Mick the Stick

Hugging Mick, I kissed her, our tongues dueling, fighting for space as we panted and moaned. Making its own way, my erection found her and slowly parted her labia, seeking her warm, liquid depths. Sinking to my balls, Mick wiggled below me, sighing deeply, then wrapped her legs around me. She firmly grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me even deeper into her quivering cunt, groaning as my pubic bone mashed her clit.

"Oh my God, Cam!" She squealed. "It's even better than I imagined. Fuck me, Fuck me NOW!"

I smiled, gazing into her eyes. Pulling out til only the head was left in her, I paused. She mewled and thrust her hips upward, trying to drive me back into her soaking slit. "Please..." She implored.

I dropped my hips, impaling her. Her eyes flew open wide and she yelped as I started thrusting into her inflamed cunt.

"Uh uh uh, oh oh OH!" She punctuated each stroke with a verbal affirmation of her growing pleasure. As I pummeled her, she graduated to a near continuous wail, increasing in pitch and volume as we sped towards release. Moments later, Mick screamed and stiffened, orgasming loudly. I followed seconds later, grunting and snorting, filling her with my scalding seed. We laid in a heap, panting, while we recovered. Finally, I rolled off, cuddling her as the afterglow faded. We kissed tenderly, while I absentmindedly played with a tit. She placed her hand over mine and held it to her breast and sighed, tears staining her cheeks.

"You OK?" I asked, lightly squeezing her.

"Happy, so happy." She sighed, rolling onto her side and backing into me. Wrapped in my arms, she fell asleep. I followed shortly thereafter, lulled to sleep by her contented breathing.

Morning came and I slowly opened my eyes. Mick was facing me, brown eyes shining. She smiled. "Hello there."

"Hello to you as well." I grinned. "Sleep well?"

"I did." She chirped. "Good thing it's Saturday, or I'd already be late for work."

"Oh." I said. "What time is it?"

"A little after 9." She answered.

"Wow." I whistled. "I haven't slept that long in years. Guess I like the company."

"Same here." She giggled.

"Breakfast?" I asked.

"Shower first." She stretched. "My thighs are stuck together. Wash my back?"

"And front and everything in between." I teased.

"Yay!" She squealed, pulling me from the bed.

We ate breakfast wrapped in towels. The memory of that shower would stay with me for the rest of my life. I memorized every inch of her, mostly by braille. She seemed appreciative of the attention, biting my shoulder as I fingered her to orgasm, holding her to me when her knees buckled.

After we ate, we laid back in bed, arm in arm. Mick turned and looked at me. "Cam, I know this might seem a bit rushed, but I love you. I've loved you for years. I didn't think I'd ever get a chance to tell you, but now that I can, I don't want to waste the opportunity."

"I love you too, Mick. Yes it's quick, but it feels so right. Like we were made to be together. I might even forgive Eli since we wouldn't be here if he didn't betray me."

"Don't go getting all mushy on me." Mick huffed. "I'm still gonna kick his ass."

Fate had finally brought Mick and me together. It had been a long and rather unpleasant journey for both of us. We were optimistic, even excited about the future. The only loose thread was Eli. It happened much sooner than we expected. Fate pulled the thread and our world unraveled.

One evening, a few days later, I was finishing up at the house when I heard an awful ruckus next door. Several people were shouting. I dropped what I was doing and ran towards the noise. Just as I entered I saw Mick ball up her fist and punch a man, who had his back to me, squarely in the face. He went down, hard, on his ass, Mick towering over him screaming.

"Get the fuck out of here Eli." She hissed. "Haven't you done enough you worthless... Cam doesn't need this, he just lost his parents for Christ's sake."

Their mother was frantically trying to pull Mick off Eli as she continued her verbal barrage. She kicked at Eli as her mother dragged her away.

He stood and wiped at his face, blood appearing on his hand. He turned to leave then saw me standing in the doorway. He froze momentarily, still recovering from the punch his sister had laid on him. As he went to speak, Gene entered the room. He stepped between us, facing me. He could see the anger in my eyes.

"What are you doing here Eli?" I hissed.

"Don't do it Cam." Gene implored. "You and Michelle are just getting started, don't do anything that will jeopardize that. I wouldn't blame you, honestly, but it's just not worth it."

My shoulders sagged as the anger left me. Gene was right. As much as I wanted to pound Eli into mush, what would it solve? Ryleigh was still gone and the damage was done.

