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Unexpected Interest Ch. 01

By: CoCoNiy101



Hi everyone! This is my first series/story type of thing so I hope you enjoy it.

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After working all day, Bobby personally was ready to go home. But to his amazement, his co-workers insisted on throwing a happy hour party. He tried his best to avoid all of those partaking in this party, for the sake of not being pressured to attend. He checked his desk clock to see it was 4:56pm, and it was almost that glorious time. But as he began to put on his blazer to go, he heard the infamous knock on his office door. He puffed a puff of frustration and rolled his eyes to no one. 

I am not in the mood for this shit.

"Bobby!" Tammy called as she invited herself in. "Let's walk to happy hour together? I need someone to make sure I don't overdo it with the drinks" She barked a stiff, boring laugh that he knew too well. 

Tammy was not a woman of his tastes, although she couldn't take the hints Bobby threw her regarding a blossoming relationship of nothing. And please believe, Bobby was very good at throwing hints; good and bad. He had plenty of practice with all women and could legally be called, an expert. Her red hair hung limp at her neck and her skin was practically orange from her tanning. She tried her best to work with the little body she had, no ass, no tits. He felt a little sorry for her, she wasn't blessed with the body but her face was of some worth. 

Bobby is far from a shallow man; He cares almost nothing for a body or face. But Tammy's personality was way past the borderline of bearable. She talked about everyone, to everyone and thought of herself as superior.

Tammy sashayed to his desk, a white blouse with more buttons open than allowable. Her heels clacked against the hardwood floor, leaving that sound lingering in the air. Her small breasts leaned with her as she placed her weight on her hand resting on his desk. Bobby didn't spare he a glance, it was now 5:00 on the dot and he was not trying to be in this hell hole longer than he needed to be.

"I'm actually going to skip this one tonight." Bobby said gathering his things. He was implying he's gone before and has decided to pass this one up, but in fact, he's never attended one.

Tammy was disappointed. Her hopes of getting Bobby drunk and possibly falling to her knees ready to take her to his bed and put his big-

"Tammy?" Bobby interrupted her nasty thoughts, sensing her personal tension and he was ready to get out of this woman's presence immediately. If his cock could be any more deflated at this moment, it was at its all time record flat.

"I'm sorry to hear that, maybe we can go out for lunch on Monday?" She asked hopeful that he'd say yes so she could show off her new victory to her gossiping colleague friends. They would be so envious, to see her leaving the building with Bobby Walton on her arm. His lengthy body standing at a firm 6'4 and brown hair tussled lightly. His onyx eyes twinkling down on her, highlighted by his bright pretty teeth. She licked her lips at the thought, and quickly shook it off as Bobby was standing near her, obviously ready to exit his office, and wishing she was ready to do the same. 

"I don't think so Tammy, I have lots of new clients scheduling account reviewing that day." Which was the truth, he didn't think he'd even be taking a lunch break these next few weeks. 

"Oh okay." Tammy said a little more upset than she should have been. She turned and walked out of the office, putting a little more sway in her hips than usual. She hoped Bobby would notice.

Bobby didn't notice. He was too focused on the mission to get the hell out of the building as soon as he could.

Before Bobby could get home, he had to stop at the supermarket. He was pushing his current minimum supply of food to its limit and was on the brink of a famine. He parked his black BMW in an open spot in for the Shop Fresh and headed inside. 

The April sun had shown through and he had gotten to take of his jacket, the breeze felt nice on him. The store was practically empty and he was thankful for that. He hated a crowd.

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Natasha walked into the Super Market on a mission. She needed to make the perfect meal for tonight. She was hosting her and her girl's annual 2 month party and they were going to be hard to impress. They know of her skills in the kitchen and they would be critiquing to their fullest potential. She smiled to herself thinking of her longtime friends.

Olivia was a spunky chocolate girl with plenty of sass to share. Her hair hung to her shoulders in tight curls that she was lucky to have and her eyes sparkled with black tints. Summer was her rough princess, she loved to play sports and it was more than obvious. But her baby cleaned up well, and often had the men at her heels. Along with Olivia, she held a small spark with her tongue that Natasha thinks she picked up as a small habit. Or maybe she just acquired it after having the girls talk slick to her after so many years. You really needed a backbone to be in this tight group of 3. They never held back their words with each other.

Natasha stopped at the freezer door as she saw the most gorgeous man she thinks she's ever seen. And she has seen her fair share of men. She licked her lips in curiosity and tried to fix herself up as nonchalantly as she could. Natasha smoothes out her purple blouse and black work skirt around her thick bottom to accentuate the curve bulging there. This man had sun kissed skin, much different to the color of her own, or the color of any other man she's ever dated. Maybe it was the Trey Songz bumping from his IPod headphones that really dumfounded her, and had her wanting to know more about him.

Sex ain't better than love. Girl you've been my teacher and I've learned.

Trey Songz sung it to the whole silent aisle, and all she wanted was for this man to sing it to her personally. His dark blue work shirt hung fairly loosely around his chest and she could tell he's not too foreign with the gym. He was tall and handsome. His long fingers tapped lightly to the music as he looked intently into the freezer's glass, deciding.

Damn, how am I going to talk to him? Natasha thought. She never got nervous when approaching a man but they were usually her type. She could automatically tell they'd be into her from the moment she'd see them. But this beautiful white man, she didn't know. He looked like he belonged in an Abercrombie photo with his bleach blonde by his side, but the way he moves to the music indicates he ain't afraid of a little soul either. 

Is she dancing to my music? Bobby asks himself. He sneaks a glance at the good-looking chocolate, golden brown woman as she rummages through her cart singing the lyrics to his music in sync with every word. She gently sways her hips and bobs her head in a sexy way. 

She is really stunning. She walks over to the freezer a few doors down from him and he doesn't need to look, to see her body is solid and voluptuous. But of course, he sneaks a peek anyway and he was right. Her booty and thighs fill out her skirt and her breasts follow suit. Her tight black skirt accentuates her calves and green ankle bracelet. Her reddish brown hair flows down the middle of her shoulder blades and her button nose, with the small stud shinning reaches upward stretching for something a little higher on the shelf. He looks away again and he can tell she notices him, he can feel her gaze warming his body. 

She probably wouldn't be interested in a dude like me. 

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­­­­­I got it! Natasha thinks eagerly as the cutie starts to walk out the aisle. Her hope and self confidence striding away with each step he takes. What a cute ass he has on him... mmm Natasha thinks. Focus girl, focus.   

"Mister.." Natasha says in her sweetest voice. He turns around with a bored expression on his face, and she automatically regrets calling him over. But she can't just back out now, and then she'll really look stupid. She takes a defeated sigh and looses her energetic mood.

"Yeah?" He asks, walking back toward her with a slow steady pace. Bobby is ecstatic, and is jumping for joy that this woman would be so bold as to approach him first.   

"Can you help me get the cheese on the top shelf, I'm sorry to bother you?" Natasha says in the cooing way, throwing in a small apologetic smile. Bobby falls a little weak in his knees, but puts down his basket to help his soon to be wife. As he leans up to grab the cheese, Natasha's eyes wander. She fights the urge to rub him down as he elongates his already long body just the slightest amount to get the cheese. 

Just as she lets her eyes really drink him in, Lady Antebellum 'Just a Kiss' alerts her of a text message. She rolls her eyes in frustration and focuses back to the task at hand. Bobby is impressed with this woman's choice of music, R and B and Country? She is very diverse, he admires that. As he grabs the cheese and hands it to the attractive lady in hopes that she'll try and start a new conversation with him. 

"Thank you so much." She states in her same sing song voice, which is very high pitched. He would love to hear what she sounds like in bed, screaming his name while he rubbed her button vigorously. His cock tingled at the thought and for the sake of embarrassment, he pushes the thoughts aside. Her collar bone hung bare, and Bobby longed to touch the smooth skin of her neck just for the creaminess of its color.

"No problem," He stated "If you need me for anything else let me know." He stated jokingly at first, and she laughed a small laugh until she looked back into his eyes and saw the glimpse of sex he held there. Then they both fell silent for a few seconds. Natasha broke the glare for a moment and Bobby panicked for a new topic to bring up. 

"So.. You like Trey Songz I noticed?" He added with a half smile. I'm a fucking idiot. This is all I could think of?! Bobby beat himself up internally for this small question. It was really lame, and he knew it couldn't be much of a conversation starter. But he'd be damned if this wonderful woman didn't stretch his comment like the production of a Laffy Taffy and used it to her advantage. 

"Absolutely! He is the star in some of my all time favorite jams. I couldn't help but overhear such good music ya' know?" She chuckled lightly at the realization of too much personality coming out of her when she spoke of music. When she spoke of dance, she spoke of singing and dancing. All of which she loved to do. She didn't want to scare him too much with all her individuality. But he noticed her light of personality and was overjoyed at his discovery. Bobby wanted more, she was too special. 

"I completely understand. I'm Bobby." Bobby extended his hand for her to shake and she smiled lightly at him, displaying all of her white teeth and dimples in her chin. Her peach, sparkly nails extended towards him and they shook. 

"Natasha." She stated. They both noticed the warmth of each other's hand, both sweaty with nerves. He smiled at her too, appreciative of how cute she was. Her name was sensual, and strong. It fit her well, for some reason Bobby couldn't have chosen a different name for her. It was like, she was destined for this title. Lady Antebellum rang again but it wasn't a text, it was a full blown call and she knew it was one of her girls. She gave him a sympathetic smile which Bobby took as a signal not to go anywhere. He took this time to search through her cart, feeling it would be alright.

"Hello?... Hey... Yeah, I'll be there in a half hour... What time is it?... Olivia, I have plenty of time left, why does it even matter?... Nobody told you to skip lunch girl... Just be patient... I have to go, see you in a few... Alright bye." Natasha finished up to find Bobby lurking through her cart. She turned around to face him and cleared her throat with a small smile playing on her lips.

Bobby laughed at her, she was so fucking cute. He wanted to purchase her and take her home like a new toy which he would adore for the rest of his life. Natasha felt a little self conscious at his stares and looked down into her cart. This caused Bobby to smirk even more.

"It looks, and sounds like you have somewhere to be. Can I get your number before you go Natasha?" Bobby asked hopefully. Natasha was lost for words. Wait until my girls hear this! She nodded a silent yes and took out her phone. She handed it to him in its pink, sparkly case and he almost burst out laughing at how girly she was. After he finished putting it in, he could only notice she had 2 other guys under the same name as Bobby. So he had to redefine his name as "Shop Fresh Bobby." He felt a pang in his stomach at the thought of guys clawing to get to her. He wanted her as his own, and he had every intention on her belonging to him. Bobby always got what he wanted and Natasha was it. As she searched through her phone to send him a text, he looked at her with narrow eyes. He was closing in on his prey.

Natasha sent him a text and now they were on their separate ways. She prayed to God, that she wouldn't have to be the one to call first. She was terrible with allowing herself to be the first to call a guy. And if Bobby didn't call first, they probably would never speak again. 

Bobby turned back to watch Natasha walk in the opposite direction and boy, was that a sight. Her luscious ass swayed from each side she took her steps and bobbed like it had a mind of its own. He hoped one day he could hold it for himself.

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"Tash, you need to call this man. If he's as sexy as you say he is, you can make an exception to your little rule." Summer says to me in between bites. 

Natasha cooked macaroni and cheese, curry chicken, and collard greens. Plus cheesecake for dessert. These girls better be lucky I love them, this was hard work. But I don't mind it too much. Natasha thought. 

Now Olivia and Summer sat at the table dogging their food like African kids straight out the Paid Programs. Natasha took a second to consider what Summer said. She did think Bobby was cute, he was funny and he made her feel good. Maybe she'd give it a few days, her worst fear is seeming too eager. 

Lord knows I'm not in a rush to get a man. I'm doing fine without one. Natasha stated to herself looking around her fairly lavish apartment. It was covered in deep browns, oranges, and beiges. Nice beautiful natural colors. Her faux leather couches were shinning and the large sun mirror behind it broadcasted her friends. She checked on Iodine, her fat chocolate rabbit sitting in its cage in the corner of her living room. She got the 3 story cage built just for him and she loved him to pieces. Natasha's favorite element on the periodic table was Iodine, but she'd never reveal that nerdy ass secret. Her big window was always open letting in a light breeze. If she had her paycheck, she most likely blew it in the mall rather than Pier 1. Her appearance was much more important. She was the originator of the first Environmental Law Firm in Rhode Island. She was doing great, and loved her job. Her passion is and will always be the Earth; she is a true nature girl. But on top of that, she needed to satisfy her quick tongue so she joined Law. She's now happily voicing her loud and witty opinions on the wrong and rights of people and the place they live. How much happier could she be? Her pink vibrator hiding in her drawer could think of a few ways, including the last time she used it where her thought focused on Bobby entirely. She sighed at this thought, but quickly pushed it aside. Sex isn't everything. 

"Yeah, girl. I can't wait to meet his fine ass." Olivia says eyeing me and then turning her attention back on her plate. She pushed the strays of her jet black hair back, as they were threatening to fall into her food. 

"Well, I'll wait until Tuesday. He has a weekend and a day. More than enough time right?"  Natasha asks. The two girls ignore her as they continue to swallow up their food. She leans back in her chair, too overcome with thought to eat. 

"So little Tasha had to think of a scheme to get ole' dudes attention huh?" Summer glared at Natasha with a wicked smile on her lips. I'll never stop hearing about this! She knew that was way below Natasha's way of talking to a guy. She was usually so bold, but most of the time, the guy would approach her. Summer knew, she must have been really weary about whether he'd be attracted to her. She was disappointed, her friend was truly something. 

"I just felt I needed to make sure he was feelin' me before I made a fool of myself." She said simply, shrugging he shoulders at the end. The whole night of dinner, Natasha had been in a trance like state, contemplating the choices of her love life, and thinking of the future she might have with Bobby. 

"Personally, I thing you really like him." Olivia said. I think I do too. 

 

A WEEK LATER

"Cameron, she hasn't called me and you damn sure know I'm not calling her first." Bobby told his best friend of 6 years. He had been convincing Bobby to take the first step and call to ask her out. But Bobby didn't understand why he felt he should, if she wanted him bad enough she could make the effort. He was not that desperate.

"She's probably saying the same thing. Look, I'm tired of see you jump and scramble at the sound of your own phone ringing. You clearly want to try things out with her, so just call her up. You're going to fuck around and miss out on a good woman because you can't get over your pride and 'past success'. You've already said she was special, why are you expecting her to act like all the other whores you've dated?" Cameron told Bobby. Bobby hated when he got into his Dr. Phil modes. It often makes him rethink every decision he's ever decided on. Bobby sighed in confusion.

As always, Bobby thinks about it hard enough and agrees that he wanted to see her. He was missing her dazzling personality and would love to learn more about her choice in music. He took out his cell phone and put his phones focus on her number. Shit. He said as he realized he was getting nervous, something very unusual for himwhen it came to women. His palms began to go slick under the phone, and his heart fluttered.

Natasha wasn't his usual type of woman. He loved curves but he satisfied his craving with Italian women. Sometimes they had a little extra meat on them than a usual white girl. But Natasha, Natasha was everything and then some. Her personality shined and her body wasn't hard to miss either. Italian women were sticks in comparison. Natasha had a small waist, but her ass was the size of someone who was 40 pounds overweight. His fingers jittered as they went up to his ear. He looked at Cameron who had turned his attention back to the plasma where the basketball game was playing. They were chilling at Cameron's house to watch the playoffs.

Bobby reached for the remote to turn down the Tv hanging on the wall loudly announcing a good score as the phone rang on the other line. Cameron huffed in protest and now sat, watching Bobby right in his face. Since he couldn't watch TV he had to watch something. He could hear the phone ringing beside him, so he would listen to what she said. Please, don't let this girl hurt his feelings. Cameron thought, thinking up a silent prayer. He'd be mad at the world if she did, he wasn't in the mood to kick him out today.

"Hey Natasha, its Bobby from the grocery store." Bobby said with a confident voice that was far from what he really felt. He twiddled a piece of lint in his lap, nervous. 

"Oh hey, how are you?" She asked him. She had been jumping for delight before she answered the phone. She lay on her bed in a T-shirt and shorts, waking up from an after work nap. She rolled over onto her side, like a teenage girl. Her hair was matted on the back of her head. But Natasha held a smile wide and broad.


Unexpected Interest Ch. 01



"I'm doing great, thanks. Um... I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight. If you weren't busy of course." Bobby said trailing off at the end. He looked at Cameron for some type of review on how he was handling this but he saw nothing but confusion.

Why is he being such a pussy? This chick must be super cute. Cameron thought, picking up his beer and shaking his head lightly.

"Oh... yeah. I'm not doing anything really. What did you have in mind?" Natasha said, getting up to pace around her bedroom.

What the hell did I have in mind? Bobby thought. 

"How about you just come over, and I'll make dinner for us?" Natasha asked, sensing he had no idea where he wanted to go. Bobby smiled in response.

"Cool, I'll be over at 8." Bobby said. And with that, they collected addresses and each held their smile even after the call was over.

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"I knew he would call! You was over here worrying Olivia." Summer said over the 3 way. Natasha was getting ready for her date and just had to call her girls to give them the good news. They screamed and cheered for her like she was walking down the aisle. But now she walked around her closet, and her best friends spoke on speakerphone. 

"Okay okay, he called. But what am I going to wear ya'll?" Natasha asked, sounding truly distressed. She stood in her closet, in her underwear. A hand was placed on her hip and the other ran through her hair. She was finding a hard time figuring out if she should dress up or be casual. Considering they would be over her house, she figured it would be a casual type of date. But still, she wasn't entirely sure.

"Hopefully it won't matter, because he'll be peeling the clothes of as soon he gets there. Right Tash baby?!" The girls burst into laughter at Olivia's comment but Tash wasn't laughing. Her face held straight as she realized she had never considered the possibility of Bobby trying to sleep with her.

"Ya'll know I don't have sex on the first, second and maybe not even the third date." She said simply. This is the truth, Natasha believes heavily in waiting a little before you commit with sex. Natasha knows, she'd never be able to keep up her nonchalant poker face if she had given her most important gift to a man. This must be why she's only had sex but 2 times in her 27 years of life. But Natasha has had the option to triple the number more than 10 times, but that's not in her nature and her girls know it.

"Yeah we know, we know... Wear that cute black off the shoulder shirt you just bought Tash." Summer says, and it's automatically a brilliant idea. Natasha rummages through her drawers to find the new shirt she bought over 2 weeks ago still with its tag. 

"Oh my goodness Summer girl, I love you! I think I'm going to wear my miracle jeans too." Natasha says running to go find them. The miricale jeans are her jeans that fit her so perfectly. It's so hard to find a good pair of jeans that fit perfectly to her thighs and ass but aren't 30 sizes too big in the waist. They were truly, amiracle.Her somewhat clean and neat room was turned into shambles trying to figure out to wear. As she walked past the nightstand the clock said 7:40. The yams, green beans, fried catfish and hush puppies sat in the oven on low, to ensure they stayed hot. Now all she had to do was get dressed. But she needed to hurry up.

"Alright, I'll call you afterwards." Natasha says quickly ending the call, stopping their babble amongst each other about something other than her date, or herself. But she wasn't interested in that, she turned her radio to her favorite station and let it play fairly low while she got dressed. She found her miracles that flared at her calves and put on her off the shoulder black shirt that showed her glowing collar bone. Natasha remembers catching him stare at it in the grocery store. Natasha walks to her mirror.

I look delectable. Mhm.. She says to herself, putting on her thick gold hoops and wide gold bangles. Her makeup was natural; her lip gloss made her full lips shine, her lashes thick, and her deep blush gave her color. She wore her hair in a long bob, her bangs side swept. Just as she sprayed a few sprits of her favorite Calvin Klein Eternity perfume behind her ears and her wrists and took a deep breath, her doorbell rang.

Natasha's eyes flew open at the sound and her heart went pumping. She waited about 2 more seconds before she looked through the peep hole and just 1 more second before she opened the door. 

No enthusiasm. She thought. But there he was, in all his glory yet still fully clothed. He stood before her in a dark blue Ralph Lauren polo fitted at his ribs, and the loose camouflage shorts matched perfectly. They also showed his calf tattoo that was so hot. It was colored brightly and featured flames, skulls, dragons and some tribal pieces. His five o' clock shadow looking more like a sexy half past 8. He tightly held a paper bag that probably held something to drink. They stood there for a moment, drinking each other in.

She looks so good. Bobby thought. Her jeans were filled out, no sign of loose fabric anywhere. Her thighs were wide, fitting perfectly in alignment with her hips. But her waist didn't follow; it began to curve inward from that point on. Her fitting black blouse proved him this, and her breasts fought for some room to move. But her skin was shown on one shoulder and she looked too sexy. It was hard for Bobby not to take her right there; he was getting more frustrated with each day he had to go without sex. But lately she had been the only thing on his mind, so calling a side hoe was out of the question. He needed to have her.

"Hey." He said coolly, as he noticed they had been standing outside for a little more than averagely normal. She stepped aside to let him inside, and he looked around. He thought it looked like her. Her name was written over every inch of her house. It was completely down to Earth, yet flashy. It held nothing back, but it was just everything she was. Her furniture was beige, and her walls orange and brown. Bobby even noticed the rabbit in its cage. But there was no scent of him anywhere, it smelled of light citrus. It was so cozy, Bobby felt suddenly tired. But then he remembered the woman trailing behind him. 

"You hungry baby?" She asked him. It wasn't a sexy 'baby', it was like a mother talking to her son. Bobby absolutely hated it. But he could tell this was who she was and decided to let it go. He followed her into the kitchen. He found her leaning down into the stove, her ass pointing high into the air, plump and inviting. He took this position in for a moment, blanking out entirely.

Natasha could feel him watching her, but it only encouraged her to keep bending over. But she slowly leaned up with the pans of food and grabbed some plates. She felt him walk over to her, slowly. She heard his sneakers hit her linoleum floor, indicating he had left the dining room's border of hard wood for the kitchen. He stood directly beside her. Bobby took this moment to study her, obviously making her nervous. But she still made the plates of food for them. 

"Is there any reason why you chose these colors?" Bobby asked, making her body shake by the intenseness in his whisper.

"Um, I love natural colors personally. Especially dark greens and oranges." She said.

"Since when is green a natural color?" Bobby said, honestly interested in her answer. Natasha looked up at him and his eyebrow was raised. She rolled her eyes at his close-mindedness and went back to making plates. 

"What is the definition of a natural color?" Natasha said, putting emphasis on 'natural color.' He sat thinking for a moment.

"Colors you'd normally see, like outside." Bobby said, not knowing where she was going with this.

"What are some things you see outside?" She asked, walking their plates over to her wooden, handmade dining room table set. It was made from 100% recycled sand wood and she loved it to pieces. It was easy to clean and it was durable. A vase of fresh flowers sat in the center, Bobby noticed they were the exact same ones outside her house in her fairly large garden. 

"Bark, dirt, grass, leaves..." He trailed off as he realized that 2 out of the 4 things he named were obviously green. He grew embarrassed for ever doubting her, and gave a weak smile that she followed with a light chuckle.

Bobby and Natasha talked while he ate. She found out Bobby was one of the 4 managers at a accounting company downtown.

He must make some good money. She thought to herself. 

Natasha also found out Bobby was from Delaware and moved to Rhode Island when he graduated high school. His mother passed away right before his freshman year of college and he didn't know his father at all. His mother had remarried but he wasn't fond of his step father. Natasha felt a little sorry for him. He didn't know what it was to have a full, supportive family standing behind him like she did. 

Bobby envied Natasha for her well upbringing. It was more than obvious that she was spoiled, but you would never know. For some reason she learned the definition of hard work and seemed to hold a strong relationship with it throughout her life. She was committed to what she did and absolutely loved it. 

"You know Trey Songz really isn't that cute." Bobby said, checking for her reaction. He remembered that moment when she expressed her love for his music and he couldn't help to think that this love was fueled with physical attraction.

"Bobby, I'm not expecting you to understand this but... Trey Songz is one of the sexiest things to walk this Earth." Natasha said, feeling she needed to get this point across. Bobby suddenly felt self conscious, realizing he was nothing like Trey Songz. Natasha sensed this immediately.

"But Channing Tantum is of course number one." Natasha said, knowing he looked very similar to him. Bobby smiled lightly at her and turned his attention back to his food. Bobby's leg shifted under him as he ate and Natasha remembered his nice tattoo.

"You're tattoo is really nice." Natasha said. He looked up from his plate and smiled lightly. 

"Thanks, I got it on my 21st about 7 years ago." He said. "You got any tattoos?" 

"Nope, I'm scared." She said, chuckling a little. Bobby nodded and turned back to his meal.

Natasha watched Bobby as they spoke; he was picking up speed with each bite he took. One by one the hush puppies went, then the pieces of fish were eaten in halves, the yams were gone in 4 scoops and the green beans soon followed. This man's plate was completely bare. Once he was finished, he looked up at her and smiled. She couldn't help but smile back.

"You were not playing no games huh boy?" She asked jokingly. But his smile fell as he looked at her plate. Natasha could cook up a hell of a meal entirely by herself; courtesy of her daddy. But she very rarely at more than a few bites of her own creations. She just honestly, never has a taste for her own food. Natasha will critique her own meals and trick herself into thinking they were nasty. This is why her freezer was getting more and more stocked with frozen dinners than chicken and steak. 

"Why aren't you eating? And there's barely anything on your plate!" He asked, sounding somewhat concerned. 

I hope he doesn't think I'm some kind of eating disorder girl. 

"I just don't like to eat my own food." Natasha said collecting his plate to take it to the sink.

