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Authors: G.E. Stills
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doesn't pay the bills. I've also arranged for someone I trust to take you to work and watch over you and the house during the day.
"I don't need anyone to watch over me."
"Yes, you do until I say different. Don't make this hard, Gail."
Oh Gods. He's breaking up with me. Gail averted her eyes, pretending to be looking at some nonexistent crumb on the table. "I understand. I'll miss you a lot but I know you have other things to do," she said, with resignation in her voice. In the meantime, she was dying inside. Thoughts raced through her mind. I knew this day was coming and although I hate it, loathe it, I understand. It was great while it lasted. Happily ever after only happens for someone else, not for me. That's why I never said I love you.
Jeff held up his hand, "Whoa. Wait, Gail. I never said I wanted to stop seeing you. Unless, of course, that's your desire. I'd like to continue seeing you as often as possible. I just won't be staying here. Our relationship will be more conventional, I hope. Rather than being your bodyguard, I'd like it to be more of a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship.
She restrained herself from dancing when she went over to the fridge to get the pitcher of tea to refill their glasses. She took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes before returning.
Changing the subject, he jokingly said, "Couldn't you find any tighter shorts, Gail? I bet you aren't wearing any panties under them either, otherwise panty lines would be showing for sure."
"I guess you'll never know, mister, since you intend to leave and won't be here when I take them off." She laughed as she set the pitcher on the table.
"We'll see about that," Jeff said as he stood up quickly.
With a mock shriek of terror, she dodged away from his reaching hands and they began circling the table in a cat and mouse game.
She dashed into the living room with another mock shriek of fear. He bounded after her in pursuit. This time they circled the couch, both of them acting like a couple of children in a game of tag. The game came to an end when she zigged and should have zagged. One of his strong hands wrapped around her wrist and yanked her to him. Her squeal cut short when his lips pressed against hers. They tumbled to the floor, locked in a passionate embrace and then he rolled on top of her.
"Please Jeff, your gun is poking me," she said between kisses.
Using a double-entendre, Jeff returned, "Oh, I think it's going to do more than just poke."
"Jeff, it might go off," she complained.
"It more than likely will."
"Can you at least pull it out and set it aside?" she begged.
Jeff grinned. "I never pull it out unless I intend to use it and I can't set it aside, it's part of me."
It dawned on her then which gun he was talking about and she smacked him on the arm. "I'm referring to the gun you have in your shoulder holster, silly. It's jabbing me in the tit."
"Oh," Jeff replied. "That gun!"
His laughter told her he had been well aware of which gun she referred to. Rising up, he removed the holster and set it to the side.
"Better?" he asked as he settled on her again.
"Infinitely," she answered. "And Jeff, I have a warm holster just waiting for your other gun." She laughed and, cupping her hands to his face, drew him down for a long kiss.
Jeff rolled to the side and his hand slipped under her waistband to slide her shorts down. At the same time, she unsnapped and unzipped his pants, sliding them down. His boxers followed.
"Just as I suspected. You aren't wearing any," he said with a grin as he caressed her bare ass lovingly. His lips brushed over her shoulder and neck. He nipped her chin gently and finally his lips settled against hers as they shared an intimate kiss.
With their clothes half off, they made love on the floor. Removing the rest of their clothes as they stood, they retreated to her bedroom for the next round of lovemaking.
"I don't need anyone to watch over me."
"Yes, you do until I say different. Don't make this hard, Gail."
Oh Gods. He's breaking up with me. Gail averted her eyes, pretending to be looking at some nonexistent crumb on the table. "I understand. I'll miss you a lot but I know you have other things to do," she said, with resignation in her voice. In the meantime, she was dying inside. Thoughts raced through her mind. I knew this day was coming and although I hate it, loathe it, I understand. It was great while it lasted. Happily ever after only happens for someone else, not for me. That's why I never said I love you.
Jeff held up his hand, "Whoa. Wait, Gail. I never said I wanted to stop seeing you. Unless, of course, that's your desire. I'd like to continue seeing you as often as possible. I just won't be staying here. Our relationship will be more conventional, I hope. Rather than being your bodyguard, I'd like it to be more of a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship.
She restrained herself from dancing when she went over to the fridge to get the pitcher of tea to refill their glasses. She took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes before returning.
Changing the subject, he jokingly said, "Couldn't you find any tighter shorts, Gail? I bet you aren't wearing any panties under them either, otherwise panty lines would be showing for sure."
"I guess you'll never know, mister, since you intend to leave and won't be here when I take them off." She laughed as she set the pitcher on the table.
"We'll see about that," Jeff said as he stood up quickly.
With a mock shriek of terror, she dodged away from his reaching hands and they began circling the table in a cat and mouse game.
She dashed into the living room with another mock shriek of fear. He bounded after her in pursuit. This time they circled the couch, both of them acting like a couple of children in a game of tag. The game came to an end when she zigged and should have zagged. One of his strong hands wrapped around her wrist and yanked her to him. Her squeal cut short when his lips pressed against hers. They tumbled to the floor, locked in a passionate embrace and then he rolled on top of her.
"Please Jeff, your gun is poking me," she said between kisses.
Using a double-entendre, Jeff returned, "Oh, I think it's going to do more than just poke."
"Jeff, it might go off," she complained.
"It more than likely will."
"Can you at least pull it out and set it aside?" she begged.
Jeff grinned. "I never pull it out unless I intend to use it and I can't set it aside, it's part of me."
It dawned on her then which gun he was talking about and she smacked him on the arm. "I'm referring to the gun you have in your shoulder holster, silly. It's jabbing me in the tit."
"Oh," Jeff replied. "That gun!"
His laughter told her he had been well aware of which gun she referred to. Rising up, he removed the holster and set it to the side.
"Better?" he asked as he settled on her again.
"Infinitely," she answered. "And Jeff, I have a warm holster just waiting for your other gun." She laughed and, cupping her hands to his face, drew him down for a long kiss.
Jeff rolled to the side and his hand slipped under her waistband to slide her shorts down. At the same time, she unsnapped and unzipped his pants, sliding them down. His boxers followed.
"Just as I suspected. You aren't wearing any," he said with a grin as he caressed her bare ass lovingly. His lips brushed over her shoulder and neck. He nipped her chin gently and finally his lips settled against hers as they shared an intimate kiss.
With their clothes half off, they made love on the floor. Removing the rest of their clothes as they stood, they retreated to her bedroom for the next round of lovemaking.
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