"Dad, would you call Mom and Mick in here?" He asked, dejectedly. "I need to say something, to all of you, then I'll leave."

"Eli." Gene glared at his son. "You're on thin ice here."

"Please." He begged.

Mick flew into the room, hugging me, sobbing. Her mother not far behind, standing at her husband's side, arms crossed. "I-I'm s-sorry." She stuttered. "He j-just showed up."

I held her, whispering in her ear. "Not your fault."

"Make it quick boy." Gene demanded.

Eli took a breath, then turned to me. "Cam, I'm sorry. I know it's not enough and will never be, but I'm sorry. I fucked up everything, our friendship, my family, everything. All for nothing. Nina left me...for Ryleigh. They did to me exactly what we did to you, so I guess I got what was coming to me, huh?"

"Good!" Mick seethed. "I hope it fucking hurts." She turned and screamed at her brother, placing herself between me and him protectively. "Now go away. Go wallow in your self pity. Cam is finally moving on...with me. It's taken years for him to get over what you and those cunts did to him. I will not allow you to cause him one more second of pain."

She lunged at Eli, but I held her back, wrapping her in my arms. "Let it go." I said, softly kissing her as she struggled to escape. "I have you now, my pain is gone."

She went limp in my arms, then looked up at me, those brown eyes shining like beacons. "Really?"

I nodded.

I looked over at Eli, his eyes momentarily dark and stormy. "You don't approve, well Fuck You!" I spat. "You lost all rights to an opinion when you fucked my fiancee out from under me. I will be the bigger man and accept your apology, for what it's worth. What you did is beyond forgiveness as far as I'm concerned. Trust, to me, is sacred. Once lost, it can never be regained. I will not stand between you and your family, if in fact they want anything to do with you. If they want you back, I will be cordial, adult, but we will never be friends. NOT EVER! Am I clear?"

Eli nodded, dejectedly, finally accepting responsibility for the pain he had caused.

"I'll be at the house when you're done here." I told Mick, then turned to leave.

"Wait!" She walked over and stood in front of Eli, then slapped him with all the force she could muster. "What he said fuckwit." Then she took me by the hand and we left.

"Remind me never to make you mad." I chuckled.

"What? Oh, that was only a 5.5, maybe a 6 on the 'Mickter' scale." She giggled. "If he really pissed me off, an ambulance would be involved."

Later, after we saw Eli's car leave, we went back over to Mick's parents place. Her mom was sitting on the couch, red eyed and puffy. Gene didn't look much better.

"Those two played him from the beginning." Gene said. "Nina siphoned off everything before she left, took it all and left him holding the bag. I think you dodged a bullet."

"Seems he caught it." I stated.

"Can't say he doesn't deserve it." Gene tried to smile. "But he is our son... We're letting him stay here until he gets himself together. I'm sorry if that upsets you, Cam."

"I meant what I said." I repeated. "If you guys want him back, I won't stand in the way. He IS your son and I would expect nothing less from loving parents. Just understand he and I will never be friends again."

"Gonna be a little awkward, not gonna lie, Cam." Mick's mom observed. "Sweetheart, what's your opinion?" She asked Mick.

"I reserve the right to slap the shit out of him if he pisses me off." She spat. "As long as he leaves Cam and me alone, I'm good."

"We really need to talk to you about your language young lady." Gene teased, hugging his daughter.

After that, things calmed down, at least to some degree. I returned to work the next week, but thoughts of Mick distracted me constantly. Try as we might, Tasha and I couldn't sell the house to save our lives. Well, we could if we wanted to take a skanky, lowball offer, but we're not stupid.

Mick and I saw each other when we could, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with our time apart. Several months later we were lying in bed after fucking each other silly, talking.

"I've been looking into transferring." I told Mick. "Our facility here has an opening."

Mick's head popped up. "Really?" She beamed. "That would be wonderful. We'd get to spend so much more time together."

"Maybe move in together?" I suggested.

"I like the sound of that." She smiled. "But my place is too small, we'd have to look for something bigger."

"Or..." I teased.

"Or what?" She asked, poking a finger into my chest.

"The house." I answered.

"Your mom and dad's place." She frowned. "You sure?"

"I'd have to buy out Tasha's half." I explained. "But that shouldn't be too hard. Might be nice living next door to the grandparents."

"Grandparents? Whose grandparents?" She inquired.

"Our kids." I grinned.

"Our...kids...?" She sputtered.

"Marry me?" I asked.

"OH MY GOD Cam!" She screamed. "YES YES YES!!!"