"Why didn't you tell me that before you insisted we sit here and watch me eat your amazing food? I would have taken you out." He said, sounding even more upset. She could understand why, he didn't feel like she was enjoying herself as much as he was. Which wasn't the case at all.

"It's not that big of a deal Bobby. We can just go out next time." Natasha said, hinting another date in their future soon. She smiled to herself as she faced away from him. He chuckled, noticing the hint.

"It's a deal." He said. Natasha walked to get her plate but she took it outside on her porch and scraped it small amount of contents into her compost bin, but she decided to save the green beans for Iodine. Bobby couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, and got up to watch her out the window. But it didn't cure his curiosity one bit; it actually fueled the fire even more.

"What is that?" He asked watching her walk over to the kitchen sink to wash the green beans off. She didn't want Iodine to taste any of the seasonings she put on them.

"It's a compost bin I made last year." She stated simply, while walking over to the cage. She opened it, placed the green beans in and closes it back. Following the sound of the cage closing was the sound of something moving inside. She stood there watching the rabbit consume her treats with eyes of a mother and Bobby knew she loved that rabbit. It made him smile a little, to see her in such a trance like state. 

"What's it for?" He asked walking over to the couch and taking a seat on it. It was comfortable and felt suddenly at home. Bobby beckoned her over to him with a wiggle of his finger. Natasha took the clue and joined him, turning off the living room light, grabbing the remote to the TV and turning it on. She snuggled up under his arm that rested on the back of the couch onto his shoulder. She coiled her feet up beside her and felt so at ease in his presence. Natasha momentarily closed her eyes, yet completely awake.

"I put scraps of food and Iodine's poop in it," She said nodding towards the cage "and over time it breaks down. It creates some gases that are good for the air and the process of decomposition leaves behind pure nutrients. So I use it for my plants in my garden."

Bobby was impressed. She was pure bliss, and he loved being around her. He looked at Iodine and cared about her almost as much as Natasha did. He looked down on her. Bobby knew she was a waiter when it came to sex, but at this point it didn't matter. She was absolutely worth it. He turned his head and belched away from Natasha. He excused himself in a way that sounded surprised. Natasha laughed and rubbed him lightly on the belly, this made him laugh too.

Bobby's phone vibrated in his pants and Natasha leaned up so he could reach it. He grabbed it quickly and Natasha fell right back into position, fully unaffected. Bobby was curios as to whom it could be, he usually didn't get too many texts from important people. He set his phone's text settings to vibrate when either his family or Cameron texted. Girls never vibrated or rang because it could usually mess up an important date or something such as this. 

Hey Bobby! It's Tammy. I wanted to surprise you with a visit and invitation to hang out but Cameron was there and he let me in. Waiting 4 u

Bobby sat there a moment, thinking. Should he call Cameron and tell him to pass the message along that she should just go home? He looked back at the beautiful Natasha resting on his belly. He wanted to stay with her for as long as he could and Tammy would make sure that didn't happen. 

"Sweety, I'm going to make a call really quick." He said lifting her up a little then leaning her back onto the couch, lying her down. Natasha snuggled up to the smooth seat cushion; it was warm and smelled just like him. But she couldn't help the heat rising in her of suspicion and his lack of curtsey concerning their date. She tried her best to listen to what he was saying outside her townhouse door, but she couldn't and suddenly felt bad she ever wanted to. She wasn't that type of girl.

** * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Cameron. Why the fuck did you let her in?" Bobby asked, trying to keep his anger on a minimum scale. He paced along the balcony, fighting the urge to fully curse him out. He hated that his night was being ruined. 

"Dude, she said she knew you, you two were cool and you had plans. I was essentially bamboozled." Cameron said, sounding genuinely honest. He has a key to Bobby's apartment and Bobby has a key to his. Cameron usually comes by when he wanted to play the PS3, sometime Bobby had plans on buying Cameron for his birthday. 

"Tell her to get out. Right now, and not to ever show up unannounced at my apartment again." Bobby said sternly. 

"Of course. How's your thing going? Did you get any to any of the prizes yet?" He asked, signaling that she was in the room. Cameron always knew what to do. He was a great friend, wingman and always covered for Bobby.

"It's going well. I don't think I'm getting any of that for awhile, but I'm cool with it. We can just wait it out. She cooked for me and Cam, man, it was the best meal I've eaten in awhile." Bobby said, reflecting in his own honesty. 

"Can you please, snag me a plate? You owe me. And um... we can talk about this later. I'm playing the game." He said suddenly ending his statement.

"Tell her! Don't be a bitch about it either. Set her straight. And I'll try." Bobby laughed towards the end. Natasha wouldn't have a problem with him taking some to go. She almost never ate it seemed.

They hung up and Bobby opened the door and stepped back into the house. To his amazement, Natasha was asleep. This was a wakeup call for Bobby. It proved that she wasn't trying to listen in on his conversation as any other of his dates would, and that she was cute when she slept. Bobby walked over to where she was laying and scooped her up into his arms. She was a solid girl, definitely not the lightest but Bobby fully understood why. Her curves rested in his arms and she lay limp, snoring lightly. Bobby still strolled with her easily, and walked into her room. It was fairly clean and once again, followed the theme of her house.

He laid her down in the center of her bed, being careful not to disturb her in her sleep. She stayed spread out and still snoring. He pulled the covers up over her, not trusting himself with taking off her clothes and proceeded to leave the room. It was 12:00 and he figured she was tired, having worked all day. But as he was almost out the door he heard muffling on the bed. He turned to find that she was sitting upright and looking him right in his eyes. 

"Where are you going?" She asked, sounding upset and concerned like a small child. Bobby wanted nothing more than to kiss her and hold her, just guarantee he would always be there. He knew it kind of seemed like he was dipping out on her but he wasn't. 

"I just thought I should let you sleep. I'll call you tomorrow." He said to her quietly. 

"Oh Okay. Thanks." Natasha said simply.

Kiss me. Natasha thought, practically screamed in her head. She hoped he sensed it. Her hands clenched a little on the sheets, all of her faith and silent prayers protruding to the man up stairs.

Bobby walked over to her. He placed his hands on either side of her thighs onto the bed, basically trapping them. His biceps flexed in the darkness and Natasha rested on had on them, grasping his warmth. She leaned her head up to catch his kisses and they shared them for over 2 minutes in the darkness. Bobby loved the way her lips were framed. They were two round and perfect figures into his mouth. He sucked her bottom lip lightly and then squeezed his tongue between her teeth. Their tongues danced and Bobby moaned lightly inside of her. Then he moaned even louder when she snuck her tongue to caress the roof of his mouth. Bobby lightly bit her bottom lip and she moaned over and squeezed her thighs together to help ease the ache in her pussy from their kisses. Bobby felt her thighs move under him and her moan sent a quiver down his cock. But against his will, he pulled away from her and took a deep breath before licking her taste off of his lips. 

"Nat baby, can I take some food? I won't take it all I promise. And I'll call you tomorrow" Bobby said, trying to lighten the tension between them.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 01



"Take it." Natasha said, meaning it in every way possible. She was trying to leave the same effect he had on her, with him as well. But little did she not see, his dick was standing at full attention.

Bobby couldn't say anything. He was at lost for words.

1 WEEK LATER

"Bobby" Bobby's grandpa asked him from across the dining room table. "Boy!" He said again, after Bobby didn't respond the first time. Bobby quickly shot his eyes up at the man who had been calling him. His bald head shined from the light let in from the window behind him. 

"Yeah Pop?" He asked him, putting down his fork for the first time since he's gotten the plate. His grandfather had a sympathetic look on his face and creases on his forehead, right above his thick graying eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you boy? You actin' like you're having women problems." His grandfather said. Bobby then put elbow on the table and supported his head, unknowingly giving himself away to his grandparents.

"Are you heartbroken sugar?" His grandmother asked, her white hair pulled into a low ponytail. She had just gotten a new pitcher of water and was now looking Bobby right in the eyes with the same expression as his grandfather did.

"Not exactly." He said, confiding in his family. He knew them well enough to know they'd never stop bugging him about it. Even when he returned back to Rhode Island, they would still call him, worried.

"Then what is it?" His grandfather, Ollie, asked.

"I just," Bobby began, taking a deep breath in between the sentence. "I haven't heard from her in a week."

"A week? That's all? You must really like her, hm?" His grandmother, Gina asked. More like stated. She looked up from cutting her steak to give him a small smile and a raised eyebrow. Gina knew Bobby went through girls like underwear, she knew the time would come until he met his match. She was eager to meet this new woman who had her precious boy all worked up and stressed out. A rush of heat entered her stomach and halfway up her throat as she thought about Bobby being heartbroken. 

** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Bobby went to sleep that night thinking of her. Natasha was all he could ever think of at night, even when he fell asleep his cock reminded him of his dreams. He wondered what she tasted like, imagining her sweet taste on his lips and face. Bobby would love to indulge himself into her brown snatch. His eyes began drifting closed, his own breathing soothing him to sleep. His phone rang loudly on the dresser beside him and just as he went to grab his phone, he knocked over the digital close that lay right beside it. Bobby huffed in anger and finally answered the phone before the ringing ended.

"Yes?" He asked, a little irritated.

"Am I interrupting something?" The precious, sing-song voice said through the receiver. Bobby took a deep breath, wanting to soothe his emotions before he spoke. He took in just how much he missed her at this moment.

"N-no, absolutely not. What's going on?" He asked, rolling onto his back.

"I was wondering what you were doing tomorrow night." She asked, nervously. 

"Um, nothing actually." He said, happily. He would be leaving tomorrow afternoon and he had plans on being back in Rhode Island before 4 o'clock.

"Do you wanna... do something... or something?" Natasha asked. She was slapping herself in the forehead in one of those 'Shoulda' had a V8' moments. Bobby chuckled lightly at her apparent edgy tension.

"Sure, let's go golfing." He suggested. He knew Natasha would be up for anything.

"Okay sounds great." She said.

"I'll pick you up at 7." He said quietly, smiling to himself.

** * * * * * * * * 

Bobby sat in the dark car, patiently waiting for his date. Her porch light was on he could see she tended her garden recently. It was clean and neat, the floral pattern completely defined. Bobby was anxiously assessing and observing everything outside her house. Just as he was turning up the music, tapping his thumb lightly on the wheel, Natasha stepped out. 

She took the venture down the 3 steps connecting her porch and ground level gracefully. Natasha opened the door to Bobby's BMW and sat into the car. Bobby was temporarily paralyzed by the sweet smell he tried to memorize and replicate late at night mentally. She looked at him and he was looking back at her, a sexy half smile on his lips. He cuffed the side of her soft face and guided her over towards his lips. He took her bottom lip, sucking on it and enjoying the light sound it left in the empty almost silent car. He kissed her tenderly at first, but as Natasha was remembering the heat and longing she had for this man, she intensified the kiss unconsciously. Bobby could feel the need, the passion in her kisses and he knew she wanted him to, probably right there in the car. 

She's worked up; don't take advantage of her horniness. It's clouding her judgment. Bobby tried to convince himself. He pulled away and took a deep breath, looking down in his lap, where his dick was beginning to double in size. He laughed lightly.

"I wasn't expecting that." He said.

"I'm sorry.." Natasha said in a small voice, she looked to the right and into her neighbors yard. She was somewhat ashamed; she was acting like a ravenous animal on their second date. If her cheeks could be red, they would be. It had been so long since she had a man, kiss her so sweetly and touch her so delicately. She can't even recall the last time she had sex. Bobby makes her want it all, at that exact moment. 

"It's okay Natasha." Bobby said, watching her. He wanted her to make eye contact but she wouldn't turn back to face him. So he took her soft hand and held it snugly in his. Bobby drove fast, but Natasha enjoyed it. It gave her a light rush. Within minutes they pulled up to the MiniGolfPlaza. 

Bobby parked the car and Natasha took it upon herself to open her own door. But she smiled as she noticed Bobby's intentions. Bobby used this time to embrace what she was wearing.

Her hair was pulled into the mid-high ponytail, hanging freely down her neck. Her bang was side swept and her small gold hoops made her face glow. Her breasts were perky in the red, cotton material blouse that was cut with a V-neck. Her dark jeans fit her plump ass. Plus the brown sandals matched her pistachio green toenails that of course, went with the fingernails. 

Bobby opened the front door for her just as Natasha thanked him. He took this opportunity to admire her curves, the booty being his top priority. He couldn't wait until the day he finally got the feel it. Bobby paid for their rounds and picked out their clubs.

It was some type of adults night, and luckily there weren't any kids here. But Bobby couldn't help but notice the stares Natasha was getting from the men around the bar. They watched her intently, as she was the only beautiful woman in the room. 

Natasha was fixing herself around the first hole and easily made it in with a hole in one. Bobby tried it out and did the same thing. That was an easy one.

"What'd you do this weekend?" Natasha asked Bobby as he lined up his club, thinking of the best way to hit the ball. Natasha cocked her head to one side, admiring her man. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and grey cargo pants, which she noticed he wore a lot. 

"I went to my grandparent's house in Delaware." He stated, finally making it in. It took his 4 hits and Natasha knew she could beat that. She placed her ball down and ruled herself up.

"Oh okay, did you eat well?" She asked, already knowing him too well. They both laughed in harmony.

"Of course I did... How are you eating?" Bobby asked, noticing her weight loss since the last time they met. Her face was getting much slimmer and her ass was losing mass. Bobby would not let this continue to happen.

"Well, ya' know, trying to eat whenever I can." She said, but when she laughed, she was the only one laughing. She looked back at Bobby who gave her a stern look, indicating he found nothing about what she said humorous. Natasha gave him a sympathetic look and moved to the next hole. She had made it in 4 hits and their scores were pretty close. Bobby beating her with only a few points. Bobby took position.

"How's work?" She asked him.

"Going well, tiring of course. Maybe one day I'll pick you up for lunch. You work just a few blocks away." He said, honestly.

"I know the feeling and that would be great." She said, remembering how tired she's been the past few days. She felt as if she could sleep that entire month, never waking up. But she would love to have lunch with Bobby, it would highlight her work day.

"You aren't working too hard right?" Bobby said, still focusing on his shot. Natasha's nostrils flared and she had to contain some of her anger to fit the environment she was in right now.

"I didn't know I had a father named Bobby?" She said, rage dripping from her words. Bobby could've sworn he heard her hiss. He turned around immediately at her change of tone. Her face held wrinkles of anger and her arms crossed her chest.

"Excuse me?" Bobby said, walking over to her. 

"Stop acting like my damn dad. I thought we were on a fucking date? You've been grilling me since we got here." Natasha whispered, their faces were inches away. Bobby wanted to be angry with the way he was being spoken to, but she was completely right. Natasha had every reason to be upset and Bobby focused his attention on now, calming her down.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you." He said, brushing the back of his hand against her jaw bone. His knuckles glided on the skin and he could see in her eyes, she was calmed. She nuzzled up to his hand a little more, embracing the gesture. She locked eyes with him for a moment.

"I know, I just wanted to have fun..." She said, suddenly looking beyond Bobby, diverting the eye contact. Bobby held her chin up to his, forcing her to look at him. He bent down just the slightest amount to plant a quick kiss on her soft plush lips. 

"I'm sorry." He said, striding back to his ball.

Natasha felt the slightest bit of tension between them and she didn't like it. So she stood behind Bobby thinking of a way to avert the residue of their last incident. 

"Sweety, I hope you know you aren't going to win." She said, looking into her nails. She picked out a piece of lint stuck in between her nail bed and acrylics. Bobby looked over to her with his world-renowned half smile and chuckled lightly at her confidence. Bobby made a perfect hole in one and Natasha gulped lightly. Bobby laughed at her apparent nervousness and stepped back for her to try.

Natasha sat for about 2 seconds deciding which approach she would take. Once she figured it out she took a deep breath and lined herself up with the ball. She gave it a firm, perfect tap and it was a hole in one! Natasha did a shriek that was a little too loud and threw her manicured fingers into the air followed by a happy snap. Bobby laughed.

This was their last hole and Natasha and Bobby were neck in neck. Natasha was only 2 points behind him and she was determined to win. She watched Bobby intently as he aligned himself. His brow was furrowed lightly. Natasha was temporarily mesmerized by his sex appeal. He was muscular yet toned. Natasha thought about that day he carried her to bed.

I am not a light girl either. She thought, eyebrow mentally raised. She wished she could have been conscious enough to enjoy the feeling; she hadn't been carried in... awhile. She was 5"7 and her bones were dense, plus she packed on the curves. 

Bobby made the shot in 5 hits. Natasha was confident she would make it in 3. Bobby watched her the way Natasha did him. Her bright, spring colored nails wrapped around the club. Bobby thought of how he wished her hands grabbed his cock that way. She bent over a little, showing off her perfect body. 

"You love getting your nails done huh?" Bobby decided he'd say. He wasn't exactly trying to distract her, he was somewhat curious.

"You're very observant." She asked, looking up at him. Her hand was on her hip, sexily. Bobby shrugged.

"When it comes to you I am." He said, watching her uncomfort set in after he flirted with her. He smiled at her vulnerability at that moment. Natasha knew she was wide open and she didn't like that. She needed control over her emotions, next thing you know she's being irrational and ends up heartbroken. She's been there too many times to be there again.

"Well, some people would call that being weird. What else did you notice Mr. Walton?" She said. She remembered eyeing his debit cards' surname as he paid for their rounds for golf. 

"I noticed you love to shop, crochet, read and learn about the Earth and animals." He said. When he was tucking her into bed, there were too many shopping bags still full of clothes next to her bed. There was also yarn and a hook on her nightstand. Right beside the crochet equipment was her cheetah print Nook. Bobby could see her love of animals and nature by just walking into her house.

Natasha looked at him, wide eyed. 

Damn, how does he know all that? She thought to herself. It was only their second date. Then she remembered, she knew a few things about him as well. She smirked to herself and looked back to her golf ball.

"What do you know about me?" Bobby said, reading her mind. But in actuality he was truly curious.

"I know you play basketball, you hate bell peppers, you like ass, music and bottoms with anything cargo." She said.

Bobby laughed loudly, she was so cute and witty. He watched her for another moment. She was a beautiful person, inside and out. He could see himself with her for awhile. He was never worried about a woman the way he was worried about Natasha. If it were any other girl, he wouldn't give two shits. But he wanted to nurse Natasha back to her full figured, healthy self as if she were his flesh and blood. He would get some food in her before this night was over.

Natasha made it with 3 hits and she cheered silently and circled her Bobby in victory. Bobby laughed at her cheerfulness as they walked back to the golf club rack. Once she hung up their clubs, Natasha turned to him expectantly. 

"So..." She started "What's my prize?" She said like a little kid. Bobby bent down to her face and she closed her eyes expectantly. Bobby smiled, only centimeters from her lips. Her lips were pulled out just the slightest amount and Bobby used all his will power to not close the distance between them. He spotted the bar behind her. Natasha's eyes opened, wondering why her kiss was taking longer to get started then it should've. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion at his grin.

"Pizza." He whispered. 

Natasha pierced holes into Bobby with her eyes. 

They now sat at a booth in the corner of the room. Bobby sat the plate in front of Natasha. She didn't realize how hungry she was until she felt the heat radiating off of the hot cheese pizza. She picked it up and took a big bite, wiping her mouth afterward. Bobby watched her gracefulness, admiring her beauty. Natasha felt awkward under his intense gaze, his eyes filled with a emotion she knew nothing about. Suddenly he spoke.

"Why are you single?" Bobby asked, Natasha was surprised. She didn't quite understand what he meant.

"What do you mean?" She asked, eyebrows pushed together tightly and her head cocked to one side.

"What happened to your last boyfriend?" He asked, restating his last question. Natasha quickly looked away from him, not liking the emotions she was feeling. Her last boyfriend was a fine man named Terrance. Terrance was a 5"9 caramel goddess. He was heaven the first month of their relationship; he opened doors, called her daily and flowers in her office once she arrived were not a surprise. He had light brown eyes and full lips, she was completely in love with him. She never thoroughly talked about their breakup. But she was feeling the emotions now.

"We just broke up." She said. Bobby's eyes shut just the slightest amount. Her whole demeanor changed and she seemed so small in the booth seat. She hunched over her plate, her eyes lowered and her personality nowhere to be found. 

"He hurt you?" Bobby stated, more than asked. Whoever could be so blind as to hurt such a caring and wonderful woman needed a slot in a mental asylum. She was everything any man could ever want, just the right amount of feminism, so much hard work, mean cooking skills and love for every person on this Earth. Plus her love for the Earth. She didn't respond though, Natasha was remembering all the suffering she went through the last month of their relationship and the last 6 months after its ending. 

Terrance was so impatient, he was accustomed to getting sex when he asked. But Natasha wasn't like that; the most premium man in the world couldn't make her give up her morals and beliefs. Natasha was pressured day in and out and after she had a meaningful (in her opinion) heart to heart with Terrance the snide comments about how she refused to give up the goods ended. But so did his 'love' for her. He almost never came over, called once or twice a week and the flowers on her desk ended. But through all this, he insisted on them still being a couple.

Natasha was driving to work one day, and saw her boyfriend Terrance holding a blonde haired, blue eyed toddler and kissing a woman goodbye as he entered his building. The woman was nothing like her; she was white. She was blonde, small, slim and beautiful. Natasha wouldn't have been as upset if this woman was a spitting image of herself. Her self confidence was ruined, she felt so unwanted. It took a long time for to regain control over herself, and this was the ending of her transition. But here she was, letting these emotions take control of her again. One tear slid straight down into her lap and was glad it didn't slide down her cheek. She looked into the eyes of Bobby and was confused as to why this man wanted anything to do with her.

Bobby reached across the table for her hand and was surprised when she pulled it away. Bobby knew he shouldn't have brought the ex's up. He huffed in defeat and Natasha played with her fingers in her lap. 

"You ready to go?" Bobby asked her after they sat for a few more minutes in silence. She nodded and he took her plate. Bobby threw it away and walked beside Natasha. Bobby doesn't think she lifted her head since he brought up the topic at the table. But Natasha silently slipped her hand through his as they walked out of the plaza. Bobby gave it a light, reassuring squeeze and guided her back to the car. They rode hand in hand.

"Walk me to the door." Natasha said, feeling him leaning in for the typical kiss in the car. She wanted more. He complied and they slowly walked up the concrete walk.

"Thank you." She said, looking up at him. He looked back at her. It was dark and the porch light was the only light around. Natasha's skin glowed and Bobby watched her, with his eyes glazed. He winded his hand around her waist and Natasha went entirely limp, letting him take over. She rested her hands on his biceps. Her breathing deepened and she watched his lips. Her lips parted slightly, and Bobby took lead with this invitation. Natasha's lips matched Bobby's and he kissed her so delicately. Their sucking sounds made Natasha shiver. His kisses turned more intense and his growled rumbled in her throat as his hands moved South.

"Can I touch you?" He asked into her neck. Natasha panted lightly behind him. She nodded in his neck and that's all he needed. He took it in his hands impatiently. Bobby moaned loudly in her ear and she knew she was drenched. This was the one thing that guaranteed her arousal. She growled lightly in Bobby's ear and his cock clenched. He grabbed her ass in one hand and folded it almost completely. Natasha winced a little, but put it aside. 




Unexpected Interest Ch. 01



He just ain't ever felt ass like this. Natasha convinced herself, trying to justify his need to be so rough. He spanked her one good time and she jumped in his arms. Natasha was taken by surprise. But he went back to palming her. Bobby was in ecstasy, he was finally touching this ass he dreamed of for the past 2 weeks. It was so soft, not firm at all. It was perfectly round. Bobby took both hands and ran them down this perfect curve. Once his fingertips entered the cave that housed her pussy, he felt the heat. Her pussy was boiling with encouragement and Natasha squirmed a little in his arms. Her sudden intake of breath only made Bobby want more.

"Open the door." Bobby whispered. Natasha's eyes flew open and Bobby felt her rigidness. He pulled her away to look into her eyes and saw the hesitation. Bobby suddenly felt bad for putting the pressure on her; he let his emotions overtake what he knew about this woman. He didn't want to ruin what he had with her because he was taking things too fast.

"I'm sorry. I'm being a pig, I was just think-"

"It's okay. I should've stopped you." Natasha cut home off, smiling slightly.

"No, I just forgot how you were." Bobby said.

"And how am I?" Natasha asked, curiously. 

"Very slow and careful." He kissed her lightly. "I'll call you later" He smiled at her, and gave her ass one light pat. He strolled down to his car with his hands in his pockets and pep in his stride. Natasha smiled at her man then turned back to the door.



Unexpected Interest Ch. 02



Hi again! I'm sooooo ecstatic with all the feedback the first post got. I'm definitely taking to the criticism and the compliments. Keep it coming! And enjoy

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Natasha was jumping out of bed an hour early. Today she had a case hearing with work. She needed to make sure she was feeling good and looking good too. In two days her date would finally be happening and that was more than enough to put an extra pep in her stride. She strolled over to her radio that has had its better days and turned it on with the volume very low. It was still early and her neighbors may be still asleep.

Her feet padded on the hardwood floor into her closet. She had an idea on her outfit last night and decided to try it out. She pulled off her grey pencil skirt and deep blue button down. She tried it on and looked into her mirror to finalize the look. It hugged her in the right places and she looked so chic. Natasha decided to wear her glasses for a more professional look instead of her contacts. She pulled her hair into a tight bun and she had over 2 hours left until she was to leave for the court hall. She huffed at all her extra time and decided to do her makeup.

