly unwound him. With each swipe of my tongue and every twist of my wrist I took him as deep as I possibly could, my mouth straining around the thick length as he unraveled over me. I couldn't look away from his pupils, blown wide by desire as he took my ponytail in his fist, holding my chin in the other as he gently fucked my mouth.
The noises he was making made heat bloom in my core; God, the way he moaned was like sex itself. When he came, he had bitten his lower lip, a guttural groan slipping between them regardless.
A knock at my door had me dropping my phone and clapping my hands over my mouth as if it would retroactively silence my response.
Another knock.
I quickly turned off the video and walked to the door, fanning my face with my hand and hoping I didn't look like I was watching porn. Which I absolutely was, obviously.
I opened the door just a crack (because who knocks and doesn't call first? A serial killer, that's who.), keeping the chain attached, when I came face to chest with another person.
The other person was holding a takeout container, and the takeout container was attached to a hand attached to my next-door neighbor.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?" I asked, half wondering if my sinful thoughts of this guy had manifested him on my doorstep.
He shook the box, the other hand stuffed in his pocket, and the smell of the autumnal chill on him. "Went out to eat, got a to-go order, thought you'd want it." Quinn was looking anywhere but my face. Not responding, I closed the door and unlatched the chain to open it fully, Quinn looking reluctant to be standing there.
"Why did you get a to-go order if you didn't want it?" I asked, a hand on my hip and a puzzled expression falling over my face,
"Oh my godddd Clark, just take the fucking food." He exhaled, thrusting the heavy box at me before turning on his heel and quickly unlocking his door.
"Uh, thanks?"
Quinn grunted and retreated into his unit, slamming the door behind him. Bewildered but also hungry, I locked my door and opened the heavy styrofoam container curiously to find a full serving of spaghetti and meatballs, a side of parmesan cheese, and a breadstick.
I found myself looking over at my front door as if I could see into his apartment, giving an invisible him a confused look. My fingers still tingling from where they had briefly brushed his. Hesitating, I sat it down on the counter like it was a bomb, crossed my arms over my chest, and looked at it. Hannah was the first to jump up on the counter and sniff it, her small white paw coming to try to steal the breadstick before I took her in my arms and kissed her head.
"So he brought me dinner?" I asked her, her rumbling purrs thundering in her voluptuous body. "These definitely aren't his leftovers." Hannah just looked up at me with her huge eyes, blinking at me a few times and licking her lips as if to say, 'Free food is free food.' And she had a point.
The spaghetti was delicious.