She did something neutral and light, but making her cheeks highlight her face. It only took a few minutes and she was still stuck with time. She walked slowly over to the kitchen, humming the Natasha Benningfield song playing on the radio. She pulled out a skillet and lightly sauced it with butter, getting it ready for her organic eggs. As it heated she walked over to Iodine. He was sitting there peacefully, chewing on something that wasn't there. Natasha opened his cage and caressed his fur tenderly. He burrowing up to her hand, showing he wanted more. She stroked him a little longer, slightly smiling to herself. Natasha fed him and closed the cage back. She then walked to her sink to wash her hands, he needed a bath and he's been out in the garden a lot lately.

Natasha began beating her eggs in their own bowl, her skillet was bubbling lightly and it was ready for cooking the eggs. She added seasoned salt, ham pieces and pepper. As the time went past, she grew more nervous about her case. It was her 5th case in the last 3 weeks and each time she got jitters a few hours before she arrived. Today she was representing a local organic grocer who was suing a farmer for using pesticides and hormones in the crops without letting the organic grocer know. Natasha's heart was hurting from the discovery and she also held a little biased; she shopped at the Organic Food Stop frequently. Using pesticides on organic food, whether it be to stop bugs or promote faster and larger growth makes the organic food anything but that.

Natasha scrambled her eggs for a few more minutes. Once she was satisfied she put the eggs on a small brown plate rimmed with green vines. She grabbed a fork, poured some orange juice, and went to find her purse which contained her Nook. Natasha loved to read, her favorite genres: historical fiction, mystery and of course romance. But right now she was in the midst of finishing a book on Katharine of Argon. Natasha loved this woman; she was such a strong figure. Her arranged marriage was rare; she really loved him. Although his younger brother was seen as more of a future King of Wales by his country and his father, he still had love in his heart. But Arthur dies, and Natasha had actually shed a tear for him and Katharine. Katharine was now stranded in England, her father not caring too much about her well being and her mother passing a year after her departure from Spain. But now the king was insisting she marry Arthur's handsome, spoiled, mischievous brother and she was nearly 9 years younger than him.

She sat at the table reading her Nook, enjoying her solitude. Natasha's mind wandered though, she thought of her sister and her family. Then she thought of her parents living happily together. Bobby was next, his smooth skin beside hers. She shivered, remembering the heated moments they shared together a few days ago. She got her keys, cell phone, brief case, and purse and headed out the door, locking it behind her.

Natasha cruised slowly down the roads, enjoying the lightly beaming sky. It was still murky with sleep but the sun was fighting its way through. She eventually pulled up at the court house with a few minutes to spare. She invited some of her employees to watch the case from the audience. They were eager and curious, as some of them were new to this. She happily agreed to be their study for the day. Natasha strolled into the court house with her blazer on her arm. She saw some of her staff standing by the door already, they were talking quietly. She was pleased to see all of her new additions to the company had decided to attend.

"Good morning everyone." She said bubbly, a smile on her face. She used her business voice which already made her sound in high spirits but now she was forcing it. No one seemed to notice. Cindy, a black haired brown eyed girl gave her a light smile and returned her introduction

"Morning Ms. Ellis" and the other 4 soon followed.

Goodness Natasha, just calm down. She said to herself. She was getting so restless. She took a deep breath and felt at ease.

"Are you nervous?" Jimmy asked. Jimmy sat on the bench, looking up at her with skeptical eyes. Natasha smiled at his attempt at terrorization. She shook her head lightly and took a glance into the court room. It was full of people.

"Not too much. Once I get up there I'll be fine. It's common for me to feel edgy right before I begin." She tried to explain. She wanted to keep this day educational, as these people would one day be doing what she's about to do.

"First rule is to tell your defendant to be early. This will give you two time to run over some things. But more importantly you two can get an unspoken bond right before the case starts." Everyone gave her weird looks.

"It's unexplainable. But trust me it's true." Natasha said, defending herself. She pivoted a little and was able to see Eugene, her defendant standing by the entrance. He was the owner of the organic food store. They locked eyes for a moment and he strode over to her. He was wearing dark slacks and a dark grey button down. He was 5"6 and somewhat pudgy. But overall he was a nice man, very committed to his store. Natasha felt badly once he told her he lost tons of business with this little escapade about his produce not even being organic.

"Hey Natasha, you ready?" He asked approaching her. Natasha nodded reassuringly.

"Oh, these are my employees. They came to watch. This is Mr. Rayes." Natasha said, motioning towards him. They said hello and shook hands.

"Okay, we're going in." Natasha told them. She walked through the big court room doors and everyone was talking busily. She spotted the farmer and his lawyer already placed on the left side of the court. She spotted some more of her employees sitting in the aisle behind the empty table and she lightly waved. The bench they were sitting at had a few more extra seats in them, they must be holding them for the others sitting outside the court room. Natasha took the seat nearby the aisle and Eugene sat beside her. She opened her briefcase and pulled out her documents.

"All rise!" The bailiff said. Natasha quickly stood, smoothing out her skirt in the process. The judge appeared and sat down. He eyed the farmer and his lawyer then looked in the direction of Natasha.

Natasha felt completely naked by the way he was looking at her. He looked at her hungrily with so much pressure in his judgments, but he also looked at her as if she wasn't capable of this task called court. His eyebrow was raised in amusement and he gave the clue for everyone to sit. Natasha did so and was now very confused. But she just focused on winning the case.

"Mrs. Ellis?" The judge asked her. Was he flirting with her or was this an honest mistake? He was a little older with white temples and smooth brown skin. He was definitely handsome but he was too old for her, plus she was focused on Bobby.

"Ms." Natasha corrected.

"Okay, well will you be so kind as to explain the reason of your attendance here today?" He asked. Natasha didn't need to look at Eugene to see he was stifling a smile.

"Of course. My defendant owns an organic grocery which means the food is free of pesticides, antibiotics, hormones and other unnatural chemicals. But Mr. McDonald has violated his contract with this grocery by using growth hormones and bug repellants in his foods at Mr. Rayes' expense. My defendant has lost a reputation, customers and most importantly money by Mr. McDonalds' irresponsible antics." Natasha said sternly. She looked over to the enemy and they both looked straight ahead.

"Well, well, well. Mr. Ying." The judge began; this must have been the lawyer's name. "Can you explain your presence here?" Judge said.

"My defendant has no recollection of signing a document. Nor does Mr. Rayes have proof of any chemicals being used in his products."

"Do you have documentation of this contract?" Judge said to Natasha. She pulled out the contract from her briefcase and handed it to the bailiff. The judge studied it silently.

"It looks as if you did sign this Mr. McDonald." He said.

"I did not Your Honor." He had an accent, but Natasha couldn't identify it immediately.

"Your Honor, may I say that genetically modifying a food is something that is more visibly changing than genetically changing. My defendant has compared the obviously tainted characteristics of his organic food and Mr. McDonald's. He's a professional with the majority of natural groceries and would be more than fit to recognize these transformations. We have done trial tests as well." Natasha reached into her briefcase and pulled out a packet of pictures. Each page held 2 photos of the same foods. One was organic after 30 days of being left out in the open and the other was the altered food left out for 30 days too. The differences in the decayed stages were more than apparent.

"I do see the difference between the two. If not the moldy aspect but the size as well." The judge said. He looked at Mr. Ying.

"My client has upgraded his seeds within the last few months. They grow much stronger products and require the same amount of work as his old seeds." Mr. Ying said.

"How is it that such a difference between 2 seeds sprouting the same products can produce such a significant gap in quality?" Natasha said directly to Mr. Ying. He looked away from the Judge and held her eyes intently. Natasha could feel herself getting hot.

"Natural Selection is a wonderful thing Ms. Ellis." He said to her.

"Natural Selection is for evolution in the wild Mr. Ying. These are farm grown plants that are very rarely growing on their own. Natural selection is altered by such acts as Mr. McDonald. Needless to say that it's almost impossible for plants to perform natural selection." Natasha said back to him.

Natural selection is when an animal picks a mate based on its best fit traits. This sparks up evolution. If a lion and a lioness want to mate, the lion will need to fight another male. Whoever wins is clearly the stronger male, therefore he passes on his strong traits to his son. The son is almost guaranteed his father's strength but many other conquering lions have as well. So he will have to fight even stronger lion's in the future. This is how natural selection is begun.

"Order!" The judge said, feeling the tension between the two lawyers beginning to grown into something uncontainable. Natasha knew once she got started there would be no stopping her. She took a heavy breath and turned her eyes back to the judge.  

"Your Honor is there any way we can see his taxes?" Natasha said, feeling a like she had this judge wrapped around her finger. Mr. Ying snapped his head over in her direction at her tone of voice and ludicrous request.

"Mr. McDonald do you have your taxes?" The judge asked.

"Um, no Your Honor." He said, startled by the question.

"Find me his taxes." He told a woman standing beside him. She scurried out the room. McDonald looked somewhat scared. The secretary was back within minutes and the Judge's eyes widened as he read it. Natasha wanted to read it with him because he was taking a bit too long for her taste. He looked up at Natasha, seeing her anxiousness and smiled lightly.

"Mr. McDonald it looks as if you have filed over 90 gallons, 12,000 dollars worth of stock solution pesticides on your taxes this early February." He said. Natasha was beaming rays as Mr. McDonald's brow became hot with sweat. He gulped and said nothing. Natasha could tell from Mr. Ying's face that he had no idea about his client filing the pesticides on his taxes.

"I order that Mr. McDonald pay Mr. Rayes 70,000 dollars to compensate his annual growth for this year and write a letter of apology to his customers to be published in the Rhode Island weekly paper." He hit his gavel and her employees clapped excitedly. Natasha was containing her excitement until she left the court room. She closed her brief case and headed out the big double doors with confidence in her strides as the people on both sides of her clapped wildly. As soon as they were out of reach her workers and Mr. Rayes gathered her into a big hug.

**********

1 WEEK LATER

Bobby was visiting his grandparents again. He usually didn't go so often but he was missing them a lot. He walked through the door to find his grandparents on their couch relaxing. As he rotated to close the door his grandmother smiled pleasingly at him from her seat. Bobby decided to surprise them with a visit.

"What are you doing here?" His grandfather asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity. Bobby closed the door lightly behind him and sat on the couch 1 cushion down from his grandmother.

"Nice to see you too Pop." Bobby replied sighing. He looked to see they were watching some daytime talk show. As he focused his attention on the TV he saw a paper on the small coffee table beside the couch. Bobby picked it up and read it. It was a co-pay receipt for the St. Francis hospital with his grandfather's name on it.

"How was your appointment?" Bobby asked. He looked up to see his grandparents' eyes and the whole ambiance of the room changed around him. He knew something happened. He raised his eyebrow waiting for one of them to respond while his heart raced in anxiety. His grandfather averted his hazel watchers and his already low lids closed even lower as he looked into his lap. Bobby was a health freak and they knew it. If one thing was wrong with either of their diets or well being, they wouldn't hear the end of it until the situation was gone.

"Um.. Poppy's blood pressure is perfect, couldn't be any better." Gina started but Bobby could see in her eyes that she wasn't finished. She was doing that classic sugar coating thing, lay down a thick layer of sugar to make sure the layer of salt didn't taste too bad. "But he has type 2 diabetes."

"What?" Bobby spat at his grandmother, unable to hold back his tongue. His grandfather was 77 years old and he needed to be in his best shape. Being so carless with his health is a sure way to shorten his life and Bobby has told them this time after time. But they continue to eat without any limitations. Bobby shook his head, directing his vision away from his family back to the TV.

"Bobby, it's under control. Don't even worry about it." Ollie said. Bobby's head snapped up at this unbelievable comment. It was as if they didn't know him, they didn't understand how important they were to him.

"You two need to get it together down here." He said sharper than he wanted it to be. But his anger couldn't be hidden; he wanted them to feel his opinion.

"Watch it." His grandmother said, pointing her finger in his path to signal her restriction with his attitude.

"Whatever, you two obviously don't want to be here long enough to see my kids." He said putting his elbow on the arm of the chair and placing his head on his hands. He thought of his future kids that were now dormant in Natasha's womb, they'll be active and growing before long. As if his family sensed his thoughts they eyed him expectantly.

"That time will be here sooner than expected." Gina said laughing. She changed the whole mood in just that one second. This was her specialty.

"Within 6 months maybe." Ollie said joining in on the laughter. Bobby kept his face straight though, not quite done with his mission to get through to them. Plus 6 months was way too soon, he needed some more time to develop what they had first. Then the next step would be to get their last names on the same page.

"Can you start eating more fruits and vegetables please? Nice healthy foods. No more fried cooking." Bobby asked with persuasive eyes.

"We'll try. Your cousin has been asking about you." His grandmother said. Bobby's cousin, William lived a few streets away from his grandparents. William was a hilarious 25 year old man getting his masters in fashion. His sexuality as a gay male didn't bother anyone in his family. Bobby missed him a lot and was considering inviting him to hang out later tonight.

"I've been missing him too. I'll probably ask if he wants to do something tonight." Bobby said eyeing the health bill in his hands.

**********

Bobby was walking into the pizza bistro he invited his cousin to earlier that day. He strolled through the crowded restaurant with his eyes scanning feverishly. He spotted his cousin at a booth outside on the patio. He was wearing a brown blazer with black fitted jeans. Bobby approached him and he smiled affectionately. He had always been so fashionable, even as a kid. Bobby remembered their life growing up, they seemed to like the same things for a few years but soon they began to do things differently. When he was in middle school he was so delicate. Bobby was reckless and rough with everything but William was someone who appreciated order and delicateness. So when he announced his preference of gender, it wasn't a surprise to have favorite cousin.

Bobby was taken aback at how much of his mother he saw in his cousin at that moment. His smile crinkled the same parts of his face as his mother's did. William stood to hug him and Bobby embraced his scent. They sat down and the candle in front of them beamed lightly.

"What's going on man? I haven't seen you in forever." Bobby said picking up the menu simultaneously.

"Not much really. Just trying to keep up with school." He said.

"I heard you're doing pretty well though. The stress will surpass." Bobby said, his cousin was very lazy. He knew that if he had the opportunity to quit he would. But his mother would really be on his case about it, she wasn't one to put up with any of William's bullshit. Bobby's aunt pushed her son to his fullest potential.

"I know. How are things with you?" He asked looking down into his menu.

"Pretty well, it's hard to be so far from family though." Bobby said running his fingers through his hair briefly. Bobby moved for more opportunity but once he got to Rhode Island, he realized how convenient it was to have family in the same state.

"Well, I'd say you're doing fine based on what I've heard." William said eyeing him with his lips pursed, indicating he knew something Bobby wouldn't expect him to. Bobby laughed lightly.

"What have you heard?" He asked.

"There's a special mystery woman keeping you company in Rhode Island."

Bobby smiled. "Mystery woman? Is this what we're calling her now?" He knew his grandmother had something to do with this uncreative name.

"Nobody seems to know anything about her." William shrugged. "So I guess it is."

"You'll know about her when I'm ready, it's only been a few weeks." Bobby said, but he was feeling her visitation to Delaware vastly approaching. The waitress walked over to their table.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 02



"Hello, My name is Cindy and I'll be your server today." She said laying napkins on the table. Bobby looked up at her and her pixie cut framed her short face. She locked eyes with Bobby and he felt suddenly uncomfortable.

"Can I get you two something to drink?" She asked.

"Um, Coors please." Bobby said, feeling her gaze on him. He made sure not to make eye contact, her flirtation was piercing and very unwelcomed.

"Strawberry daiquiri." William said.

"No problem, be right back." And with that she was off back into the crowd of people to gather their drinks. Bobby couldn't help but watch her walk away, but not trying to admire her backside. Ever since he started dating Natasha he had this bad habit of comparing every woman's ass to the perfect one he kept hallucinating of. Natasha's was still holding the gold medal that symbolized her champion title.

"You're birthday is coming up huh?" Bobby asked him with a light smile.

"Yep, not sure what to do though. I was thinking about some concert tickets or a vacation." He said in his own world.

"As a gift or a treat to yourself?" Bobby asked incredulously. Who the hell was paying for that. He remembered his life as a college student and it was difficult to pay for anything.

"As a gift of course. I'm a poor ass college student, I cannot afford all that." He said rolling his eyes at Bobby. He laughed and leaned back in his chair.

"From whom?" Bobby asked wondering who was treating such an extravagant gift.

"This guy." William said bashfully. Bobby raised an eyebrow.

"He must be more than just a guy to be considering kicking out money for a birthday vacation." Bobby said crossing his arms. William threw his hand lightly in the air to signal it as no big deal.

"I'm back." Cindy chimed, interrupting the conversation. She placed down the drinks and took out her note pad.

"Ready to order?" She asked. Bobby made the mistake of looking at her and she flirtatiously smiled in his direction, her cheeks getting pink.

"I'll take the Pepperoni Build." William said to her.

"I'm gonna get the Spinach" Bobby said. She wrote quickly.

"Okay, sounds great." She pivoted on her heel and walked out of view.

"She is so flirting with you. But it seems Mystery Woman has you whipped huh? You barely looked at her, and not to mention she is just your type." William said, taking a sip of his drink while never leaving Bobby's gaze. Bobby shook his head.

"Not at all." Bobby tried to be convincing but it's hard when you don't even believe what your saying is true. Natasha did have a bit of control over him but he doubted she realized it. William laughed whole heartedly.

"Please Bobby. Just bring her home soon." He said, looking into the night beside them. The bistro was right beside a street that wasn't too busy tonight.

"I will, I will."

"You should be worried about grandma though, she can be intimidating." William said and Bobby knew it was true. But then he knew his girl, she could handle anything. She was a strong woman and the fact that she was charming would only be a plus.

"She can handle it, she's tough." Bobby said. William gave him a raised eyebrow.

"What is she a tomboy?" William asked.

"No, not at all."

"A tough girly girl?" William asked. Bobby laughed, that's exactly what she was.

"Exactly."

"Does she have a big butt?" William asked, catching on quickly.

"It's unusually perfect." Bobby said as he began day dreaming about that solid body. The wonderful pear with a hint of hourglass silhouette and the round bottom he had felt and grabbed on only a week ago.

"Not unusual for a black woman though." William said casually. Bobby snapped his head back in his direction at his bold accusation.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"She's black." He said casually.

"How'd you know?"

"Girly and tough enough to deal with your grandmother? Come on Bobby. I think it's cool you're stepping out of your usual strain of women, the switch was for the better." William said genuinely. Bobby's phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out eagerly.

Did you forget about me already? ;)

It was Natasha. If a texting face could get him aroused at all, this would be it. The last thing he could do is forget about that woman, and he replied to tell her so.

The food arrived just as he completed his text and Cindy was still locking his gaze. Bobby fidgeted in his seat, Natasha being on his mind was making her progression even more uncomfortable. William was the only one to thank her this time.

"Can I get you anything else?" Cindy asked.

"Nope." Bobby replied, getting ready to indulge his small pie of pizza. He was starving and was happy he was finally about to satisfy himself.

"Okay, enjoy." Cindy turned around and was now out of view.

"How's your sister?" Bobby asked. His cousin, Elizabeth, was 7 months pregnant with her 3rd child. Bobby knew there would be no stopping her, and he often doubted if the couple ever used any type of contraceptive. Her first born was only 2 years old. But she was a great mother and her husband was a hard worker. William rolled his eyes at Bobby.

"She's doing well I guess, it's about that time of year again though, so I'm keeping my distance." William said.

"What time of year?" Bobby asked curious.

"The time of pregnancy. I can't even remember how she looked not pregnant. Plus she's always in a bad mood. I don't have time for that." William said, cutting his pizza and using his fork to place a piece into his mouth. Bobby couldn't help but laugh at the attitude and truthfulness of his words.

"Well, hopefully this is the last one." Bobby said.

"Doubt it, but I'm hopeful too." He said. "Mother's Day is going to be hectic." He said, sucking his teeth in frustration.

"I know, I have to figure out the gifts." Bobby began.

"That would be the perfect time to bring Mystery Woman along to meet the family. You'll have in a month of dating by then." William said, taking a sip of his drink. Bobby was barely eating, his thoughts too immersed in the future. But he took a bite and waited for it to go down to respond.

"Maybe I will. Her name's Natasha too." Bobby said, knowing William would spread that information around the family like a plague. He was hoping to get this Mystery Woman shit out of their systems and get them into the habit of referring to her name.

"Hm, beautiful name." William said into his plate, his hands busied with cutting.

"Did you know Poppy had diabetes?" Bobby decided to ask.

"What? No I didn't. I'm sure you won't let that get too out of hand. You're crazy when it comes to that." William said, wiping his lips with his napkin.

"Damn right. It's a shame I'm the only one concerned." Bobby said, directing it to William a little bit. William felt his blow and looked up at Bobby.

"I am concerned. But I know their grown people and at the end of the day, they'll eat what they want. I have no control, just some influence." He said. William was right, but Bobby knew his relationship with them wasn't as intimate. Bobby was raised by his grandparents when his mother was sick and his stepfather was never around.

"Whatever man. I'm doing what I think is best for them." He said taking a bite of his pizza. William shrugged.

1 WEEK LATER

It was Friday and Natasha sighed as she plopped onto the couch. Today had been a pretty rough day, she spilled her cappuccino all over her skirt this morning to start the day off. She hadn't had any breakfast and was looking forward to her assistant's annual Starbucks walk. But as she lifted the cup to her lips, the cardboard wrap that was meant to protect her hands from the heat shifted up to the lid causing it to come off completely and slip right through her hands. Then she worked her normal amount of arduous work and skipped lunch. When it was finally time to go, she left a trail of dust behind her, not even looking back.

Natasha was unbuttoning her slacks whilst sitting on the comfy couch. She didn't even have the strength to lean up to the coffee table to get the remote. She let her eyes drift close, enjoying the silence. When Natasha awoke she was in complete darkness, the windows that had once allowed the evening light to bleed through were dark blue, almost black. She got up and swiftly walked over to where she threw her bag when she arrived home. She checked her phone to find it was 7:30 and Bobby hadn't called.

She walked to Iodine's cage and scooped him out and held him. She scratched his back and the spot behind his ears while he moved his whiskers that tickled her fingers.

"Hi Diney. How you doin' bud?" She whispered. Once she finished cooing sweet words to her rabbit she furrowed her brow at herself, realizing she was completely insane for talking to her pet this way. She giggled to herself, and doing this only made her further believe her accusations. Then she placed her bunny back in his cage and fed him some food before she grabbed a banana for herself.

Natasha finished her banana on the way to her bedroom. She threw the phone onto her bed and stripped to nothing, preparing for her shower. She pulled her hair into a bun and put on her shower cap to protect it from the water. Natasha put the water only an inch away from its highest point of heat. She couldn't shower in cold water.

She scrubbed herself in her vanilla Bath and Body Works wash and used the Neutrogena scrub on her face. The heat and steam released her muscles and as she thought about Bobby, they released even further. She could feel her nether region ache a little between her thighs. She sighed as she began to imagine Bobby's large muscles flex as he pumped her with his rod. Natasha moved her wet hands between her thick lips to reach her sensitive destination. Her opposite hand found themselves gently stroking the now hard nipples. Her slippery fingers fit inside herself and she hummed a moan. After adjusting herself to her small fingers she pumped with a steady pace.

Her visions intensified as she started to daydream about Bobby's soft lips caressing her soaking cunt. All she could see was his intent eyes watching her as he obscured himself into her womanhood. His head was moving lightly and he drank her eagerly. Natasha was nearing her orgasm and she sped up her pace, she clenched her nipples and bit her lip. Literally as soon as her orgasm began she heard her ringtone loud and clear outside the bathroom door. She was overcome with 2 emotions now, excitements and lust, and it intensified the orgasm even further. She walked vastly on shaky knees and made it to the phone just in time.

"Hello?" Natasha squeezed her eyes shut. Her answer sounded like she just finished having amazing sex. She was almost certain Bobby would notice her voice change.

"Are you okay?" Bobby asked, wanting to laugh.

"Um, yeah I'm fine. I actually, um, just got out the shower." Natasha said, standing in her drafty bedroom completely naked and dripping water.

"Oh okay." He said, a hint of yearn in his voice.

"Give me a minute." Natasha said, needing to dry off and change. She did so quickly and in less than 30 seconds.

"Okay I'm back." Natasha said, barley clad in her big t-shirt.

"What did you think about?" Bobby asked in a husky, sexy voice. Natasha was taken aback for a half a second and the other second she was trying to stifle a whimper.

"What do you mean?" She asked, trying to play it cool.

"When you were touching yourself, did you think of me?" He was still in that tone of voice.

"Who said I was touching myself?" Natasha asked incredulously, she was purposefully being difficult.

"Natasha, just tell me if you were." He asked. He was sounding a little annoyed. But she was actually really embarrassed.

"Yes." She said shyly.

"You don't have to be ashamed baby." He said sweetly. "It's actually turning me on a lot." The two sat in silence for a moment, letting their desire for one another die down a little.

"What are you doing mother's day?" Bobby asked.

"Probably doing something at my mom's house."

"Would you mind spending it with my family?" He didn't want to drag her away from her own family but he did want her to spend time with his family. Natasha however, was feeling very nervous about this plan.

"We've only been dating a couple weeks..." Natasha began, trying to get out of this visitation. But this was a good point to bring up.

"When the day comes it'll be a month." Bobby didn't like the apprehension in her voice. "They'll love you, don't be scared."

"Okay, I'll come." She sighed.

"Great." The excitement in his voice was evident. "How about going to the carnival with me tomorrow?" Natasha's heart was beating even harder now.

"I hate heights." She said quietly.

"It's a carnival, not an amusement park." He said sarcastically. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"I guess."

"It'll be fun, I promise."

"Alright. What are you doing?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing, I just got in from playing basketball. I think I'm gonna take a shower soon, maybe I'll take one of those showers you take." He said laughing hysterically.

Natasha wasn't laughing at all. "Not funny. That's supposed to be private."

"I know, it still is baby."

Natasha yawed a little into the receiver and Bobby picked up the message.

"Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow." He said.

"Sounds great, night."

"Night."

** * * ** * * * *

"I'm outside." Bobby said over the phone. Natasha raced to the window to see his BMW parked on the curb.

"Okay, I'm coming." She said.

"Mm, are you really? Maybe I should go inside..." He laughed. Natasha laughed a little herself and after rolling her eyes she hung up the phone. He was so dirty.

Natasha checked herself in the mirror for anything out of place. Her denim capris fit her form, the pink silk long sleeved midriff shirt showed an inch of her belly and her black sandals housed her feet. She flipped her bang out of her thickly lashed eyes and rubbed her lip gloss together just once. She put it into her messenger bag just in case, she knew Bobby would taste a lot of it tonight.

She quickly got her keys and turned off the lights. As she sat in the car Bobby pulled off quickly, not wanting to miss the green light up the street. Natasha couldn't deny that she was feeling a little disappointed that he hadn't kissed her when she got into the car, he barely looked at her. His main focus was getting through the light.

But after the speeding down the street, they still weren't fast enough to catch it. Natasha was silently happy about this.

That's what you get for not kissing me.

Now that they were sitting at the red light, Bobby turned his attention to his girl.

"Natasha." He called gently, to get her attention off of her window and towards the driver's seat. He looked into her lovingly. Then he moved his coarse hands to her supple jaw and leaned in to kiss her lips. Natasha missed the feel of his kisses and the masculine way he carried himself. The way he touched her made her feel like he was so in control and protective of her. They kissed overpoweringly and his hands roamed her thigh. A light honk behind them made Bobby break their kiss slowly and one hand went back to the wheel. The other stayed lingering on her upper thigh.

Once they arrived at the carnival, Bobby opened her door and she stepped onto the gravel carefully. She knew if enough dust fluttered around her feet, her brown skin would have a light top coat of grey ash. Bobby was raising his brow at her decision to walk so funny over the gravel, but decided to not question her about it. Bobby was sexy in a dark green polo that set off his tanned skin nicely. His tattoo was showing as he wore the precious khaki shorts. Natasha admired him momentarily. He purchased their tickets and strolled into the field of bright, florescent lights and screaming people. Natasha hadn't been to a carnival in forever, and was loving the way it felt to be here with Bobby.

"Want to play some games first? Or are you hungry?" He asked her. Bobby wanted her to eat something, not knowing if she had eaten today. But Natasha knew she hadn't eaten anything more than a few chips. But telling Bobby such information would be very out of the question, she remembered how he was last time and didn't want to repeat history or her raging attitude. He handed her the green wristband and helped her put it on. The jolt of electricity putting her on edge when he touched her wrist to fasten it.

"Games." She said certainly.

They walked a few more feet and Bobby silently asked her if she wanted to play the one in front of them now. It was the game where you used the water gun to shoot the hole that controlled how fast your horse moved. Natasha was sure she could beat Bobby at this.

"Are you sure? I just want you to have an equal chance at winning this time. We know you're hand-eye coordination isn't too up to scale." Natasha said, talking smack. Bobby laughed at her and walked to sit down on the stool of the game. Natasha sat beside him, her confidence radiating off her body. He paid the 3 dollars and the man walked over to the corner to begin the game.

They both positioned themselves over the shooter and awaited their OK to start. Bobby was certain he would beat her; she was getting too ahead of herself. And that was one thing that really got his competitive trait into gear.

"If I win you have to get on the Ferris wheel with me." Bobby said to her, keeping his eyes on the race horse. Natasha's heart sped up but stopped once she realized that she was going to win.

"If I win you have to carry me to the car. I don't want the gravel in the parking lot messing up my toenails." She said honestly. Just as Bobby let out a chuckle the bell signaling their game rang above his head and they were shooting.

Natasha had her gun right over the target but Bobby did too. They were neck in neck for almost 2 seconds until Natasha shifted her foot which altered her hand's placement and Bobby shot off ahead of her.

"Shit." She said out loud as Bobby reached the finish line 2 inches before she could. Natasha panicked at the idea of getting on that big Ferris wheel so high up into the air.

Plus the damn thing rocks! She thought.

"You don't have to get on it Natasha. Plus I'll still carry you to the car." Bobby said standing up and stepping down from the platform where the game stood. He reached his hand out to Natasha to help her down the step and she took it carefully. Once she was on the ground she spoke.

"I lost, you won. I'll get on the Ferris wheel." Natasha said sternly, trying to convince herself more than Bobby. He studied her for a moment longer.

"We'll save it for last and then see how you feel about it later, okay?" He asked. Natasha nodded in response to his reasonable proposal and they headed off hand in hand down the concrete walk.

"What do you wanna do now?" Natasha asked him.

"Do you wanna ride something?" He asked. And as Natasha laughed at his comment, he chimed in.

"You're so perverted." Bobby said bashfully.

"Do you not remember what you said earlier?" Natasha asked doubtfully.

"You said 'I'm cumming.' Of course I wanted to be there." Natasha giggled as he led her to a line. The ride was the gravitational defying rides that was a big dome that spun around to the point where you were plastered against the wall. Natasha thought this was a perfect first ride.

"Do you like this?" He asked looking down on her.

"Yep." She said.

"Okay cool." He said. As they stood in line waiting for their turn, Natasha felt Bobby still watching her. Bobby felt her discomfort but continued his gaze. The sunset fell so beautifully on her face, she looked amazing. Her brown skin had gold undertones and her nose ring set her cute face.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 02



"What?" Natasha asked, turning to look him in the eyes. He smiled lightly.

"You're so gorgeous." He said with his eyes glazed over. Natasha giggled nervously, moving up in the line.

"Thanks." She said timidly. Within an instant Bobby had one hand around her waist and was pulling her closer to him. He bent down into her ear and his whisper sent a chill down Natasha's spine. She was grateful Bobby was supporting some of her weight in his arms.

"Plus, you're ass looks so good in those jeans. You can't imagine the things I want to do to you right now." He said quietly, leaning his head behind her ear to eye the topic of his discussion. Natasha took in a sharp breath. Her loins were watering at his words and found herself wanting to know his racy thoughts. But this wouldn't be the best place to ask him. He kissed her tenderly below her ear lobe and pulled his head away slowly, then removed his hand from her waist just as sluggishly.

It was their turn to enter the ride and Natasha's heart was pounding. Not in nervousness but anxiousness. She was anticipating the rush she would get from spinning so vastly inside this machine. Bobby helped her up the steps and the lights were dim inside. Bobby led Natasha to a spot on the wall. The wall was bent on an angle so Natasha rested all of her weight.

The door of the small room was closed shut and the dim lights got even dimmer and seeing anything was difficult. The ride began and the spin was light the first few seconds, Bobby couldn't feel much of a difference. But as the ride grew further in, Natasha's feet lifted off the ground and the mat behind her slid up the wall. She let out a small yelp and then a hysterical laugh. Then Bobby's slid up too and they both were laughing. They caught each other's eyes and the stare turned intense. Natasha used all her power to resist the pull plastering her to the wall to flip herself over Bobby. She now lay right on top of him and he looked pleasantly surprised. He laughed a little and hooked one arm around her waist and flipped her onto her side. So now he held her by the waist and she put her arms around his neck, laughing in enjoyment. He kissed her forehead, nose and lips tenderly.

When the ride was finished, they exited hand in hand and now strolled down the concrete walk again. Natasha and Bobby rode different rides, each enjoying the reactions of one another. But now they confirmed with each other the conclusion of their ride series and decided to grab something to eat. Bobby paid for their 4 corndogs to share, drinks and funnel cake; Natasha's request. Natasha loved funnel cake and bought one whenever it was available. The couple sat at a small picnic table right beside a light. It was almost pitch black and there was a light chill in the air.

"So what're you thinking about as far as the Ferris wheel goes?" Bobby said, his eyes narrowing on her. The expression made her slightly intimidated for some reason.

"I'm getting on it." She said, breaking a piece off her funnel cake. She made sure to put napkins all over her lap and to eat opposite of the wind's direction. Natasha never failed to make a mess on herself with the confederate powder. But requesting it without the powder wasn't an option because it made the funnel cake.

"You sure?" He asked, taking a big bite off of his corn dog. He bounced it around his mouth, lightly panting. It was too hot for him. Natasha pursed her lips together to enclose her laughter but a puff of air blew out. A cloud of sugar shot out of her lips and Bobby was now closing his lids to protect his eyes and bouncing the large piece of corndog around his mouth. Natasha tried to make her apologies recognizable but she was laughing uncontrollably now. Bobby finally swallowed his corndog and cackled along with her.

"I'm so sorry." She finally said clear enough.

"It's okay." He said smiling.

"But yes, I'm sure." She said, answering his question. She picked up a corn dog and placed it to her lips, looking out into the crowd of people as she ate a small bite. Bobby watched her and wondered if she knew how sensual she was being. She moved her lips to surround the shape of the corn dog but her lips hung limp around the slant as she bit. Her lips were so full, she probably couldn't help it. Bobby sat back in his seat examining her. 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' by Panic at The Disco came on over the speakers and Natasha began to hum some of the words while eating her corndog.

"How do you know this song?" Bobby asked curiously.

"I, love this song." She said in a matter of fact way.

After she was finished eating Bobby threw away their trash and Natasha found his hand. They strolled slowly down the concrete walk to the Ferris wheel which lit up most of the carnival. It moved slowly, letting everyone enjoy the scenery. Bobby squeezed her hand encouragingly and it worked a little. As they approached the line Bobby turned to her again.

"You sure you want to do this? No one is making you. If you back out it would be fine baby." He said quietly to her, brushing some sugar off of her chin that was left from the funnel cake.

"I want to." Natasha said.

"Okay." He said shrugging. The Ferris wheel line went quickly, they were barely waiting for 1 minute before they were waiting for their cart to be available. Once it was, the man running the machine help open their door and Bobby helped her in, as he'd been politely doing all night. The small cart swayed beneath her and she had to take a deep breath before entering. Bobby wound his hands around her waist and before Natasha could reconsider the ride, they were gliding into the air. Immediately, she threw her head into the crook of Bobby's neck, focusing on his manly scent. It was somewhat sweet, but still smelled like a man.

The ride was moving much quicker than Natasha had estimated from the ground. Bobby gently stroked her hip bone and she nestled even closer into her man. Bobby wished she could enjoy the scenery of the city, everything was illuminated and it was ultimately beautiful. But he didn't want to pressure her so he continued to comfort her silently.

Natasha screamed loudly as the cart stopped and swung in the air. Her heart was racing and she felt petrified. Her sweaty hands gripped Bobby's shorts.

"Baby, baby, it's okay. I'm here, everything's alright." Bobby cooed to her, trying to cool her. He felt responsible and guilty as she shook lightly in his arms. After seeing how high they really were into the air, she quickly placed her head right back where it was.

"It's beautiful." She whispered, still not moving her neck. Bobby kissed the top of her head laying on his shoulder.

"So are you." He said casually.

Once they were safely on the ground Natasha exited the cart without Bobby's assistance. Bobby laughed lightly and followed her casually. He caught up with her and reached for her palms. He kissed her temple, glad she was so open minded about things she didn't want to do. He appreciated that quality in her. They walked back in the direction towards the car when Bobby spotted a basketball game to the left. He gently led Natasha further near it and she didn't need to ask why they were there. He released her hand and paid for his own round. Natasha gawked carefully to the side.

The game began and Bobby quickly picked up the plastic like basketball and positioned himself to shoot. The ball floated lightly into the air and right into the net. Natasha smiled to herself, proud she was with him at that moment. One after another Bobby shot perfect shoots, making the signal ding in a rhythmic pattern. In his last 15 seconds, the net moved back and forth and Bobby missed 2 out of the 5 shots but still held a high score.

A few people stood by, watching Bobby work his magic on the game. Bobby turned to the man in charge of the stand.

"What can I get?" He asked loudly, trying to be heard over the music.

"Anything really." He said shrugging. Bobby turned to Natasha, waiting for her response. After she gave him a confused look he opened his mouth to speak.

"Pick something out babe." He said, backing away from the counter to let her stand in his place to see the animals better. Natasha spotted a small brown rabbit wearing a blue bow and a carrot in his hands. She smiled as she pictured Iodine.

"The rabbit please." She said politely.

"You have enough points for two." The owner man told her. He smelled of cigarettes and Natasha wanted to wrinkle her nose, the smell always irritated her.

"Okay, one blue ribbon, one pink." She said. He handed her the small, water bottle sized rabbits and Natasha smiled at Bobby, impressed and pleased.

"You're pretty nice." Natasha told him as they continued their saunter. Bobby shrugged it off, modestly.

"I'm alright." He said, trying to be humble. Bobby stopped walking from a moment and Natasha looked at him wide eyed, thinking there was something wrong.

"What?" She asked somewhat frantic. She closed the space among them and looked him deep in the eyes, searching for something. Bobby's lips crept up into a smile and he nodded his head behind him, after taking a moment to comprehend, she realized he wanted to carry her. She returned the smile and eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist from behind and carried her rabbits in one hand that was enfolded around his neck. Bobby continued his stride to the car and Natasha gnawed on his ear, fully satisfied with her night.



Unexpected Interest Ch. 03



Hola! So I'm here with another story and I'm thankful for all of those who are continuing to stay with me. I hope you like this chapter and may I say I'm begging for critisim, begging. Anything at all would be greatly appreciated.

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"Why is it that mother's day is tomorrow and I haven't gotten Bobby's mom, my sister, or my own mom anything? I need to get to the mall like, yesterday." Natasha said frantically through the receiver to Olivia. Natasha was brushing her teeth, on her way out the door to hunt for the perfect gifts to give. She was in the process of persuading her friends to meet up with her because she was missing them deeply. Work had been chaotic for her this week and she'd barely had any time to breathe so it was no surprise when she forgot about Mother's day gifts entirely.

"Are you asking me and Summer to join you?" Olivia said, wanting to hear her say the words. Natasha rolled her eyes in the mirror, able to watch herself.

"Yes Olivia. I am." Natasha said sarcastically, her words came a little garbled because she was brushing her tongue but her friend still know what she was saying.

"I'll call her and see if she wants to meet up but I'll be there in 45, I have a date later and I can't be out too long with ya'll."

"A date with who?" Natasha asked in disbelief. She felt a small pang in her stomach that she hadn't heard of the man the day she met him. Usually, she'd have already known everything there was to know.

"This guy, I'll tell you about it later." Olivia said sounding annoyed, but Natasha knew it was an act. She secretly wanted nothing more than to talk about her new boy with her best friends.

"Alright, see you." Natasha said, wiping her lips.

The two hung up and Natasha applied her lip gloss and grabbed her purse. She checked for her keys and headed out to the car. She called her mother yesterday to break the news that she wouldn't be spending Mother's day with her this year. She sounded content with the decision but Natasha knew her mother too well. She would need to make it up to her somehow and fast. Natasha drove somewhat slowly, thoroughly thinking out the possibilities with meeting Bobby's family. Her palms grew wet with unease. Her worst thought was that they would have a problem with her skin color. She didn't know how she'd deal with that situation, maybe she'd just wait it out. But knowing herself too well, she would want to leave immediately.

Natasha walked into the big mall and found both of her friends walking up towards the entrance from the parking lot. The weather was beautiful and she wished she could spend the day outdoors without a hat and shade over her, but she knew the sun wasn't her friend. She smiled happily; excited to be spending time with them and they both returned her welcome. They walked through the door and strode in a horizontal line.

"Have you gotten gifts yet?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah, I didn't wait until the last minute so..." Summer said, but she laughed when Natasha gave her a death glance.

"I got mine 2 days ago." Olivia said, brushing some hair out of her eyes.

"Well I have no clue what to get. Plus I have 3 people I'm shopping for so I didn't plan on breaking the bank." Natasha said.

"Pandora has a sale going on." Summer said, shifting her head towards the kiosk in the middle of the mall. Natasha pivoted her direction in its path, feeling the gravitational pull of the 40% off sign wearing on her. A cute old woman stood behind the counter, ready to greet the women before her. Natasha smiled lightly, all set to absorb her words.

"Hello ladies. What can I do for you today?" She asked pushing her glasses a little further up the bridge of her nose. The kiosk was shaped in an oval with a hollow center.

"I want to know if everything is 40% off?" Natasha asked, glancing at the glass counters full of sparkling jewelry.

"Everything in this section." She said, walking over to the left and pointing out a medium sized portion of the glass counter. Natasha smiled lightly and thanked her.

"Do you think I should get his mom something like this too? I don't want it to be too intimate; it'll be my first time meeting the woman." Natasha said.

"I think she'd be fine with a simple piece. As long as it doesn't say ' you're the best mom ever.' That would be weird." Olivia said, placing her hand on her small hip. Natasha nodded, taking in her words. That was true; she didn't want to creep her out. Nor did she want it to seem like she was kissing ass even though that's exactly what she needed to be doing.

"Maybe you should get her a gift card for a mani-pedi." Summer said. Natasha took in this suggestion too, but she didn't know whether she was into that kind of thing. Not everyone was fond of religious nail appointments like they were.

"What about Macy's? Everyone loves Macy's." Natasha asked hopeful.

"True, but you can't just put 25 dollars on it. This is something you have to put money on and then you have to tell the person you're giving it to the value." Olivia said, bringing up another good point. If she got a gift card, there would be a thin median between 'I'm super cheap/ don't care a lot about you.' And 'I want you to love me.' Natasha huffed in aggravation and wiped her hand over her face slowly.

"Just get a plain bracelet for her Tasha. Not too flashy, just simple." Olivia said, wanting to help her friend out. She could only imagine how difficult it would be to purchase a gift for someone you've never met, and then expect them to like it. Natasha had the option of putting her name on Bobby's gift, but she didn't feel right doing it. She wanted something that would showcase her on personal style.

"Okay." Natasha agreed, turning back to the counter. She looked into the blinding white cushion cradling the jewels inside the glass and her friends looked beside her too. There were a lot of different types of jewelry, none of them universal for Bobby's mom. They were flashy, plain or ugly. Olivia gasped as she spotted the perfect bracelet. She pointed at it and Natasha quickly moved her gaze.

It was just the thing Natasha had imagined. It was charmed all over with deep purples, golds, pinks and some wooden charms too. Each charm was unusual and held a pattern on each one.

"Excuse me." Natasha called to the woman who had helped her earlier. She leisurely walked over to the women from behind the counter.

"How much is this one?" Natasha asked, pointing to it from outside the glass. The woman looked into her glasses.

"It'll be 34.99 with the 40% off." Natasha had forgotten what kiosk she was standing at but then realized that this bracelet was ideal and was worth the money. After she asked to have it the woman placed it in its proper box and put it into a small blue bag. She continued to look for her mother's and sister's gifts afterwards. For them she wanted a necklace, earring and bracelet set.

After another 10 minutes of looking, Natasha settled on 2 sets for her mother and sister. For her sister she purchased something bright yet sophisticated. The earrings were silver hoops that each held a smaller hoop inside, but detained a small deep yellow stone on the end of each double hoop. The necklace and bracelet matched. For her mother, she got something even more sophisticated. Her necklace was simple small circular charms around the chain that held soft tribal colors and patterns and the other 2 pieces in the set matched perfectly.

The 3 were now on their way to the food court to enjoy a dinner together. Natasha settled on a Salad Works salad while her friends got Chinese. Natasha couldn't deny that their plates looked good but she just wasn't in the mood for anything heavy.

"So what's with this man?" Natasha asked, putting a fork full of food up to her lips. Olivia's eyes lit up at the topic and she repositioned herself in her seat.

"He's this cute mixed guy I met at a stoplight." She said. Natasha smiled at her enthusiasm. She must have rubbed off on her friend with branching out and trying different types of men. 4 months ago neither Olivia nor Natasha would've ever considered the possibility of dating outside their race, even mixed.

"What does he look like?" Natasha asked, curiously. He must be cute.

"He's tall; 6"1, light brown eyes and olive skin." Olivia said. Natasha laughed as she went off into a daze.

"Don't fall too soon too fast Livi." Summer said.

"Shut up, no one's falling anywhere." Olivia said, snapping back to the real world and at Summer too. Summer didn't take it seriously and continued to eat her food.

"And you? You been looking pretty joyful lately." Summer said eyeing her speculatively. Natasha gave her a look that indicated she had no reason to be so skeptical. She was fully capable of taking care of herself. But the sentence did inference a few other things.

"So how was I looking before? Miserable?"

"No, but not like this. You look unexplainable..." Olivia chimed in. Natasha felt a little bit like she was being backed into a corner. But she fought against the two girls.

"So what?" Natasha asked focusing her attention back in her plate.

"You're going pretty fast." Summer said lightly shaking her head at her. Olivia was feeling an argument coming their way so she decided to change the theme of the conversation promptly.

"How's crochet going?" Olivia asked. Natasha shrugged.

"Alright, I've taken a break though; it's getting warmer out, anything made of knit isn't needed." Natasha said. She remembered the matching scarves she made for her friends last Christmas that she was happy to discover they loved. It was a black ribbed circle scarf with tints of metallic gold laced in.

"When's your next tennis game Summer?" Olivia asked. Summer was a part of the YMCA's Elite sports club and they often had matches that packed the whole field bleachers. Natasha and Olivia habitually went to see her play but they both missed the last one since the seats had been utterly sold out.

"End of this month is our last game, then I'm starting field hockey." Summer said, signaling that they would need to attend those games as well. Natasha didn't mind; she loved watching her play. She was so excellent and such a star player that Natasha was happy to be calling her best friend's name from the stands. The people watching her and noticing the support Summer gave the team then looked at Natasha with a look of something that has no definition. But Natasha knew she liked the feelings those looks gave her. It was like a mother watching her son score on a high school sports team. She suddenly understood how parents could be so proud.

"We'll be there." Olivia said, speaking for them both.

Natasha's mind kept wandering to the aspects of tomorrow and couldn't help but bring it up to her friends. Her fears were getting the best of her.

"I'm scared for tomorrow ya'll. I hope Bobby told them I'm black." Natasha spoke.

"Natasha, they won't care. You're a sweet, cute successful girl. They'll have no choice but to love you." Summer said, and Natasha couldn't deny that it felt good hearing that come from a white person.

"Just be yourself girl." Olivia said. "Nothing more you can do than that. Plus don't be too flashy with your outfit"

It was true. Natasha couldn't do anything more than be who she was. If they didn't like her for that, oh well. It was nothing she could do but ride the waves and flow with the punches that may come with her visitation tomorrow. But the comment about her outfit only added more pressure.

"What the hell am I going to wear?" She said more to herself.

"Dress casual. You'll be fine with that part." Olivia said, turning back to her meal. Natasha pushed her plate away, powerless to eat anymore.

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"Baby you okay? You don't look good. Take a nap and I'll wake you up when we get there." Bobby said from the driver's seat of the BMW. He sounded truly worried and Natasha almost took him up on his offer. She had barely slept last night but her sleep deprivation was being clouded with pure anxiety. Bobby could sense her nervousness and wished she could be more relaxed. He coaxed her with a light rub on her thigh but this time it did nothing for her emotions. Natasha would have loved to take a nap during this 3 and a half hour ride but she didn't want to risk messing up her hair or makeup while sleeping. Her wide legged jean Capris were crisply ironed and simple peach sleeveless but not tube top, wrap blouse hugged her accordingly. She matched the outfit with a gold collar bone necklace and plain hoops.

"No, I'm okay." Natasha said.

"Please? For me?" Bobby asked. She honestly looked terrible. Her eyes had luggage bordering them and her skin didn't have its usual glow.

"I'm staying up." She said sternly. Bobby stroked her thigh with much larger rubs and Natasha was being overcome with exhaustion. She reached into her large tote and grabbed her hook and yarn. She was working on some straightforward stove mittens for her kitchen. The fabric was flame resistant and was probably the most expensive yarn she'd ever purchased but she decided she wanted to splurge.

"What you making?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the road but his hand active on her leg. Natasha was feeling herself settle down when she began crocheting. It was a sunny day, and Bobby was glad. They were cooking out on the grill today and it wouldn't be enjoyable if no one was able to go outside.

"Pot holders." She said, humming Adele with the radio. Bobby turned it up a little for her and she sent a smile his way. He returned it and wished he could kiss her, but the streets were doing some abnormal turns that he needed to keep his eyes on.

"I love seeing you knit. You look so classy." Bobby said, his voice went down an octave and Natasha felt her loins clench a little in her seat.

He barely said anything! Calm your horny ass down. Natasha thought, rolling her eyes at herself.

"It's crochet." Natasha said. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Did you tell them about me?" Natasha decided to ask. She placed her work in her lap but making sure not to lose her place. She clenched it tightly and held her breath a little; in dread of what Bobby might reply.

"Of course I did." He said.

"Well, what'd you say?" Natasha asked.

"I just told them I had a girl and I was bringing you to spend Mother's day with us." Bobby flashed a quick worrisome look. "Why? Was there something specific I was supposed to say?" He asked.

"Yeah, maybe it was be easier to tell them that I was black." Natasha said, feeling even more distraught.

"What?" He asked. The disbelief in his voice was saturated in his words. He removed his hand from her leg and Natasha felt suddenly cold. He moved it back to his own thigh, letting it sit there lifelessly. He clenched his jaw and tilted his head.  

"Why?" He asked her bitterly.

"Why what?" She asked, trying to keep her voice unchanged. She didn't want to argue with him over something like this especially being a few hours away from facing his family. She needed him supporting her when she was standing around looking helpless.

"Why do you think skin color would be a problem with my family?"

"I didn't say it would be. I just think they should know..." She trailed off.

"Why? My family isn't some racist ex- KKK members or anything. Are that the type of people you think raised me?" He said in a more angry tone of voice. Natasha was getting wound up with it and was very close to letting him know. She was starting to learn how Bobby's temper worked; once he was angry, that was it. Natasha was the same way but only her anger took more to be triggered. The slightest thing could make Bobby's veins pop. But they both could be calmed easily.

"I didn't say that Bobby. I just didn't want them to be surprised or anything."

"Surprised? I'm sure they've seen black people before."

"I really wouldn't expect you to understand." Natasha said quietly.

"You're being so ridiculous." Bobby began. His anger was topped with a fresh coat of frustration. "Why can't I understand? Because I'm white?" He laughed a little in an evil, stiff way.

"You're so closed minded. No it's not because you're white, it's because you can't spare a moment to show some empathy." Natasha spat, her voice rising.

"I'm trying to understand-"

"Sorry, forget it." Natasha whispered, cutting him off. Bobby didn't speak for about 20 minutes. Natasha was beginning to dread what would be of today with his family. It wasn't a good sign that Bobby was being so difficult to talk to. Natasha looked out the window and at the trees moving vastly beside her. Soon the car was stopping at a light and Bobby shifted his weight in her direction. Natasha didn't need to look to see his eyes were glued to her.

"Did we have our first fight?" He asked with a smile.

"I'm not mad or anything..." She said quietly. It was true, she wasn't upset. Bobby closed the space between them and planted soft kisses on her neck. Natasha tilted her head to the side and let his soft lips skim over the sensitive skin.

"I really don't like when we argue." Bobby said between kisses. Her chest was rising a little further and Bobby was ready to take his seatbelt off and go even more with her as her eyes fluttered closed.

** * * * * *

"Natasha, we're here." Bobby said, awaking her with a kiss on her full, pouty lips. Natasha opened her eyes to see Bobby bending down outside the car. Her door was opened and he was taking off her seatbelt. Natasha adjusted her eyes and saw the house before her.

It was a cute crème colored residence with brown trimming. The home was a long ranch house and Natasha fell in love with the warm, welcoming dwelling. Bobby was parked across the street; the drive way was full and some cars were parked on the curb. She took a deep breath and slowly planted her feet on the ground. Bobby had their gifts in his hand and they strolled up the length to the front door carefully. Bobby was nervous as well. His grandmother was known to be unapproachable to new women and Natasha's behavior wasn't reassuring him that she'd be able to handle being on the spot.

The door was already open and Bobby held it for Natasha. She made sure to step in cautiously. The house was country styled and smelled of lilac. The living room was empty and Bobby placed the gifts on a nearby chair and took Natasha's hand. She was grateful to have some guidance in this moment of complete ignorance. He led her down a small hall that led into the yellow kitchen. There they found the people. 2 women stood in the kitchen putting foil over pans and cleaning up the area. It seemed they were finished preparing the food and were ready to serve it.

"Nana." Bobby said quietly, announcing his presence. One woman turned around quickly and the other soon followed. Natasha could only assume the one who turned the fastest was his grandmother. Her silver hair was pulled into a cinnamon bun on the top of her head with small pieces loosely hanging around her nape. She wore a floral dress with triangle sleeves. She held Bobby's black eyes and rosy cheeks.

"Nice to meet you Natasha. I'm Gina" She said, and she walked towards her and gripped hee hand in a handshake. Bobby's aunt, Leslie followed her lead and introduced herself. The two sisters must have been twins.

"You too. Happy Mother's Day." Natasha said, making eye contact with Bobby's aunt over Gina's shoulder to emphasize she was speaking to her as well. They both said their thank you's and Bobby held the women, giving his grandmother a peck on the cheek.

"I don't wanna' hog you too much. Meet everyone and I'll catch up with you later." Gina said with a smile. Bobby took her hand and guided her around the kitchen to a screen door that was connected to the dining room. He slid the door back and Natasha entered a black deck. To the right was a big round table with enough seats to sit 10 people and a big umbrella hid everyone under it from the sun. Further up and to the left was a smoking stainless steel grill that was working hard. Behind it was a man with a bald head and plaid shirt on.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 03



"Pop. This is Natasha." Bobby said, walking up to him. He squinted over the thick layer of smoke and once his eyes registered he smiled a cheek wrinkling smile. He brought his hand that didn't hold a spatula out for Natasha to shake and she did just that.

"Hi honey, how are ya'? I'm Ollie. " He stated.

"Nice to meet you. I'm doing well. Yourself?" She asked back, returning the smile.

"Pretty good. Nice to finally meet you too." He said laughing.

"Likewise." Natasha said back.

Bobby hugged his grandfather and turned Natasha back around to the big table. She now had the chance to notice the people seated at it. Bobby pulled out a chair for Natasha and she thanked him. He sat right beside her and gathered her hand under the table. 2 men who were obviously deeply in love sat across from her and a very pregnant woman holding a baby wrapped in a light blanket with her husband sat right beside Natasha.

"Hi Natasha. I'm William." William said, reaching his soft hands across the table. Natasha leaned up a little to shake it and smiled back at him.

"Nice to meet you William." She said.

"Are you not going to introduce me Willy?" The Hispanic man beside him said. His accent was overpowering yet very attractive. Both men were very well dressed and Natasha didn't need more than common sense to know they were happily together.

"This is Hector." William said dully. Natasha chuckled and knew she'd be enjoying herself with those two. Natasha reached her hand across to shake Hector's and he sent a dimpled smile her way.

"Gorgeous blouse. The color looks good on your skin." Hector said winking. Natasha looked down onto herself; forgetting the outfit she planned so carefully. She smiled.

"Thanks, I was hoping it would. I usually don't go for pastels." She said smoothing out her Capris. Bobby smiled to himself. She was doing that classic relating ability thing she did that captured people who were talking to her for the first time. It wasn't an annoying babbling quality but a perfect elaborating, personality trait.

"No, browns and pastels go so well -" William began but the pregnant woman cut him off before he could complete his thoughts. Natasha was surprised at the sound of her voice cutting into their conversation and turned her attention towards her.

"I'm Elizabeth, this is Aaron." She said reaching out her free hand and nodding her head in the direction of her husband. As she shifted her hands, the baby's face came into view and Natasha was mesmerized. The baby had ivory skin and bright green eyes identical to his father's. His cheeks were bright red and he owned the cutest button nose. His round belly and plump face indicated he was healthily fed.

"Nice to meet you." Natasha said not taking her eyes off of the baby. Natasha had a soft spot for beautiful babies and he was definitely one.

"This is Charles." Elizabeth said smiling at her. She thought Natasha's reaction to her baby was fairly comical and as she and Bobby shared a glance then they chuckled in harmony.

"Would you like to hold him?" Elizabeth asked. Natasha nodded and she handed him over. He was so dense but Natasha loved it. He sat in the crook of her arm with his feet facing Bobby and his head in the direction of his mother. Bobby watched Natasha hold his nephew and saw the glints of paradise in her eyes. He noted his grandfather over by the grill and inference he may have needed a little help.

"Aaron, let's get a beer." Bobby said standing. Natasha shot her eyes up at him and tried to control the pleading that she was certain was noticeable. Natasha didn't want him to leave her quite yet. He smiled lightly and bent to kiss her on her cheek.

"I'll be back." He said quietly. The entire table was watching their intimate interaction and Natasha quickly nodded and turned her attention back to Charles. He was cooing quiet nothings and Natasha couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you want any kids?" Elizabeth asked, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her big belly in a classic pregnancy motion. Her brown hair spilled over her shoulders marvelously and her naturally red lips highlighted her face.

"Yeah, eventually." Natasha said thoughtfully. "I want to be ready though."

"You're never ready. Being pregnant is something you can never fully plan." Elizabeth said sounding tired.

"Why do you think that?" Natasha asked scared. Her sister seemed as prepared as it could get, but there were still things that went wrong as Tatiana grew older. Most of them had been inevitable and unexpected.

"The breasts for one." She said looking down onto her chest as she spoke. Elizabeth didn't want to get into the deeper things of pregnancy that might scare her a bit. Natasha now noticed her breasts were huge! They had to be at least and E cup.

"Of course your boobs will grow." Natasha said expectantly.

"No, they ache, leak, all that good stuff."

"How did Aaron feel about that?" Natasha asked like a child in school. She found pregnancy very interesting and almost astounding.

"He loved it. Of course he had to be careful but he didn't mind." Elizabeth looked around the table for a moment and then back at Natasha. Natasha knew she was about to tell a secret by the gleam in her soft eyes.

"He actually loves when I nurse him. He says it tastes like regular milk and sugar mixed together." She whispered.

"Like... a baby?" Natasha asked in the same tone but more disbelief in her voice. A smile spread her lips as she nodded slowly. The two women howled on the deck and all eyes were on them as they shared a secret joke. Natasha tried her best to keep her vibrations under control to keep from disturbing the baby. He seemed unaffected and she wiped away a small tear.

"That's so crazy. What do you think about it?" Natasha asked.

"It's very, personal. We bond a lot, and I get pretty excited." Elizabeth said flipping her hair off of one shoulder. Natasha smiled lightly.

"That sounds great. I can only imagine the connection you two have from it." Natasha said selflessly.

"Yeah, you and Bobby seem to have something close to that though. It looks like you've known each other longer than a month." Elizabeth said raising an eyebrow.

"Trust me, I feel that same way sometimes and I have no idea how it happened." Natasha said, dwelling in her own words. She spoke a little too loudly and Hector and William were now watching her.

The two men sat back at the table and Bobby held his hands out for his nephew. Natasha handed him over carefully but Bobby was much rougher with him. He balanced Charles in one big hand and Natasha's heart was skipping beats. She was trying not to reach out to take him back out of Bobby's hands. Natasha spotted his beer on the table and took a big sip and placed it back on the table.

"Did you want something babe? I forgot to ask you." Bobby said sounding frankly sorry. Natasha swallowed her drink and shook her head.

"No, I'm okay." She said kindly.

"Food's done." Gina said entering the deck with a pot in her hands. She swayed over to the table and placed the pot onto the large table. Leslie laid out the big round red plates in front of everyone and Ollie appeared with silverware. The screen door opened and Gina had more bowls and pots of food. Natasha was eager to find out what she'd be eating; she was getting pretty hungry. Once the food was all placed out everyone began picking up bowls and pots and passing them around.

"I'll help you make your plate if you wanna' still hold the baby." Natasha whispered to Bobby. But she could still sense the powerful attention on everything the couple said or did from his family. She really didn't like it but figured it was to be expected.

"Thanks baby but I'll just give him back to his mom." He handed him over to Elizabeth and began passing plates of food to Natasha. She carefully studied the victuals and found it looked delicious. The dishes consisted of rolls buttered to their peak, a broccoli and cheese casserole, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes and a roast beef with flavorful sauce. Natasha anticipated the ending of the circle that transported the plates so she could indulge into her food. When that time came she almost completely forgot about the people around her. In her mind it was just her, the food, this beautiful weather and the view of Charles.

"So, what is it that you do Natasha?" Gina asked while placing a fork full of food to her pink lips. Natasha looked shocked to be abruptly spoken to and she quickly wiped her mouth to respond.

"I'm an environmental ethics lawyer." Natasha said sweetly.

"And what exactly do they do?" Gina asked a little more bitterly. Natasha was accustomed to being questioned about her career choice but she had never heard such a cold voice regarding it. Bobby was feeling some unease in his seat; he knew his grandmother's tricks were just beginning.

"I make sure there isn't anyone taking advantage of the fact that the world has no lawyer." Natasha said simply. She didn't want to sound too defensive but it was difficult to have someone speak to you the way she was and try to keep your cool. Her instincts were telling her to argue and rebel but she fought against them for the sake of her approval.

"Do you really believe in all that stuff? I mean, don't you think there are more important things to argue about? Child care, taxes, gas?" Gina began.

"Mrs. Walton, I do believe those are important but you have to see the bigger picture. The government is something made up by average everyday people and once it collapses it can be rebuilt. Now the world is a one shot deal. When it's too hot for us to continue living here- that's it. There isn't any rebuilding and I don't think people see it that way, and it's truly a shame because it's the thin line between life and death for us." Natasha said into her plate, scooping up more casserole.  

"Does your mother live in Rhode Island?" Gina said fully changing the subject. Natasha chewed her food and prepared herself to speak.

"Yes."

"How many children does she have?" Gina asked. Natasha couldn't help but feel offended by this question. It implied her mother didn't have the same amount of children that her father did and that they weren't together. A typical racist stereotype that Natasha didn't fit in at all. She was glad to have an answer she wasn't expecting.

"My mother and father have 2 children, including myself and both live in Rhode Island, together." Natasha said. As she spoke her temper rose and she suddenly took in how vulnerable she felt in front of this woman. She could only imagine the other bigoted thoughts running through her head as she prepared for her next inquiry.

"Wonderful." She said. "Are you interested in kids?"

"Um, yeah. I am." Natasha said. She was feeling uncomfortable talking about this in front of the silent table full of people, but something about this woman made her feel like she had to answer. Everyone sat around and enjoyed their food, quietly whispering to one another occasionally. But for the most part Gina and Natasha's discussion was the main focus.

"Hm... Bobby take your time. Make sure thi-" Bobby cut her off.

"That's enough." He said in a quiet tone. It seemed she was more than used to his sudden octave changes and she kept her face unbothered. Bobby wasn't tolerating the major disrespect with blatantly talking about someone who was sitting right beside you.

"It's okay Bobby." Natasha said. She wasn't feeling too intimidated by her. At least not enough to not answer her questions or take her harsh comments.

"Anyway, how long have you two been dating so far?"

"A month." Bobby spoke before Natasha could part her lips.

"That's all? And she's already meeting the family?" Gina asked with some shock in her voice. Natasha shifted in her seat. She couldn't deny that she had been thinking the same thing, but to hear someone in the family say it held a different meaning. She wondered who else at the table felt that way about her stopover. Natasha suddenly wished to be invisible to everyone around the table, and she was feeling some animosity towards Bobby for even putting her is this predicament.

"I thought she was ready for it but apparently it's you I should've been watching. Stop badgering her Nana." Bobby's authority shook in ripples across the table and Natasha felt a weight off her shoulders as Gina was finally silent for a moment. She used this moment to enjoy her food in peace.

"I love your shirt." Gina said, not looking up from her plate. The enthusiasm or interest was as far away from her tone as possible but Natasha was glad to hear a fairly kind thing exit her lips.

"Thank you." Natasha said. Bobby took a defeated breath beside her and Natasha wanted to take one of relief but subdued it.

"Where's Alex mama?" Elizabeth asked. It seemed she wanted to get up and search for her son by the anxiousness in her accent. She strained her neck to look through the deck door back into the house.

"He's eating in the living room. He's fine, just watching TV." Leslie said. Elizabeth relaxed in her chair a little and began eating again.

"How's work Bobby?" Leslie asked.

"It's alright, pretty well actually." Bobby replied. Leslie nodded slowly.

"Do you enjoy gardening? Since you like the earth and all." Ollie asked from across the table.

"Um, I do actually." Natasha said, clearing her throat a little. Bobby watched her look for something to swallow to ease her gorge and he quickly got the pitcher and poured her a cup of lemonade. Natasha was grateful for his observation skills and the fact that he was watching her every time she spoke.

"Here." He mumbled. Natasha thanked him as she brought the drink to her lips.

"What else do you like to do?" Ollie asked

"Read, garden and crochet mostly." Natasha said

"Grandma crochets too." William chimed in, finally breaking free from his flirting series with Hector. Gina didn't speak and continued to eat her food. Natasha was feeling the need to just sit back and stop talking, but all of their attention seemed to be on her.

"I would love to see what you've made one day." Natasha said.

"Mhm." Was all Gina could spare to say.

"You talked to Tammy lately?" Gina asked Bobby. Bobby's heart dropped and Natasha was wondering who this woman was as she looked between them both. Gina's snide expression and Bobby's worried eyes made her even more curious. She couldn't wait to be able to ask Bobby; she didn't want to give Gina the satisfaction with asking in front of everyone. Bobby remembered the day his grandmother arrived at his office to drop something off while she was visiting. Tammy just so happened to walk in as she always does at the same time his grandmother arrived and for some reason they hit it off immediately. Bobby had a hard time ushering them out of his office and only recently did his grandmother stop mentioning her.

"Not about anything unrelated to work." Bobby said, continuing to eat his food.

They work together? Natasha thought. She couldn't deny, she was feeling a little bit a suspicion. Whoever this woman was who worked with Bobby and had his mother speaking so highly of her must have been perfect. Natasha was feeling small in her seat.

"Aw that's a shame. She's such a wonderful girl." Gina said shaking her head while looking down into her plate. What she was trying to do was more than obvious and Natasha tried not to let her emotions seep through the façade.

"Yeah well, she isn't my type." Bobby whispered. Gina mumbled something unintelligible.

The baby beside her began screaming in his mother's arms. Natasha was startled by the intensity of the sound and her heart fell as she saw Charles' red face drenched in tears. Elizabeth got up from her seat slowly.

"Natasha, come with me please?" Elizabeth called as she skillfully held the baby and opened the screen door at the same time. Natasha eagerly got up from her seat and excused herself from the table. Natasha was pleased to get away from the potency of everyone's questions and finally take pleasure in some quiet time, even if the baby was crying.

"I thought you might have needed a break." Elizabeth said, looking down under the blanket she placed on her chest to protect her nude breast. She fondled under it, probably trying to feed the fussy Charles. His crying calmed a little and he was finally eating.

"Thanks, I was definitely on the spotlight." Natasha said, sitting on the chair in front of Elizabeth. The dining room table was small and the windows let in a lot of light.

"Do you know who Tammy is?" Natasha decided to ask.

"She's some girl who had a thing for Bobby. Only Gina's met her though. She took really well to her and I don't understand why." Elizabeth said laughing towards the end.

"I wish she was doing that for me." She said exasperatedly. "Am I doing something wrong?" Natasha asked, she just wanted Gina to like her. Next thing you know Bobby has to choose between the two of them and either put a wedge between their relationship or the one with his grandmother. She didn't want any of those to happen.

"It'll take time of course. You're doing well so far, just keep doing what you're doing and you'll kill her with kindness." Elizabeth said. Natasha thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that was exactly what she'd do. Gina would have to get used to the idea of her being around one way or another.

The rest of the night went smoothly with a few bumpy patches of Gina. Her nasty remarks and inferences were getting old and Natasha was happy when Bobby was beginning to yawn and burrow up next to her on the living room couch. She gently woke him and he realized they'd better get back on the road to Rhode Island. They said their goodbyes and Natasha gave Elizabeth a special departure thank you. Natasha didn't know what she'd done if this woman wasn't here. It would only be her, Gina, Leslie and all these men. Plus she was very supportive and welcoming.

****

Natasha and Bobby had been sitting in the car for about an hour now, in complete silence. Natasha was feeling tired and emotionally drained. Bobby shifted in his seat and Natasha knew he was about to say something.

"She'll take to you soon Natasha, just a few more visits." Bobby said

"I doubt it, but alright." She sighed.

"It doesn't mean anything. We'll still be together; I'll still take you out and eat you out." Bobby said. Natasha had no control over her actions or emotions but the moan she purred was completely unexpected. It was inevitable; his words made her loins literally ache and she had felt it in her core. Her eyes grew wide and she realized what she had just done and she didn't even want to look at Bobby although he heard her loud and clear.

He moved his hands from the surface of her thighs to the heated inner parts. Natasha spread them slightly so he could get a better access to her lady parts. He grunted as he felt her temperature. His BMW sped up from 70 to 85 and he pulled into an empty gas station and drove the car behind the small building. It was 8 oclock' and the sun was setting so it would be dark soon.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked quietly. Bobby turned off the car and quickly searched for her lips. He took them impatiently into his and suckled them. Natasha moved her hands around his neck to play in his hair as they kissed but he broke it quickly. He didn't want to get too involved while in the front seat; it would be too complex to migrate to the back.

"Get in the back." He said quietly. With that they were both moving to the backseat and Natasha was happy to find it was very spacious. Bobby locked the doors and they finished where they left off. Bobby helped lift her over his lap and she straddled him while their slippery tongues played together. Bobby roved his hand under her blouse to find her perfect globes. Bobby moaned in her mouth as he found the heated balls in a perky bra. Natasha broke their kiss noisily as she used her mouth to part her lips and break out into a panted moan. Bobby took advantage of his reason to touch her so sexually and forcefully unbuttoned her Capris to grasp her round thick ass. Natasha wrapped her hands around his neck while her head rested on his shoulder and he simulated the strokes of her riding his cock with his own force. Bobby moaned out as he began to visualize his girl giving him pleasure.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 03



"Are you ready?" Bobby asked her. Natasha knew she wanted Bobby, and that she wanted to be with him for awhile.

But does he want that with me? She thought.

"Natasha, I want you. I think you're perfect for me and I'd love to pleasure you and make love to you. But if you need-" Bobby began

"I'm ready." She whispered. Bobby pulled down her pants but decided he wanted her to be wet for him. She deserved her own personal pleasure considering the rough day she faced.

"What?" Natasha asked.

He laid the length of the seats and his legs curved off the edge. He was much too tall and lengthy to be in the back and Natasha was confused with what he wanted her to do. She slowly moved her nails to his pants to unbutton them but Bobby seized them fiercely.

"I want to taste you." He said directly into her eyes with his typical, sex filled authority. Natasha's pussy pulsed and her clit was swelling. She slipped off her purple boy short panties and positioned herself over his lips. She looked down on him and could only see his eyes. His breath whispered onto her folds and she shuttered all over and hummed out a small moan. Her eyes shut and her hands grasped the door two inches away from her. Bobby went in and started flicking her puffed-up pussy which was so smooth and waxed to perfection. Her pussy lips were enormous; Bobby had to use his index and middle finger to part them. Natasha was purring and it sounded so loud in the enclosed space.

Bobby put more force onto her rose petals and Natasha was feeling herself building energy. She grasped her tit from under her shirt and Bobby suddenly found the nipple of her other. Natasha sat over him not breathing, moving or making a sound as her powerful orgasm ran through her body. But she moaned out as it settled and her aftershocks broke through. Natasha moved down to now straddle his groin. Bobby wrapped an arm around her waist and placed her onto the backseat. He looked down on her as her eyes were coated with sex. Her lips were slightly parted, red and inflamed while her hair was ruffled. Bobby lifted her shirt up over her head and feasted his eyes on her cheetah print push up bra. Bobby unbuttoned his pants and then grabbed the condom out of his pocket. Then he had thrust just half of his length into Natasha and she screamed out and reached for anything close by. But just as she vocally coaxed Bobby about his performance there was a hard knock on the window and Bobby took a deep breath of annoyance and pulled out of Natasha. Natasha got up quickly and watched Bobby as he put on his pants.

"Get dressed and stay to the side." Bobby said. He didn't want the police seeing anything that Bobby was seeing for the first time tonight. She was specifically for him.

Bobby opened the door and tried to keep it cracked just enough for him to get out, but the nosey police officer tried to pry inside anyway.

"She's getting dressed." Bobby said sternly, and quickly slammed the door. The officer was small and looked up at Bobby with his flashlight at his side. Bobby leaned against the window and crossed his bare arms. He didn't have enough time to put on a shirt and the officer didn't look like he appreciated Bobby's lack of upper body clothing. But Bobby really didn't care; he was upset his first moment of pleasure with Natasha was interrupted at its most crucial point.

"I'll need her to come out of the car as well" He said to Bobby.

"When she's dressed, she'll come out." Bobby said.

"Can I see both of your licenses and your registration?" Officer asked. Bobby moved towards the front seat and found the officer closing each inch of distance between them and still trying to snoop into the backseat. Bobby was getting quickly exasperated and his nostrils flared.

"I told you she was getting dressed, you need to stay back until she gets out." Bobby told him. The cop's eyes narrowed as Bobby handed him them information.

"I'm just trying to see if she's alright, and I quite frankly don't like the way I'm being spoken to Mr... Walton." The officer said.

"Bobby, relax." Natasha whispered from the back seat. She knew her man had a temper problem but she didn't know he could be so fearless, especially with anything concerning her. It was actually flattering and really sexy. Bobby blew off her warnings and continued to stare the cop down.

"Are you okay ma'am?" The cop asked.

"Yes I'm fine, thank you." Natasha said in a sweet voice.

" Can I ask you what exactly you two doing?" The cop asked. Bobby huffed out as he took advantage of his power. He knew exactly what they had been doing and just wanted to hear the words escape his mouth.

"We were... engaging in... I was pleasuring, my uh- girlfriend." Bobby said. Natasha chuckled from the back seat. The officer just walked away and strolled back to his police car with his information. Natasha moved to the passenger seat and handed Bobby his shirt. Natasha was practically floating on air as she sat beside her lover. Even though he only entered her with one stroke, it was enough to know what he was capable of and Natasha couldn't wait until she got the real deal. Bobby placed a hand on the side of her jaw once his shirt was on and he kissed her tenderly.

"You're glowing." Bobby whispered as his pride set in. She really was; her eyes held a sparkle and she had a small smile on her thick, full lips. Bobby was ready to finish what he had started and was still cursing out the cop that interrupted it all.

"So full of yourself." Natasha mumbled as she slipped on her sandals.

"And I wasn't even started though, wait until I really get in that pretty tight cun-" Bobby was cut off by a coarse throat clearing out the window. Bobby was getting so infuriated with this officer. His hot cock was ready for Natasha and that's all his mind was focused on in that moment.

"I'm getting you each with indecent exposure." The cop said. "Have a good day." He basically threw the papers at Bobby and it took a deep breath and a soft hand on his arm to stop him from cursing him out and being arrested for disorderly conduct.

Bobby eyed Natasha and went for her lips ravenously. Natasha almost complied but remembered what had happened just a few moments ago. She pushed him off as hard as she could but he still stopped on his own as if he didn't realize she was shoving him away.

"Bobby, take me home." Natasha said laughing. Bobby hissed and threw the car in drive with so much force while he stepped on the pedal in anger.

"Fuck." He spat as he realized he wouldn't be finishing his new vice with Natasha anytime soon. His cock was pulling blood from his body and he wished he could shoot his load. But Natasha sat in a daze as she experienced her first sexual act with a man in over 8 months. It was refreshing to know she was still a woman and Bobby thought of her as such too. She was flattered that he wanted her so badly, but if only he knew how badly she wanted him. She didn't think this was the right time for them to fully make love together. They definitely needed more time and the officer was a sign but it was wonderful while it lasted. Although Bobby seemed addicted already.



Unexpected Interest Ch. 04



5 WEEKS LATER

"Momma, I'm sorry. I've been meaning to call you this week. I've been so busy with work and everything. I know what, I need my nails and feet done ASAP, and I damn- I mean, I know you don't ever get yours done, so let's go tomorrow night. I'll pick you up after work. No backing out either girl." Natasha told her mother, trying to multitask with signing off some documents too. She was sitting at work and the office was busy today. Along with her mother calling and complaining unannounced, a whole new case opening up consisting of a multi-million dollar company suing another multi-million dollar company with complainants that their choices for storing their bio-hazardous waste is interfering with their product production and asking for over 4 billion dollars in differences is asking Natasha to represent them specifically. They're offering to pay the office 200,000 dollars in benefits and 78,000 for her as an individual. But the company she was representing went against all of her environmental morals. She believed they were guilty as can be. How can she represent someone who she wants to go completely against? To think of only herself would be selfish, there were 19 other people who would benefit from the case and would love to split the 200,000 dollars amongst each other. Plus her and Bobby had been taking things a little farther too but nowhere near sex, and she could tell he's willing to go beyond. But he has yet to pressure her and she was thankful for that.

"Alright baby, I'll be waiting for you. Don't be stressing yourself out too much over there either. Understand me?" She asked strictly.

"Yes ma." Natasha said, rolling her eyes at her mother. "How's daddy?" She asked, she hadn't spoken to him since a few weeks ago, which was the last time she spoke to her mother too.

"He's doing fine, just wondering when his ShaSha will be over here to see him." She said, trying to pull the guilt trip.

Here we go. She thought. Her mom always did this, no matter how many times Natasha tries to explain her job and social life. She tries her best to put family first, but other things always catch her attention earlier. But calling every week playing the accountable conscience is not always going to be effective. She loved her family, her mother, father, sister and new niece she's only seen a few times in her 6th month of life. But she was always so busy, she could feel it start to wear on her; she was beginning to take her anxiety medicine again. She was almost 4 months stress free, and pill free but recently, it's been difficult to keep her stressing under control. She woke up thinking, planning, deciding and executing, and fell asleep doing the same things. It was even beginning to put her in a bad mood.

"I'll be over soon. I gotta go, call you later." Natasha said, not in the mood to deal with this. She hung up as her mother said goodbye and stopped signing off to lean back in her chair and close her eyes for a few moments. But as she should have known, this can't go too long without interruption. On cue, her phone rings again just as she huffs and answers it.

"Ms. Ellis, there's an Olivia on the line for you." The receptionist says.

"Let her through Kelly, thanks." Natasha says tiredly. After a few seconds, she hears a voice she knows so well.

"So what's up? You too good to hang out with your girls anymore? You can't even spare a call? We ain't heard from you in a week Tash. Don't let your new man make you forget who your friends are." Olivia said, letting her tone run loose. Natasha was suddenly overcome with energy as she quickly left her large leather chair to shut the office door. Olivia continued to rant as Natasha walked back over towards the phone. She usually used a different way of talking around the office, but Liv was asking for it.

"What's up with you? You say you ain't heard from me in a week but the first conclusion you jump to is that I don't want to chill with you? What about my well being? And first off, the phone works both ways. I see what kind of friends ya'll are; ones who always think it's always about them. But baby girl, I have a life to live and things to do." She says, trying to keep her words light, yet still mild so she gets her point across in a tone that's suitable.

"Whatever! The only thing that's changed about this 'life' that you so called have to live is Bobby. Everything else was exactly the same and so were our friendships. So I can't help but put two and two together."

"You have no idea the shit I'm going through Olivia so don't even start. The fact that you haven't talked to me in so long only proves that you aren't up to date with my life. Many things have changed." Natasha said, she was feeling hot and knew she better get off the phone soon before she started being irrational. Fighting with her friends was difficult because they were her friends and she needed them there for her. Even though they hadn't spoken in awhile, she knew they were just a call away but when they fought it was a whole different story.

"Girl, you know what? I really don't care. If you're happy, than I'm happy for you. But if being happy means that our friendships aren't as strong as they once were, then what can I do?" Olivia laughed. "You do what you want and I'll just see where things end up."

"Shut up, nothing's gonna happen. I love ya'll and we'll always be close." Natasha said smiling. She knew Olivia's tone had lightened up by the playfulness in her voice but she couldn't help but feel the wrath of her previous feelings still coursing through her veins. Nor couldn't she help but feel the pressure of unbalance in her life.

******

"Baby?" Bobby asked, coming through the front door of Natasha's town house. He was spending a lot of time here, and Natasha spent some time over his too. So they both decided to supply each other with keys. Bobby was eager to see her and had missed her a lot today; she hadn't answered his calls while he was at work. He walked through the living room and didn't see her. He took a peek into Iodine's cage and he was there hopping around happily. He walked into the dining room to see her slumped over, papers spread on the table and her hands scribbling fiercely. Her shoes were still in place and she hardly looked comfortable. He walked behind her chair and snuck a kiss on her cheek delicately, leaning in for her lips a little more. But to his surprise she leaned away just the smallest amount for him to miss her lips again. Natasha stayed focused on her work.

Bobby tried to ignore this, and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. "What's for dinner Natty?" He had taken to calling her this over the past few weeks. She liked it; it was one she hadn't heard before. Her father calls her ShaSha, her girls call her Tash and most of her co-workers call her Nat. But Natty was definitely original.

"I don't know. Why do I need to cook every night? Cooking takes a lot of energy and time in case you didn't know. Wait, maybe you do know, hence the reason you never do it." She said with a lot of attitude. She looked him right in the eyes, with her hand over her forehead leaning on her elbow. Then all of a sudden she got up and stormed off into the bathroom.

Bobby had never seen her act like this. The rudeness was something he hadn't experienced before, and the fact that he didn't expect it only made things worse. He didn't know what to do, so he stupidly walked up to the bathroom door and opened it carefully. She was sitting on the toilet with her hands covering her face, and she was taking deep steady breaths.

"Nat- "Bobby started but Natasha cut him off before he could finish.

"Get out. Jesus Bobby, give me a break." Natasha said discourteously.

Bobby didn't take well to the insolence. He felt the need to put her over his knee and spank her brown ass until he watched it turned red. But he could see what this was; she was strained. Every day, she said less and slept longer. He needed to take care of his woman tonight if it was the last thing he'd ever do. He stood there, he guessed a second too long for Natasha. She looked at him with a teenage face expression that said "Well?" and got up to close the door on his face.

But Bobby put his foot into the door's path and pushed it back open forcefully. He grabbed the scared Natasha's wrist and looked her deeply in the eyes. She tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip. Natasha was frightened, but very aroused. She was turned on by this side of Bobby as his dark eyes turned the darkest black with sex and he licked his lips. He glared her over, taking his time with his eyes. Her slacks hugged her hips and the tops of her breasts peaked out from her blouse.

"Take off your clothes and wait on the bed." He said sternly. Her pussy sighed and hummed between her and she could do no more than obey. She walked around him to the bedroom and Bobby walked to the kitchen. He got a glass out of the wooden cabinet and poured himself a warming cup of Scotch; he would need it. He took a few deep breaths for Natasha's sake. He didn't want to hurt her... too much. She was still his girl, and all he wanted was for her to be pleased.

He walked over to the bedroom slowly and even though he told Natasha to strip, he was still shocked to see her sitting on her bed completely bare. He stood there, watching her for an instant. Her dense breasts hung slightly perky and her chocolate, almost black nipple curled upwards towards him. Her pussy was waxed, and her thighs were spread wide from the way she was sitting. She kept her gaze away from him, like a little girl getting in trouble. Although she was in trouble, it was nice to see Bobby's strong and attitude full woman being submissive to his commands. He was still upset with her for feeling like she had the right to bark at him like a dog rather than confide to him with her troubles. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

"Bobby why am-"Natasha started but this time, Bobby cut her off.

"Stop, talking." He whispered simply, still staring at her. Natasha was fighting back words that may get her in even more trouble. Her rebellious side didn't like him talking to her this way but her horny side loved it.

"Turn over." He commanded. She did, and her ass sat perched up in the air. It was glorious and glowing like the rest of her body. Bobby walked over and ran his hand down the small of her back down into her shaven, deep ass crack. He slid his hands down and reached under to cup her blazing pussy. Then without warning, he spanked her hard. Her brown bottom jiggled and shook from the contact.

"Bobby!" She moaned out in surprise. Bobby's cock stood at attention to his name being moaned in the high pitched voice. He did it again and she moaned over and over each time. After the 13th time, he rubbed the dark ruby ass cheeks that now felt hot under his hands. Then he squeezed them and she moaned out in pain. Natasha's ass was already sore from the spankings, and now he clutched them in his hands, giving her no mercy.

"Spread your legs." He practically whispered. But it still held influence Natasha couldn't refute. Bobby roughly pulled her to the edge of the bed and put her on all fours to get better access to her pussy. He ran his index and middle finger over her slit and found she was drenched. He could see her shiny juices oozing from her gap. He growled a low growl that rumbled in the room and he saw her hole clench lightly. He slipped his two fingers into her core and her walls were clenching him. She moaned out into the pillow and tightened her muscles rigidly. He quickened the pace and added his tongue to her pearl. He had forgotten how sweet she tasted. She was clean, and she had a true sugariness to her.

But Bobby was slopping her down. She moaned and cried but Bobby kept her on edge of her orgasms. It was torture for him to stop completely once he felt her climbing too high but he knew just when to end.

"Please." She pleaded in a high sex voice. But she could've spoken a different language because her words meant nothing. Bobby continued to take her on rim and slam her back to reality over 6 times, as far as Natasha could count. Bobby pried himself away from her overflow of rich sap and brutally flipped her on her back. She sucked in a breath of fear and shock before she stared at him waiting for what he would do next. Her fluids shined on his lips and chin and she longed to lick it off and taste herself.

"Don't you ever Natasha, speak to me or treat me like that again." He said in an unfathomably, strict and chilling voice. Bobby's anger was still relevant. "Do you understand?" He asked her, she sat there unresponsive for a moment then she nodded silently.

"Can I get words?" He asked.

"Yes, I understand." Natasha said in a tiny tone that she hated completely. She sounded so weak and helpless; two things she knew she wasn't. Before she could blink, Bobby was walking out of the room on a mission. Natasha felt the emptiness of the room and quickly grabbed her sheet to follow him.

"Where are you going?" She asked him, her sheet barely covering her. He was getting his Sperry's and putting them on quickly with a solid look plastered onto his face. He didn't answer Natasha and she suddenly felt bad for treating him the way she had after she replayed the scene in her mind. But she didn't want him to leave, especially with him being angry with her. She had to do something to convince him to stay.

"Baby?" She cooed, walking up beside him and grabbing his arm. But he was too strong and fast. He easily slipped out of her weak grip. Natasha watched her man walk to get his jacket and quickly slip it on as he proceeded to head out the door. Bobby's walk was slow and full of masculinity.

"Bobby, I'm sorry. Just... Just don't leave." She said, telling the complete truth. Natasha needed Bobby, especially with her rough day today. He stopped in the doorway and watched her for a moment.

He stopped in front of the door and waited two seconds to face her. He contemplated something in his head and Natasha waited patiently.

"If I stay, you need to talk to me about what's going on." He stated his only regulation. She nodded lightly and Bobby closed the door and walked over to the couch, jacket and shoes still on. Natasha went to put on some clothes and came back out in a white fitted T-shirt and pink lacy panties. Her big tits hung beautifully under her shirt and her thick lips were visible through her panties.

Is she trying to kill me? Bobby thought watching her put her hair into a big bun on the top of her head. Her contacts off and glasses snugly in place. Natasha looked at Bobby on the couch and felt suddenly uncomfortable. She walked over to him and kissed his forehead lightly. Then reached her hands around his jacket to pull it off. He complied and she hung it on the dining room chair. Then she got on her knees and took off his shoes to place them in their proper place at the door. She went to get Iodine and he lay flaccid in his mommy's hands, totally at ease. She walked over and nuzzled up to her man, just like their first date.

"Uh uh Natty. We need to talk." He said, not forgetting their arrangement. She sighed and sat up. He looked her in the eyes with a look that said she wasn't getting out of this. So she leaned into the opposite side of the chair's armrest and put her chocolate legs into his lap. He rubbed them and waited for her to speak.

"You hurt me earlier." She said.

"I would've never known, considering how wet you were... Don't change the subject either." He said turning a little to face Natasha. She was looking down at Iodine, avoiding eye contact. Bobby encouraged her with more gentle strokes on her legs.

"I got an offer today at work. 75,000 to represent a company. But what they stand for and what I'll be saying in court are things I don't think are right." She started, already sounding stressed.

"Baby, if you don't want to do it then don't do it. No one's making you, it's your choice. You should definitely turn it down if it's not something you support." Bobby said honestly. He knew what kind of person she was, and he didn't understand why she had such a difficult problem saying no to this.

"I know. And believe me, if it was that easy I would've done it as soon as they're asses called. It's just that their offering my employees 200,000 dollars to split. They've been working so hard, and I'd love to give them what they deserve." Natasha said looking down into Iodine, while she stroked his fur delicately. Bobby held so much pride for this woman. She was such a good hearted person; she wasn't worried about the entire averaged year's income for herself, she's worried about the bonuses for her employees. Bobby was completely speechless. He thought for a moment and came up with a halfway decent solution.

"Give the offer to someone else Natasha. If you don't care about the 75,000 dollar paycheck, ask someone else you trust to represent the company well." Bobby was speaking pure brilliance. Natasha beamed rays of smiles his way and was considering who to ask the next minute.

"I think I will, thank you." Natasha said, felling good she confided in Bobby. She was almost certain he wouldn't understand.

"What else is bothering you? It can't just be that." He said, not quite finished.

"My mom, she was getting on my case about communication." Natasha said, eyeing Bobby.

"Maybe you should try and connect with her more throughout the week." Bobby said, but knew that would be impossible. She barely had time to eat, and almost always came home late. The time she did have, she either spent taking a relaxing bath that she really needed, taking a nap or working in the garden.

"You know just as well as I do that that isn't as easy as it sounds for me." Natasha said, rolling her eyes.

"It's family, you have to make time for them." Bobby said

"I know, I'm trying- I really am... it's just, I don't know." Natasha said, trailing off. "My friends feel neglected too. You should've heard the argument I had today, it hurt so badly to hear them think of me that way. They think it's because of you." Natasha said, giving him a glance.

"How is it that I'm keeping you away from your friends?" He said, sounding truly confused. He barely got to see her, matter of fact, this was the most conversation they'd had all week.

"I don't know. I think they're upset they haven't met you yet."

"Well when will I meet them?" He asked

"Soon enough." She said

"And your mom?" Bobby said more seriously.

"Soon enough. What do you want to eat?"

And with that, Bobby leaned over and carried Natasha to the bedroom to finish eating his dinner.

***********

"What'd she say?!" Natasha almost screamed in the Nail Salon. The women looked at her briefly before turning back and minding their own business. Which they shoulda' been doing anyway. She thought.

"Keep your voice down Tasha. Your sister just misses you. That's all." Her mother said beside her, getting her pedicure. Natasha's mother had jet black hair she made sure to dye regularly. Her brown eyes and thick lashes were a dominant trait passed to her only 2 children. She was a beautiful dark brown woman who taught Natasha everything she knew about life.

Her mother was in the middle of telling her that Natasha's sister; Naomi was going around telling family Natasha thought of herself as more worthy than her and overall, cut her own sister out of her life. Although Natasha was very disappointed with the choices her beautiful, talented and intelligent sister took, she'd in no way cut her off. She knew her sister was everything she wished she could be, and she'd never think of herself as better-quality. Her sister had left home right after high school for a major in ballet to be a professional dancer, having done it all her life. Natasha was on her way to the 10th grade and wanted to be just like Naomi, eager to graduate and live on her own, hopefully with her sister clearly in the picture. But as Natasha finished her 1st year if college, her sister, too caught up in men to ever be there for her, had gotten engaged and dropped out. She used this time to move in with her husband, cook, clean and make love to him daily. Not once did she go back to her life as a dancer. Naomi had sacrificed everything to be a domestic wife. Now with her baby in tow at the fresh age of 28, it had gotten even worse.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 04



Natasha made a vow to make her mark on the world. She was 25 and doing great things. She wouldn't allow herself to become the perfect wife in this strict socially structured place. But she wished Naomi didn't either.

"Ma, why would I say something like that? Why would she say, I would say something like that? Sometimes I doubt she remembers I'm her sister, or the life we once lived as best friends essentially. She treats me like I have something against her when I don't." Natasha said, feeling herself want to call her up right that minute. She'll go around getting sympathy from aunts, uncles and cousins and then as soon as Natasha comes by, wanting to connect with her family, they give her the cold shoulder with thoughts in the back of their mind of what Naomi said. It's happened more than a few times. Natasha was getting fed up. This was the last thing she needed to be worried about right now. She had absolutely no time to deal with Naomi's shit.

"Now look, don't go making a big deal out this. Do you hear me? You two are family, sisters to be even more specific." Her mother said, feeling Natasha's insides boiling with anger. Barbie, Natasha's mother, decided to change the subject to something else. She eyed her daughter for a moment.

"How are things going with you two?" She said, catching Natasha off guard with her question. She turned to her mother sharply. Her stomach did a back flip and she took a moment to process the question. She really wasn't ready to introduce him to her family yet and knew that would be Barbie's next investigation.

Maybe I can act like I don't know what she's talking about. Natasha said opening her mouth to try out the approach to the question. But her mother spoke quicker.

"And don't be actin' like you don't know what I'm talking about." She said, catching on to her daughter's plan. Natasha took a breath in defeat, and turned her attention back to her feet being scrubbed beneath her.

"Pretty good." She said, feeling embarrassed. It was hard to talk to her mom about sex and men. She didn't have that type of relationship with her. Natasha was always focused on school and friends, much more than she was on boys in her younger years. Her first talk with her mom was her senior year of high school, and it was horrible. But she and Barbie were definitely close.

"When are you bringing him over?" She asked, watching Natasha.

"Ma, I don't know if it's that serious yet." Natasha said, getting a little defensive.

"I'd say it already was that serious Natasha. But okay, we don't need to talk about it any further. How are my favorite ladies?" She asked, referring to Natasha's girls.

"They're fine. I think they're getting a little upset because I haven't hung with them in awhile. Well... longer than normal." Natasha said, loosening up a little in her chair. She was now getting her toes painted a glittery dark purple. Her nails were the same color with rhinestone polka dots on her index. Barbie picked out a glazed dark blue, it was fitting and it looked like the color that would be in a mood ring. Natasha was happy to see her mother enjoying a girly activity.

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Bobby was in the office, talking to a client on the phone. He was briskly writing notes about how they wanted their accounts to be organized and separated. This company had a lot of demands and over 60 accounts that needed to be sorted in a month. That was more than enough time for Bobby; he wasn't in the top office of the building for nothing. He was applauded for the quality and most importantly, the large amount of accounts sorted in the shortest amount of time. He was good with his numbers.

"Okay. I will have them done by or before then. Don't even worry about it." He said, ending his call.

Tammy came into his office with a plate covered with a napkin. Her hair was curled loosely, giving it more volume. Her dark green slacks hung loose and her wrap shirt accented nothing.

"I know you aren't eating lunch, so I brought you some cookies from our meeting." She said, putting the cookies on his desk and sat on his desk as she always did.

"Thank you." Bobby said simply wanting her to leave. He tapped his pen on his notepad silently while he read a spread sheet on his desk. He never let his eyes leave the writing and he was determined to be focused on what he was doing.

"Bobby." She stated in a different voice than normal. Bobby looked up to see her looking timidly into her palms on her lap. She twirled her fingers nervously. "I know you don't... I know you aren't interested in me. But I feel... like we could be great together if you took the time to get to know me." She said honestly. Bobby actually felt bad for her. He was focused on someone else and she wasn't his type.

"I just don't see you in that way." He stated. Tammy took it upon herself to lean across the desk and take Bobby's hand in hers. Bobby retreated immediately from the coarse, small palm and before he knew it Tammy was leaning across the desk and kissing him. The miniature thin lips were something he wasn't used to, and he almost wondered how he ever enjoyed the size. Bobby gently pushed her away and the look of shock was plastered on his face.

"Get out." He mumbled. Tammy quietly left and Bobby rested his head in his hands. He tried not to mix his business and pleasure but it seemed like the option wasn't even up to him anymore. Was this sexual harassment? What else did he need to say to this woman to get it through her thick skull that he'd never be interested in her? And to think his grandmother was fond of her, and preferred her over Natasha. He had to tell Natasha, it was the only right thing to do. A pit of fear entered his stomach; he wondered what her reaction would be. Natasha was such an unpredictable woman and information that may be surprising to some people probably wouldn't even catch her off guard. But something entirely expected could set her off.

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"Naomi, we need to talk." Natasha said to her sister over her phone at work. She had thought about what her mother said and decided to talk to her about it.

"Come by." She said

Natasha pulled up to her sister's house. Her blue Audi parked in the driveway with her husband's Cadillac right behind it. Her house was large and beautiful, right out of a magazine. Natasha walked the walk to the front door and knocked lightly and within a few seconds her sister was there, looking beautiful.

Her hair was cut into a long A symmetrical bob with longer sections in the front and short layers in the back. She had also gotten honey brown highlights. Naomi's eyes were identical to her own big brown ones, but her skin was her mother's color. She wore a turquoise blouse that showed off her large breasts. On her chest was Natasha's niece Tatiana. Tatiana was a beautiful golden-brown round baby. Her cheeks pushed onto her mother's chest and her full lips hung limp. Her eyes were framed in lashes that stretched a mile and her hair was curly and untamed.

"Come in." Naomi said stepping aside. Natasha walked into the house to the family room she had been in so many times. Her sister's house had a modern feel that reminded her of a robot. She hated to sit on her leather couch but she didn't have a choice. Naomi sat across from her with her hand on Tatiana's back, rubbing lightly. Naomi was a very loving mother, it was apparent she loved her baby. Natasha reached out her hands for her niece; no longer able to fight the feeling of wanting to hold her. Naomi quickly handed her over and sat back in her chair. Natasha cradled her in her arms and brushed away some loose curls that fell on her face. She quickly fell asleep.

"Mommy told me what you said." Natasha started, not looking up from the baby. "Why would you say something like that about me?" Natasha said. The baby was a reminder to stay calm and she was thankful for it. Her temper and attitude would be going rampant without her.

"How else am I supposed to feel? I haven't heard from you in 4 months. We were best friends, almost inseparable until I got married." Naomi said, the tension rising in her voice.

"Yeah, until you got married and decided to put every ounce of your life into pleasing your husband. Plus I've been working, I have things to do. I'm trying." Natasha said.

"And I'm not? Is that what this is? Do you feel let down?" Naomi asked incredulously.

"You know what, yes I do. I have never known you to be so inactive and I don't like it. I want more for you. I want you to be 'happy' by choice." Natasha said as delicately as she can.

"What makes you think I'm not happy, and that this isn't my choice?" Naomi said quietly. Her husband was taking a nap upstairs, and she didn't want him to hear this conversation. Then he'd be urging her to go out more and be around people.

"Naomi, don't play that bull shit with me. I know you. You wanted to dance and choreograph dances for 5 star Broadway shows. You wanted this," Natasha said, gesturing with her free hand to the house. "But you wanted that first." Natasha pointed to the photo of her and her sister. The two little girls were smiling gleefully after Naomi had won 1st place in her dance competition. Their cheeks were pressed together and Natasha wore a red dress while Naomi wore her leotard and tutu. Natasha was so glad that day, to be standing up and cheering for her sister- the 1st place winner as her daddy lifted her over his shoulders to cheer and clap the loudest. Naomi sat thinking for a moment, and a small tear rolled down her cheek.

"Well what do you want me to do? Drop everything and start dancing again? I have a family now." Naomi said, genuinely asking for advice. Natasha knew she had broken through to her sister.

"I know that. There are plenty of women who work and keep up with their families Mimi. You don't have to stop everything. Start a dance company." Natasha said, thinking aloud.

Naomi shot her head up at the last part, and Natasha saw in her eyes, finally, the dedication and anticipation she knew so well. Natasha felt in her bones that this dance company would be open in a matter of months.

After discussing this idea a little longer with her sister it was getting late and Natasha was tired. She looked at the baby that slept in her hands and she knew she wasn't ready to give her up yet.

"I want to take her home for the night. I'll bring her back tomorrow." Natasha said, sitting in the now lit family room. Naomi sat in her seat with her feet tucked under her.

"Okay sure, I'll pack some things for her." Naomi said, getting up.

Natasha looked at her cell phone and saw she had a text; she used her free hand to check it.

I miss u, u ok?

It was Bobby and he had sent it 20 minutes ago. She must have been too involved with the conversation to hear her favorite band sing her the arrival of a text. She replied:

Miss u 2 baby, be home soon.

She realized it was 2 and a half hours past the time she got off work. Of course he would be worried about her. Bobby wasn't the pushy type, which she was thankful for. How would he react to her just coming home out of the blue with a baby in her arms? She laughed lightly to herself.

He'd be confused as hell. She laughed a little harder. Tyson, Naomi's husband peeked from around the corner in his beater and sweatpants. He was a beautiful lean brown man with a husky voice and a thin 5 centimeter long beard. She couldn't have chosen a better brother. He was perfect for her sister.

"What's up Big T?" Natasha said jokingly

"Not much Lil' T. Can I borrow my girl for a second?"He laughed and walked over to get his baby, who was squirming a little in Natasha's arms. Before he took her, he tussled Natasha's hair and she squealed in frustration. Tyson laughed a growl of a laugh and kissed Tatiana on her chubby cheeks and strolled away into the kitchen. She smiled at how cute he was with her and tried to picture Bobby holding their baby and kissing it so lovingly. About 20 minutes later Naomi returned with a big, full bag and Tatiana in her car seat ready to go.

"She may be hungry later, and she usually sleeps through the night. I'll see ya'll tomorrow. Ty should be home if I'm not, he doesn't have to work this Saturday." She said more to the baby, and kissed her on both of her cheeks before Natasha and Tatiana drove away.

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Bobby heard the front door close and walked out of the bedroom to see Natasha struggling with 2 bags and a baby carrier. Bobby walked over to her and took the carrier to help loosen her load. He curiously put it on the couch and raised the blanket to see Natasha's big brown eyes staring back at him. Bobby was scared.

"It's my niece." She said walking over to him and rubbing his bicep. He breathed a breath of relief and looked at Natasha with questioning eyes. He wanted to hold her just as Natasha had when she first saw her. Natasha nodded and Bobby bent to unloosen her straps and picked her up. She was dense and chunky, but completely striking.

Natasha smiled at him and walked over to the door to kick her shoes off beside Bobby's. Then she went to the kitchen to cook something quick for her and her boyfriend. But to her surprise there was Chinese on the counter.

"Bobby, what's this?" She asked looking inside. Bobby followed her voice with the cooing baby lying in his arms.

"I was going to give you a break from cooking but I didn't know you'd be coming home late today, so it's probably cold." He said sounding a little disappointed. She walked over to him and stood on her tip toes to peck him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you baby, I should've called you. I went over to my sister's and straightened everything out. Then I was holding Tatiana and I wanted to bring her home with me for the night." Natasha said preparing their plates of Chinese food and popping them into the microwave. Bobby leaned on the counter across from her, admiring her from behind.

How long is she going to make me wait? Bobby asked silently. But then he felt terrible for even thinking that way. Ever since they're incident in the car happened, he hasn't been able to get his dick anywhere near her pussy, but their lips were a whole different story. Bobby was wondering why she had taken up this specific type of abstinence but decided against questioning her.

"I'm glad you worked everything out with her." Bobby said, rubbing the baby's belly. He was holding her like his hand was a seat. She faced forward, content with all she was getting to see. He was taking well to Tatiana and enjoyed having this warm baby in his arms. He kind of wanted one of his own with Natasha. He looked at her and imagined her glowing with his seed growing in her belly, Iodine in her hands and her bright smile flashing her happiness towards him.

"So how was work?" Natasha asked, still facing the counter. Bobby panicked for a moment; how would he tell her? He took a deep breath.

"Well baby, I actually need to talk to you about something." Bobby began. Natasha turned around immediately and an eyebrow was lifted.

"Yeah?" She asked, extending the word out a little longer then it should've been.

"Um, Tammy? The one from Mother's Day? She got a little carried away and uh- kissed me. I just wanted to let you know." Bobby said, about to get up from his seat and leave the room.

"What?" Natasha hissed. The microwave buzzed behind her and she quickly pivoted to focus her attention elsewhere. "Did you kiss her back?" She asked casually.

"No! Of course not. I told her to get out." Bobby said, defending himself.

"Well okay. I trust you." Natasha whispered, trying to contain her emotions. She was feeling fury, envy and territorial.

"Natty, you have nothing to be worried about." Bobby reassured her. He got up from his seat and walked over to where she was standing.

"I better not have anything to worry about." She mumbled.

"Mhm, hush." He said, kissing her temple.

*********

"It's Saturday Bobby! What could you possibly have to do?" Cameron said, making no sense. Cameron was persuading Bobby to attend the fight party he was hosting tonight. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, and Bobby was just waking up; Cameron was to blame. Bobby was starving and walked into the kitchen to see pancakes, eggs, bacon and cheese grits waiting on a plate Natasha had wrapped up for him. She returned Tatiana unwillingly to her rightful parents earlier that morning.

"Natasha wanted to spend some time with me today." Bobby said honestly. But it was actually him who wanted the quality time. She felt the same way though, and she missed talking to him. Their work days were draining and very demanding. He looked out the window to see her car there, but she wasn't in the house. Then he looked to the right to see a piece of her round ass sticking up on all fours in the center of her garden.

"She can come too. There's going to be a lot of people here Bobby. I want you to come dude." He said, completely winning him over.

"Alright, alright. I'll ask Natty about it and I'll call you back." Bobby hung up when Cameron started to rant about being him bitch. He walked out the front door in his sweatpants to see her ass turned towards him. She had on shorts that were covered in dirt. She was barefoot on her knees and was working in her garden.

She leaned behind her for her small shovel and eyed Bobby's feet under her big floppy hat standing behind her with his arms crossed over his bare, muscular chest and a small smirk on his lips. She laughed.

"Should I be calling neighborhood watch to report a pervert in the area?" Natasha laughed hysterically at her own joke but Bobby kept his face straight.

"Harty Har Har. Why'd you let me sleep so late?" He asked her.

"You were tired." She said, turning back to her work in the garden. The front of her townhouse was always beautiful. The mixture of fruits and vegetables created a circle in the center then there were beautiful flowers on the outer rim of the circle. The inside stayed blank, for her to kneel and easily tend to the growing plants.

Bobby saw some movement in the flowers and noticed Iodine eating a small tomato delicately. He sat on the step and watched her.

"Why do you grow fruits and vegetables when you never eat them?" He asked curiously watching Natasha let Iodine feast on her garden. "I'm not the only one capable of eating them. Birds, cats, bugs, and rabbits come by here all the time." She said still planting. Bobby considered this and thought it was reasonable, considering she thought of this shit as a hobby. She really didn't need a reason to do it other than the fact she thought it was fun.

"Natty?" Bobby asked in a small voice, which Natasha recognized as a voice that was followed by something he wanted her to do.

"Yes Bobby." She said looking up at him, waiting.

"Cameron invited- "She cut him off and continued to work in her garden as she spoke. It was such a weird combination that Bobby was so governing and rough but always wanted to please her and make sure she was okay with everything. But it was a quality she admired in him because it was a perfect quality to deal with her attitude and fragile side too.

"Go." She said simply.

"You'd come too?" He asked her, she looked up at him again. She didn't want to go, she wouldn't know anyone.

"I won't know anyone. Plus I'm going to the office later today" She said looking at him; she was pleading with her eyes for Bobby to understand and not press it any further.

"Fine, we're spending the night together- no interruptions." He said coldly.

"Okay, sounds good." She got up and bent to his level to give Bobby a kiss on his cheek. He pulled her in for a kiss on the lips but she protested.

"I'm dirty." She stated, fighting to get out of his hold. Bobby gripped her ass firmly and it calmed her immediately. She stopped struggling and let Bobby get as many kisses as he preferred. He was kissing her down, sucking on her lips gracefully. Then he kissed her harder and she moaned in his mouth when his tongue slipped through her teeth. Their tongues danced and Natasha moaned even louder when he ran his tongue over her sensitive lips. She slid her manicured fingers over the bridge in his sweat pants and it was Bobby's turn to growl. To get back at her, he kept one hand tightly on her ass, and moved another up her stomach to kneed her breasts through her green t-shirt. Natasha broke the kiss and cooed too loudly for public. Bobby chuckled and pinched the nipple between his index and thumb.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 04



"Ouch." Natasha said, but it was in a whisper/moaning voice.

"Mmm, I'm sorry baby." Bobby said. And as he stood he kissed the clad nipple he had pinched and looked down on Natasha. He slapped her firmly on her ass and with that, she grabbed Iodine and walked into the house. Bobby followed right behind her, making sure to not leave too much space between them.

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Bobby was sitting on the couch as 11:30 rolled around and Natasha wasn't home. A piece of him was worried but the majority figured she was still in the office. His legs were spread apart as his arms rested on them. His phone sat in his hands and he awaited the return of at least 1 of his 5 unanswered phone calls. The dinner of shrimp alfredo with a side salad sat cold on the table that was admirably lit with 5 candles and brand new roses he had purchased earlier that day. Beside the roses were 2 glasses of white Marlow that Bobby had paid a good penny for. But the bubbles had been long gone.

The front door opened lightly and Natasha's shoes clacked calmly as she kicked them off. She walked in to see Bobby barely acknowledge her. She strode over to sit beside him but he still sat stiff.

"I left my cell phone home by mistake, and Kelly wasn't there to accept my calls so they're all left on her machine. I'm sorry." Natasha said robotically and unenthusiastically. Bobby got up before she could even finish her explanation and walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Natasha sighed quietly and unbuttoned her jeans.

She went to the kitchen to get Iodine some more water, he was running low. But she passed the dining room table and took in the beautiful set up but then blew out the candles. The alfredo didn't look too edible; the noodles undercooked and the sauce very scarce but the fact that he had tried still warmed her heart. But the fact that she had stood him up was heartwarming as well, but not in the good way. As she sat at the sink, waiting for the water to get cold she closed her eyes, finally realizing how tired she was.

Maybe I'll sleep on the couch tonight. She thought, but then quickly contradicted herself. No, this is my house .If anybody's sleeping on the couch, it's him.

She gave Iodine the water and walked into her bedroom. The lights were still off, but the bathroom door was closed and the light inside illuminated from the bottom of the entrance. Natasha was ready to fully give herself to Bobby, she just needed to find the right time. She didn't want him to be mad at her, tired from work or in the backseat of him BMW. She wanted it to be perfect. Bobby had some boxers laid out on his side of the bed, so Natasha striped to her underwear and put on one of her sleeping T-shirts. She put her hair in a big bun, and put on her glasses. As she was standing in front of her mirror fixing her bun, Bobby walked out of the shower completely naked. His cock hung long, and his chest and hair were glistening from his shower. He quickly got his boxers on and walked into the living room, closing the door back behind him. Natasha stood there thinking on what to do.

She went out into the living room and saw him lying on the couch, a blanket lying between his legs. The lights were off and there was only the glow from the TV lighting up his body. She walked around him slowly and sat on the edge of the couch, his hips resting behind her. She fought for his eye contact but he refused to give it to her. Natasha lovingly stroked his hair and sat for a minute, watching him.

"I'm sorry?" Natasha asked. She was patient with him, and it took him 5 minutes to answer her, but she never stopped stroking his hair.

"I miss you." He said, finally looking at her. He looked deeply into her eyes, and she had to look down to avoid the intense stare. It was like he was looking right into her core. Natasha took a hard gulp.

"I'm here." She said simply

"No you're not. You're at work or sleeping or doing something else." Bobby said to her. She felt bad, but she wasn't stopping her life to cater to him. She would not become her sister.

"I'm committed to my job and it just so happens to require a lot of my time." Natasha said, getting defensive. "I cook for you don't I? And I suck your dick when you need it." She said.

"It's not just about that Natasha! Those are not the reasons why I'm with you so why do you think they'd become the reasons I stay with you?" Bobby said. Natasha didn't realize he felt like this and she abruptly felt guilty. "Then you continue making all these plans with the only time we really have to spend together. I just want you to myself sometimes. I want to be able to kiss you, talk to you and hold you without being on a fucking time crunch. Everything is always so rushed." He said, turning back to the TV.

"Bobby, I have friends, family and hobbies too." Natasha tried to say gently.

"You know what; you're right. Absolutely right. So it sounds like you're too busy for a relationship right now and I'm not gonna' sit around and be unhappy." Bobby said getting up from the couch and strolling to the bedroom. Natasha felt panicked and followed him to see him gathering all his stuff.

"You're not even gonna' try and work this out with me?" Natasha asked, feeling her throat clamp and her eyes sting. She felt weird begging this way so she stopped. She sat on the bed and watched him rummage through the drawers and look through the bathroom. He threw on a shirt and walked out of the area. Natasha watched him as he put on his shoes and opened the front door just to slam it behind him. She stood there as he walked down her walkway to his BMW. But this time she didn't stop him.

Bobby sat in his car and saw her standing there in the window beside the door, with the curtains and blinds pulled wide. She didn't care if she didn't have on any pants as tears ran down her face and her body shook with crying aftershocks.

Natasha lay in her bed, at 5:00 in the morning, 5 hours since Bobby left, sobbing into her pillow while her eyes felt dense in their sockets. She never realized how lonely she was or had been until that night. She hated the meaninglessness she felt within her as she grasped her man wasn't behind her as he always was, nuzzling her neck and lightly rubbing her from behind, coaxing her into sleep.

******

1 WEEK LATER.

"I want you to meet him. He is so chill plus we need to catch up anyway." Olivia said through the receiver. Natasha was lying on her couch, enjoying the entire container of Ben and Jerry's while Iodine hopped around her legs. Cheater's played in the background and Natasha fought to keep her attention away from the evidence and onto her conversation with her friend. She still hadn't broken the news that she and Bobby were no longer an item.

"Okay, I'll meet ya'll there tonight." Natasha said quietly.

"Yeah... you okay? You sound off." Olivia asked, worriedly. Natasha brought the shine back in her voice, but she knew it could only last momentarily.  "I'm good. I'll text you when I'm on my way though."

"Alright." Olivia said warily.

********

"Hi I'm Natasha." She said as she reached her hand out to greet the man Olivia had been dating as they waited for their table. He was tall and his skin was screaming some mixture of white, black and something exotic. But his eyes were a light, honey brown and she found herself intrigued. He wore a red and white striped v-neck with dark jeans. Natasha's brow furrowed as he registered something in his head and it showed on his features. The look remained as he said his name, and then something was registering in her brain as well.

"Cameron." He said slowly. He smiled wide and Natasha knew exactly where she'd heard the name.

"Are you Bobby's friend?" Natasha asked quietly. His smiled decreased as he noticed her facial appearance changed into something much more different than what the coincidence required. Her eyes grew low and she left his gaze quickly. Then just in time, Olivia had returned from the bathroom; oblivious to everything. Natasha was feeling on edge about Cameron being longtime friends with Bobby. The last thing she wanted was for Bobby to have a pretty close link to how she was doing, what she looked like, how she acted and who she spoke to. Anything Olivia knew, Cameron would probably know too and so would Bobby.

"What are you guy's talking about?" Olivia asked cheerfully as she latched onto Cameron's forearm that rested into the pocket of his jeans.

"Nothing much babe." Just as he finished his sentence, their tables were ready. The hostess led them to their seats and Natasha slid into the booth. Cameron and Olivia sat side by side in front of her and nuzzled up with no time to waste. Cameron's arm was wrapped around her lower waist and Olivia casually let her head be supported by his shoulder. Natasha was overcome by the action and averted her eyes swiftly.

How could watching people be happy with one another make me feel so terrible? Natasha thought as she toyed with the menu's flap under her hands. Olivia sensed her discomfort.

"Babe, did you know Bobby and I are best friends?" Cameron asked Olivia. Olivia's eyes grew wide and she turned to Natasha.

"What?! How crazy is that? Rhode Island really is too small." Olivia said just as their waiter approached the table to take their drinks.

"How'd you two meet again?" Natasha asked, trying to get Bobby away from the topic of discussions. She remembered Olivia saying something about meeting in a car.

"Well, I was driving on I-95 peacefully and Cameron here, cut me off. I mean, he sped up, got in my lane so quickly it made me have to stop completely on a main highway." She said, using her hands to emphasize her words. Natasha smiled at her friend and noticed Cameron's expression.

"What?" He spat. "That is not what happened -- Olivia cut me off and I just went around her." He said simply.

"Anyway, after Cameron cut me off, he ended up beside me at a stop light. He was staring at me—"

"Because she was so lovely." Cameron said eyeing her.

"So I gave him the finger, but then he invited me out for dinner and who am I to turn down free dinner?" Olivia said, as if it was the only reason she had dinner with Cameron. He rolled his eyes in disbelief and awaited the arrival of their drinks behind Natasha. The waiter advanced with 6 drinks in total. 3 were the drinks they had ordered, but the other 3 were extravagant bartended drinks. Cameron and Olivia's were a blend of orange and strawberry in tall glasses while Natasha's was a wide champagne glass full of mango magic. This had been her favorite drink from this restaurant specifically and she was curious to know where the drinks had come from.

"What is this?" Olivia asked happily. She didn't know where they had come from but she began sipping it anyway.

"It's from the bartender—on the house. And he'd really like if you came by the bar." The waiter said to Natasha, making eye contact with her. Natasha glanced over at the bar to see the handsome Terrance piercing his eyes into hers. From where she sat, time was his friend and only made him look better. Olivia's eyes narrowed to slits but she didn't stop drinking her free drink.

Natasha pondered her choices at this moment. She was happy that they had received the drinks and she didn't want to be offensive and not thank him personally for paying for them but she kind of hated him. He continued to keep his eyes on her and he awaited her decision too. Natasha slowly moved up from her booth seat and sauntered over towards the bar. Terrance had a 6 o'clock shadow that framed his cheeks and chin. His jaw bones had strengthened and his hair was curly and short. His white teeth broke through as Natasha approached him. She kept her face straight and focused on keeping her greeting short and cordial.

"Natasha baby! How you doin' girl? You look good." He said, eyeing her over. Natasha rolled her eyes and pursed her lips at his attempt to compliment her.

"Yeah um, I just wanted to thank you for the drinks." She said gently and already pivoting herself back in the direction of the table.

"No problem, I'm actually on break so I'd love to talk to you for a little bit." He asked, optimistically.

"I don't have much to say..."

"Please? Just give me 5 minutes." Within an instant he was walking from around the bar and into one of the seats in front of it. Natasha sat in the one adjacent to him as she waited for him to verbalize.

"How's work going? People always talk about your firm."

"It's great." Natasha said. She wasn't explaining or adding more details to anything; he didn't deserve it.

"Natasha, what happened with us? I'm completely confused." Terrance whispered fiercely. Natasha thought of the right words to phrase her feelings that would be appropriate for public. But as Terrance waited, he decided to use that time to speak again. "You just stopped answering my calls, I came by a few times and you wouldn't open the door -- I didn't understand."

"You were cheating on me! How can you act like you didn't do anything wrong?" Natasha asked.

"What? I wasn't cheating on you! I loved you Natasha, why would I hurt you like that?" Terrance said sweetly. Natasha suddenly remembered how smooth Terrance could be with his words and that soft tenor voice. He slipped a hand around one of hers that rested in her lap as he spoke but still kept his eyes on her. Natasha wasn't quite ready to believe him since she had seen the evidence with her own eyes. She snatched her hand out of his reach and narrowed in on him.

"I saw you. You kissed the blonde bitch outside your job that day." This one statement changed his whole demeanor. His confidence flew out the window and he bowed his head in defeat. Terrance was testing the waters with how much it was Natasha actually knew. He thought it was just a rumor from one of her girls but to have her actually have seen it was something he couldn't fix. It also made trying to lie to her just that much more difficult. He hadn't changed one bit, and you would think he'd try and be open with her.

"You dirty lying dog." Natasha laughed. She got up from her seat and began venturing back to her table. "Thanks for the drinks." She called out behind her while she tried to stifle flipping him the bird.

"What was that?" Olivia asked. Natasha would've loved to tell her what had just happened but then she noted Cameron's open ears right in front of her. Their appetizer had came and it seemed that was all he was focused on, but ears hear things regardless of if you want them to or not. She didn't want Bobby to know, so the best bet was to not let Cameron know.

"I'll tell you later." Natasha mouthed.

"Okay, well I'm moving in with Cameron next month!" Olivia said happily. This dinner was going south for the two women and Natasha knew it. There were so many things they wanted to say to one another that were limited because of Cameron.

"... Wow." That's all Natasha could manage to say. They both gave her the same look at her forced enthusiasm. But Natasha couldn't be happy for her friend. They had only been dating a few months—not much longer than she and Bobby, and they hadn't even begun talking about moving in with one another.

"What do you do Cameron?" Natasha asked as she took a bite of the appetizer. She felt the need to grill him a little bit. She was skeptical about why they were going into things so quickly.

"I'm a realtor, my dad owns Biller Inc." Cameron said. Natasha gave him an impressed look. She heard the name of the company a lot around Rhode Island and knew it was very popular in the state and was recently projecting out of the state too. She could only imagine what his house looked like.

"Oh great." Natasha said. Cameron excused himself to the bathroom and Natasha gave Olivia a knowing look. This would be the moment they got to share everything and she knew it would only last awhile.

"What's wrong?" Olivia asked frantically. Natasha already knew what she was referring to.

"We broke up I guess." Natasha said quietly.

"What? Why?"

"I was too busy. He felt like I wasn't spending enough time with him."

"Aw poor baby. Tash girl, you look terrible. But what'd Terrance say? And why didn't you want to say it in front of Cameron?" Olivia asked, getting defensive. Natasha rolled her eyes at her unneeded attitude.

"I don't want anything getting back to Bobby. But he was trying to lie to me and tell me he wasn't cheating! Can you believe that?" Natasha asked.

"Disgusting. You don't think me and Cameron moving in together is a good idea?" Olivia asked.

"Hell no! What are you doing? You guys haven't even been together that long Olivia!" Natasha whispered.

"I know but, I think things are gonna' work out. If they don't I'll still have my lease in effect so I'll just move back in." Olivia said.

"Whatever. Just be careful." Natasha said as Cameron approached the table again.

**************

"Tomorrow will mark 3 weeks." Natasha told her sister Naomi. Ever since they called a truce and got down to the bottom of their animosity for each other, they had been closer than ever. Natasha was thankful; she wanted to stay involved in her only niece's life. But not only that, she loved her sister. Their chemistry and similarity kept them in harmony and in sync whether she wanted to be or not. Natasha sat on a barstool and held her niece now, cradling her in the joint of her right arm. Naomi cooked dinner across from Natasha on the opposite side of the island counter.

"I know it's hard Tash, I can tell you're really hurting. But sometimes things happen for the best. Now I'm not saying you two aren't meant to be, just maybe ya'll need to reflect." She said, stirring the macaroni and turning to her sister. Naomi looked into her sister's face and saw a completely different woman. She kept her hair either limp, or in a boring ponytail. Natasha lost touch with herself, and her nails were far past their time to be done again. Naomi knew this was a sure sign of some sort of trauma. She felt a little sorry for her sister; she knew of her last heartbreak with Terrance and figured that incident was only making things more difficult for her now. She shivered at the thought of Natasha's reaction to seeing her soul mate living another life with a child and woman that she had nothing to do with.

"Do you think I'm wrong?" Natasha asked her sister, looking into her niece and playing with her curls. She cooed as she always did, then spit bubbles through her already inherited full lips. After Naomi didn't respond for a moment she looked up to see her pondering the question.

"I know being in control and fulfilling your own desires before anyone else's is the way you are. But if you always follow this rule, you'll be so unhappy in the end. Sometimes it feels good to care for someone else." Naomi told her. Natasha sat silently. Naomi chuckled. "I guess we're complete opposites. We can learn a little something from each other."

I guess that is true. Natasha thought.

"Baby, is the food ready?" Tyson called, walking into the kitchen unknowing of his sister's presence. Natasha smiled at him lightly and Tyson gave her a worried look.

"You okay Natasha?" He asked, standing against the stainless steel fridge, arms crossed over his chest. He was less than a few feet away from Naomi who was also evaluating Natasha. Natasha nodded towards them and she knew Tyson wasn't buying it.

Natasha and Tyson held a close relationship and he was almost like a brother. They had known each other for the 5 years that he had been married. He was understanding and very funny. Tyson looked to his wife for an explanation and she didn't need to refocus her gaze to know what he was asking for. His thick brows were pushed tightly into a thick line of confusion.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 04



"Men problems." She said simply to her husband. His face lightened and he nodded slowly, as if he finally understood.

"Don't listen to your sister. Ask a real man for advice on real man problems Lil' T. It's the most logical thing to do." He said, leaning over the Island counter. He caught a look at his daughter and smiled lightly. Natasha could only imagine his over protectiveness of her as she aged. "Look, Nay and I wanted to have a big dinner with everyone. Your parents and friends. Come by next weekend and get your mind off of everything." Tyson said, Naomi turned around from preparing food to see her reaction.

"Livi and Summer?" Natasha asked, they knew her friends all too well. But along with that came the understanding that they were good people.

"Of course."

Natasha nodded and suddenly couldn't wait for this weekend. Her family and friends could definitely cheer her up.

1 WEEK LATER

"It sounds like you haven't done anything wrong, but I'd still call her." Cameron told Bobby. It had been a month and a half, and Bobby still hadn't spoken to his love. He was pushing through his heartbreak and was begging to break out of his funk. He didn't want to have any setbacks while talking about her.

"We aren't talking about it." Bobby said sternly over the phone. He had gone almost an entire working day without thinking of her, and that was a first.

"So did you know Olivia and Natasha are best friends?" Cameron asked.

"How do you know Olivia?" Bobby asked, remembering Natasha bringing up her 2 favorite friends a few times in the past.

"Dude, we've been dating for the past 2 months." Cameron said laughing.

"Wow, that's great. So I guess you hear a lot about me huh?" Bobby asked, secretly wanting an update on his girl.

"No, not too much. She tries not to let me hear everything."

Bobby and Cameron talked a little longer about Olivia. She and Cameron were hitting it off and he was really feeling her. But Bobby's mind was wandering. It ventured into the woman he missed so much, the thought of her curvaceous body, citrus smell and dedication physically hurt. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and immediately needed to take a minute to calm down.

He suddenly heard Tammy's knock on his office door. It opened and she stepped through with care. She looked at him sympathetically and sat in the chair across from him instead of on his desk and Bobby was curious as to why. He hung up his phone, ending his call with his best friend.

"I know you're going through something and I want you to know that I'm here, as a friend" Tammy said. Bobby had known Tammy for over 4 years and she had never held such honesty in her eyes as she did in this moment. Maybe it was Bobby's loneliness that was making him see women in a different light. He sat in his chair for a moment and looked at his digital clock. It was 4:50 and he was almost finished his work.

"I appreciate that... Do you wanna go out for dinner?" Bobby asked, looking up at her. Bobby didn't know what the hell he was saying until it was said. He watched her emotions shift from honest and humble to surprise and excitement. She brushed a strand of her shoulder length red hair away from her face and nodded happily.

"I'll meet you out front in 10." Bobby said, focusing back on his work, unaffected by the plans he just made. Maybe it would be good for him to experience different women, even if he was almost certain they were delusional. As Tammy walked out of his office, pencil skirt and sweater a little tighter than they should have been she turned back and smiled lightly.

Bobby walked towards the classy main entrance of the building and saw Tammy's blue sweater standing off to the side. She looked into the street, swaying slightly. As Bobby opened the door to feel the light breeze of mid summer weather, she turned into his direction.

"Hey." She said, trying to control her smiles. Bobby smiled at her lightly as they walked in the darkness towards the parking lot.

"I'll follow you out." She told him as they walked in the opposite directions to their cars. Bobby nodded lightly and strode slowly and emotionlessly to his BMW.

What the hell did I get myself into? He thought as he started up his car and backed out quickly, Tammy was already there and he pulled out into the street. Bobby had been driving without a radio playing for the past month, every song always reminding him of Natasha. Whether it be the Trey Songz, the music in the car on their way to his parent's or on the way to their dates. He couldn't sacrifice his emotions and pursuit in trying to live without her. Bobby pulled into the Red Lobster's and found it was really crowded. He had to park so far away from the entrance and it just so happened the one available parking spot had one right next to it. Tammy pulled her Buick in and stepped out. They walked in silence together, into the swarming restaurant. Bobby held the door open for her and she didn't thank him, something he wasn't used to. Bobby rolled his eyes at her rudeness and proceeded to the hostess. She was a cute brunette in all black.

"Table for two?" She asked in an unexpected deep voice.

"Yes." Bobby said to the woman.

"Name?"

"Bobby."

"Okay Bobby, It'll be about 25 to 35 minutes." She said, handing them the timed buzzer. Bobby noticed there was nowhere to sit because the entire waiting room was filled. Bobby found a wall to lean on and took this moment to relax. Tammy stood right beside him, supporting her own weight.

"Let's sit in the car." She said to him. Bobby opened his eyes to see her looking up to him, hopeful for some reason. He didn't respond, just walked to the exit and opened the door for her. Once again, she said nothing regarding his unnecessary chivalry.

They were sitting in Bobby's car, complete silence surrounding them. Bobby leaned his head against the back of his chair and closed his eyes like he had back in the restaurant. Tammy shifted in her seat a little. She was thinking of a scheme to get his attention.

"Shit." She said quietly. Bobby looked over to her to find her hands up to her eyes and the visor down. She looked into her eye and hissed in slight pain.

"What is it?" Bobby asked her, not moving a muscle.

"There's something in my eye." She said. "Can you blow in it for me?" She said, turning towards him. Her hand was still covering her eye and Bobby sat for a moment, thinking. He really didn't want to, but he also didn't want to say no either. That would be impolite, and it would also make this dinner that much more uncomfortable. So as Bobby leaned towards her, she quickly moved her hands from her eye. But before Bobby had a chance to get air through his lips she was on him.

Bobby's brain sparked at this contact on his mouth. He hadn't felt it in awhile, and he missed the action. He kissed her back, enjoying the rush he was getting. Tammy moved her hands to his face, and her rough hands gently rubbed his neck. Bobby kissed her and she slipped her tongue through his lips and they tapped for a moment. Her tongue was small and dry, Bobby hated it. But his bareness and depression was alleviated for that split second. He was trapped to continue this boring and unpleasant kiss for the sake of relief from the month of sulk. Tammy moaned low and lightly, and Bobby tried to pretend she didn't. He tried to imagine the moan of a high pitched baby voiced woman. His cock sprang at the thought and he continued to think of this female. Bobby moved his hands to her small tits, and tried imagining the dense, D cups he once loved to feel. She moaned her moan and Bobby interpreted it into the one he desired. He moved his hands down, following the contours of her body to her bottom. She was slightly elevated and he could feel on her perfectly. He winced at the turn off but retreated to his imagination.

Tammy moaned even louder, but she moved her hand to his full cock. It was a hard rod and she silently applauded herself for the amount of sex appeal she must have had in order to get him this rock solid in only a few minutes. But little did she know, it wasn't her doing at all. Tammy unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. She used her delicate fingers to reach into his briefs and pull out the vain filled, pulsing dick she dreamed about so many times but she never had the opportunity to utilize. The big purple tip shined with fresh pre cum and she took a second to admire it. She grew a pool in her panties and moaned quietly. Bobby's eyes were still shut as he anticipated a black head of hair with auburn highlights leaning over his thick member. Tammy stroked him a few times to get his full length. He was at least a long 8 inches and 3 inches in circumference.

Tammy's mouth placed thin lipped kisses on his dick and Bobby of course, envisioned something else. He grumbled and it completely mislead her as she moaned back, and eagerly placed her mouth around his tip. She bobbed her head slowly at first, and then gained speed with time. Bobby whined out again.

"Fuck..." He whispered to her, encouraging two different people who were doing the same things; one in his mind, one in reality. She bobbed harder and in a circular motion, removing all air in her mouth and tightening her lips around his cock. Her hands wandered to his balls and she milked them in her hands.

"Ohhh... Yes." He said in a rough sex voice. Bobby squirmed a little in the driver's seat and reached for Tammy's ass again. She sighed onto his dick and the vibrations sent him almost over the edge. He could feel his balls tightening.

"Oh yeah... Natty I'm gonna cum." He said, loudly. His eyes flew open and down onto the woman who was sucking his dick in the parking lot of a popular seafood restaurant. She stopped sucking; staying still and Bobby realized who it really was giving him pleasure. He frowned in disappointment and snatched his rod out of her lips. He put himself back into his pants and zipped them up quickly. He breathed out sharply and looked at this woman who watched him curiously and wiped her lips quickly.

"I've got to go. I'm sorry." He said, handing her the timed buzzer and basically asking her to get out. She nodded and exited the car quickly, clearly embarrassed. Bobby drove down the dark street in a hurry for no apparent reason except to hopefully remove the incident and emotions followed.

************

1 WEEK LATER

Natasha was awakened to her own heavy breathing and her sweat beading all over her body. She was dreaming of Bobby again. She took a few more deep breaths, hoping to calm herself. Natasha slowly moved her feet to the floor, pushing herself off the bed. She walked into the bathroom and relieved herself, loving the chilling, peaceful feeling she got from it. She flushed and washed her hands robotically. Natasha took this moment to observe her appearance. She jumped at her own reflection. Her hair was so lifeless, simulating her own emotions. Dark circles under eyes and low lids told the story of how little sleep she got.

She was working day in and as long as she could at night. Her job was her escape from her thoughts and true sentiments. She went into the kitchen to eat something but she wasn't in the mood for anything filling. She grabbed an apple and headed to her baby's cage. He was sleeping calmly and she didn't want to bother him with opening his cage noisily to give him food. She decided she'd wait until later. She turned on her radio to find it was Whitney Houston's birthday and they would be playing a few songs in tribute to her. Natasha was eager to hear one of her favorite artists as she got dressed and showered. But the eagerness took a turn for the worst as the song placed throughout the room. Natasha sang along with the first verse, not fully taking in the words. But as the second set in, she felt herself slipping.

Each day, each day I play the role Of someone always in control But at night I come home and turn the key There's nobody there, no one cares for me What's the sense of trying hard to find your dreams Without someone to share it with Tell me what does it mean?

It was the complete definition of how she was feeling, and she didn't have the strength to turn the song off as she had found her way back to her bed, and more specifically her pillow. The songs continued to play and she finally realized how much Whitney Houston's music held a very depressing theme.

*******

"It felt like my vagina was on fire." Barbie said, to her two daughters as they all cooked in Naomi's kitchen. They were talking about their birth experiences, a field Natasha knew nothing about. She sat quiet, listening to the disturbing and beautiful stories her family had to share. She was glad she didn't have to speak about anything; she wasn't in the disposition to say much. It was only 3:00 and they were almost done cooking the food. Natasha invited her friends and Olivia insisted on inviting Cameron, as they had been becoming much more than just an item. She was happy for her best friend though, seeing her in high spirits was a wonderful thing.

"Ew Ma, please." Naomi said, walking over to the fridge. Her father, Joe was in the family room with Tyson chatting about current events and sports. Tatiana probably lying in her grandfather's arms. Natasha could tell Joe loved Naomi's family just as much as his own, and he was hard to impress. Natasha would always have trouble bringing men home to her father, his accusations made her paranoid and she often learned he was always wrong. But one thing her father was completely right on was Terrance; he hated him. He knew he was trouble and Natasha dismissed his evaluation. But she paid the price in the end. Now she was paying a different one she still wasn't quite over yet. She still found herself thinking of the tanned skin and dark eyes almost every day. She sighed to the cheese she was grading and her mother and sister shared a worried look.

The Ellis women were cooking baked macaroni and cheese, ham, snapped greens, mashed potatoes and pecan pies for desert. The kitchen was a wreck and it was hot. The stove, oven and microwave were running at the same time. Natasha was feeling somewhat anxious and decided to go take some medicine and get some air. She reached into her purse on the island counter and grabbed her prescription pills. She took out 2 and walked to the fridge to get something to drink.

"I thought you didn't need them Natasha?" He mother asked her, her full attention on her daughter. One hand was on her hip and her waxed brows were furrowed.

"I started getting panic attacks again." She mumbled to her mother. She grabbed a bottle of water and suddenly remembered her last panic attack. It was a few nights ago and was a mixture of work stress and longing for her Bobby. She swallowed the pills hard, feeling her emotions trying to get the better of her.

"Why are you getting panic attacks ShaSha?" Her father said, appearing from the entry of the kitchen with his granddaughter in his arms, Tyson right behind him. Natasha didn't want this to be a big deal. Her aggravation was growing within her and she just wanted to leave the room. Coming here was a bad idea; her family wasn't helping her in any way.

"I'm just getting them, I really don't know why daddy." She said, hatching her escape plan.

"You sure? I hope it's not work. You may want to take a break sometimes." Her father said. He took a seat at the cluttered island counter and eyed her questionably.

"I'm fine. Work is fine." She said.

"Well what is it sweety?" Her mother asked her.

"Nothing! It's nothing. I said I was fine. Just leave me the hell alone." She mumbled, quickly walking out of the suddenly cramped kitchen.

"Natasha!" Her mother said, trying to reprimand her for her discourteous behavior. But Natasha kept walking and her angry mother now went following her out of the door and to the porch.

"Natasha!" Her mother called again, walking out of the front door and onto the porch. Her mother had every intention on talking to her sternly but when she saw her strong and powerful daughter weak and crying she forgot about it all. Barbie's face softened as she consoled her daughter sobbing into her palms. She gently rubbed her back.

"I'm guessing it's about this man. Baby, the feelings will pass. I promise you, the ache ain't gonna last forever." She whispered. Her daughter pulled her hands away from her face and began wiping her tears. Her face was entirely wet and glistening in the sunset. "I would know Natasha; I've been there more than once. I know this feeling. When you love, you love with everything. You put every small amount of your life form into this one man and when it's gone, you're in lost. Just focus on what you have, focus on the future. Which is a loving family, a great career and more men."

Natasha thought for a moment. Her mother was speaking the truth. She would put her attention on her niece, building her firm, her relationship with her mom, sister and friends. She would try her best to be there for them and before she knew it, she wouldn't even be thinking about Bobby. Natasha wiped her face, finally done crying and hugged her mom.

"I love you ShaSha." Her mother whispered in her ear. Barbie rubbed her daughter's back soothingly and closed her eyes. She prayed for her daughter's hurting to be over as quickly as God could make it gone. She hated to see her this way.

"I love you too mommy." Natasha whispered.

"I think you should go take a little nap until dinner. What you think?" She asked, pulling away from her daughter's embrace to look her in the eyes. Natasha really didn't want to, but knew her mother was suggesting something useful. Natasha nodded silently and her mother led her to the guest bedroom with her hand around the small of her back. She opened the door to the beautiful bedroom.

It had a beach house theme, blues, whites and light grey's. Seashells were everywhere and the big window beside the bed let in just the right amount of light. Natasha suddenly felt drained and took off her sandals to climb into the tall, plush bed. Her mother helped pull back the layers of comforter and sheets and tucked her into bed. She planted a kiss on her forehead and a delicate smoothing of her hair before smiling and turning back to the bedroom door to exit. Natasha sat for a moment, letting herself sink deeper into exhaustion. Next thing she knew, she slipped into deep sleep.

********

"Why would you let her do that?! You're a fucking idiot!" Cameron whispered fiercely over the phone. Bobby was finally talking to his best friend in what seemed like ages. But Cameron understood he needed his time alone, and was more than willing to give it to him.

"I know, I know. I don't even think she's attractive at all. I was just thinking that she..." Bobby trailed off, not ready to complete the rest of his realization with himself or Cameron. But he went too far, and Cameron was going to press.

"That she what?"

"That she was someone else." Bobby said quietly. He sat in his contemporary apartment alone. He put his forehead in his palms and let out a deep sigh.

"I've never known you to get this worked up over a girl." Cameron said, sounding very concerned. He sat on the couch fully dressed in a button down paired with dark jeans; something Olivia picked out. He loved not having to decide on his own clothes and just simply said yes or no to the choices. But Olivia knew his style and he almost always went with her picks.

"I'm done talking about her." Bobby said coldly. "Let's go out tonight."

"Oh..." Cameron stated. He looked down the hall at Olivia getting ready in the bedroom of her apartment for their dinner party over at Natasha's sister's house. Olivia was dancing to some music she had playing and curling her hair. "I'm doing something tonight." He tried to say quietly into the receiver. Olivia spun around at the sound of her man turning down a plan for tonight. She strolled over to the hallway slowly, her face crinkly in suspicion. She wasn't the meddling type; if she wanted to know something, she'd just boldly ask.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 04



"Shit." Cameron whispered quietly.

"Who's that Cam?" She asked somewhat loudly, wanting whoever it was on the other end to hear her.

"It's... Bobby." Her eyes widened and then narrowed. He knew she couldn't think too highly of him, considering he was the reason behind her best friend being heavily depended on medications and crying every night of her life. Cameron even witnessed it when Olivia called her before bed to check on her. She would be so deep into crying or so distant she would barely say anything. Cameron kind of felt bad for her, and shit, he even had some hard feeling towards his friend Bobby.

"Oh." She said simply and turned back to the bedroom.

"Where are you going and will Natasha be there?" Bobby asked unemotionally. Now that the opportunity had presented itself for him to see her, he wanted it. He wanted to talk to her to try and work things out because he missed her deeply. Bobby was overcome with the crave to end his sadness and sorrows.

"Her sister's house. And yes Bobby, but I don't think it would be a go-"Cameron was cut off.

"What's the address?" He asked.

"Bobby, she's trying to-"Cameron was cut off again.

"Give me the damn address Cameron! I'm not fucking joking." Bobby said, feeling urgency in himself. He knew he wanted her back, even if he hadn't been sure this past month and a half. Tonight, she was his.

******

"Natasha girl!" Olivia said, bursting into the guest room of her sister's house. Natasha was awoken to a much darker room than when she fell asleep. She squinted at the brightness in the hallway, and then leaned up just the smallest amount. Naomi and Summer followed behind closely and carrying a smile on their lips. The light was suddenly on and the covers were being ripped off of her comfortable, warm body. Natasha sucked her teeth in protest and fully sat up in bed. Her sister sat beside her, and wiped the sweat off her brows.

"You look a hot mess. You should probably clean yourself up a little." Summer said, sitting across from her, her eyes narrowed in pity.

"No, why would I?" Summer looked distrustful. Natasha knew she had something planting in her head she wasn't quite sharing.

"I'm just sayin', it's an important dinner. Have enough respect to look presentable." Summer said eyeing her yoga pants and tee shirt. Natasha usually wore them to sleep, but they had become an average daytime outfit lately. Natasha nodded slowly in agreement. She wanted to look nice, maybe it was draw some attention away from her weird behavior.

Natasha was now taking a hot blazing shower that utterly rejuvenated her nerves and eased her muscles. Her sister's bathroom was like a dream lavatory. The Jacuzzi type tub could house 3 people and the his and hers sinks were framed by Jasper gems. Natasha admired the house as if it was a piece of art, but it didn't feel like a home to her.

She walked out in a towel while her body dripped with water. The temperature difference made her shiver lightly as she padded back to the guest bedroom. Summer was there in her black sleeveless wrap shirt and dark skin tight jeans. She looked professional and you could tell she didn't want to be too casual for this dinner night. Her white hair was spread all over her shoulders, almost reaching her mid back. She sat on the bed engrossed in whoever she was texting until she noticed Natasha's presence. Natasha could see it was 5:30 from the sea shell wall clock sitting on the nightstand.

Summer had clothes lain out that she could only recognize as her sister's. There was a silk material blouse. It was an elegant emerald green with a low empire waist. The front had a cluster of material that allowed it to pleat just a little. The neck was a wide 'U' shape and the sleeves were loose.

Natasha was dressed with her hair straightened and now Summer was doing her makeup. Natasha tried to object to this part, but she was already too far gone.

"You really let yourself go huh Tash?" Summer laughed. Natasha shrugged as lightly as she could, to not mess up Summer's process.

"I guess, I've just been too busy." She said, it was partially the truth.

"What is it you've been doing that you weren't doing last month?" Summer said, sounding like Olivia while pulling back from her canvas to broadcast her raised eyebrow and face of fully fledged disbelief.

"You lookin' like this is only making you feel worse. To feel good, you gotta look good." And with that, she stood Natasha up to the vanity mirror on the wall. Natasha was surprised at this person she saw, but as her revelation faded, it turned into expectancy. This was who she was, who she had always been. A new leaf finally turned for her at this moment and she knew this was a fresh chapter. Natasha would begin her transition to fulfillment styled living as her mother suggested. She smiled lightly in her reflection. She was radiant, and Summer stood beside her, soaking up all her silent praise and glory.

"Thank you Summer." Natasha said quietly, and then she turned to her friend and gave her a light hug. Summer hugged her back, but the worries in her eyes were thankfully not seen by Natasha.

Summer knew Bobby was probably downstairs, sitting at the table talking to her parents and sister. She prayed that Natasha's new found self-confidence wouldn't obliterate into the same pitiful state she was in only an hour ago because of his occurrence.

****

"I was always good in math; numbers is something that just came naturally." Bobby said at the large dining room table. He had arrived with somewhat welcome arms that he wasn't expecting. The table was set and Barbie held his eyes intently listing to his words. He jumped at the smell that was so good, it was intoxicating. Now he knew where Natasha got her cooking skills from and suddenly couldn't wait to eat the similar looking food. He was anxious to see her but also extremely nervous. Her father said she was taking a nap, but would be down soon. The empty chair to the right of him was for her and he suddenly pondered whether she'd be willing to sit beside him or not. Next to her was Summer's seat. On the head of the table were Barbie and Joe who sat said by side. Across from Bobby was Naomi, Tyson and their baby's highchair. At the other head of the table were Olivia and Cameron who you could tell were either holding hands or fooling around under the table.

"That's nice, not too many people have that gift." Naomi said from across the table. She knew all about Bobby and was the one who allowed him to come for dinner. After talking with Cameron and Natasha's girls about his plan, she thought it was sweet. Bobby shrugged being humble about his talents as he had learned to be.

Naomi's eyes averted from Bobby, and so did Tyson's. Bobby turned around and there she was, after a month and a half, she was standing in the arch entrance of the dining room. Natasha's eyes were immense as she looked into the onyx ones she had dreamed about so many times. The lips that had buried itself into her womanly creases and licked her to release. The body she roamed her hands over from top to bottom and that she felt so safe beside. Bobby admired the woman he missed, noticing her classic glow. But there was something off.

Natasha walked over to him, cautiously. She took the available seat next to him and Summer came in and took the one beside her. Bobby smelled her signature smell and almost took her on the table in that instant. Once she sat, she automatically let her head hang low into her lap as she began fiddling with her fingers. The table was silent as they noticed the tension and conflict between the couple.

"You feelin' better now?" Barbie asked, honestly worried.

"Yes, a lot better." Natasha said sighing, now looking up and into the eyes of the cooing little tyke one in front of her.

"Was there something wrong?" Bobby whispered, as worried about her as her mother was. His choice to have an intimate, private conversation with her at the table back lashed in his face. Bobby suddenly regretted his choice of words and the timing. Natasha turned to him with a cold look on her face and her eyes like slits.

"Yeah, there was." She said sternly and then turned back to the baby. Natasha was feeling a startling emotion now that Bobby was suddenly in her reach. She felt livid. Everyone around the table gave each other a wide eyed worried look that was actually hinting some humor.

"Well... Let's say prayer." Barbie said, taking Joe and Tyson's hands. Natasha sat, startled at her assessment that she would have to hold his hand for longer than 1 second. Bobby reached for her, eager to get some contact. She warily obliged and held his big safe hands. He gently stroked the back of her palm, and Natasha's eyes fluttered closed in thrill. Bobby stared at her, and saw she was in an entirely new world. He smiled lightly, thankful everyone's eyes were closed.

"Thank you Lord for this food we are about to enjoy. Bless all who eat tonight, and all of those who don't. Thank you for protecting and gathering all of these loving people here to this table. Amen." Barbie said.

"Amen." The table said in unison. They began passing dishes around the table and stacking the food on their plates, Bobby, Tyson, Cameron and Joe having a whole damn competition with one another. Natasha laughed lightly at her father's plate, but the thing that made it even funnier is that she knew it would eat it all and then some.

Naomi caught sight of her sister's glances and laughed lightly as well. Everyone at the table was looking at them as if they had 3 heads. This caused the connected women to laugh even louder.

"Have you found a spot for your company yet Mimi?" Natasha asked, trying to start conversation at the table. Everyone was so much paying attention to eating that no one was saying a word.

"No not yet. I'm having a tough time finding a good spot."

"What company?" Olivia asked, her fork sitting lightly in her hand that was resting on the edge of the table.

"Natasha swayed me to start a dance company." Naomi said, eyeing her sister with a small smile on her lips. Natasha smiled down into her plate and Bobby eyed her in respect.

"That's wonderful girl." Olivia said enthusiastically. "Do you know anywhere she can rent sweety?" Olivia whispered to Cameron beside her. He was a couple inches away from his nose touching his plate, and he was eating at top speed.

"I haven't seen any commercial lots yet. But if I do see anything I'll let Olivia know so she can pass the message." Cameron said, deciding to get a sip of water.

"That would be perfect Cameron. Thank you." Naomi said.

"Can you do my garden for me soon? It's starting to look a mess." Barbie said to her daughter, starting a new conversation. This was how it was supposed to be, mini topics scattered all over the dinner table.

"Of course. You thinkin' of the plants you want?" Natasha asked cutting a slice of ham into a smaller piece with her knife and fork.

"I'm not sure. I saw some Casablanca Lilies in a catalog and I thought they were beautiful. But I also like Queen Anne's Lace." Her mother said thoughtfully.

"No to the Lace. They look like weeds; I'd never plant them anywhere. The Lilies are high maintenance which I know you are not gonna want to mess with." She said giving her mother a knowing look. "Try Allegheny Spurge with some basic flowers in the center. You'll need to trim it like, once a month." Natasha said.

"Just pick em' out and plant em' please. Make sure it's pretty." Barbie said, turning back to her plate.

"Bobby you play sports?" Tyson asked from across the table. Bobby looked up from his plate for the first time in the last 5 minutes. He wiped his mouth quickly in preparation to respond.

"Yeah, Cameron and I ball a few times a week. I play a little football too." He said nodding. Tyson had a spine-chilling smile playing on his lips just as Bobby and Cameron grew one as well.

"We'll have to play one day." Tyson said. This relinquished a talk of basketball and sports at the table amongst the 4 men. As Bobby spoke, he let his rough hands wander over Natasha's soft knee under the. She had to look at him to clarify it was his hand touching her skin; he was so smooth with his progression as he enthusiastically kept conversation. Natasha almost choked at the feeling and the arousal it caused her. He stroked the length of her upper thigh, letting his fingers forcefully separate her thighs and press on her dampening cunt. Natasha could've moaned out right then, but she decided to stop his touch instead. Bobby's dick was vastly increasing in size as he was overcome with horniness and the desire for her wet cunt. He began to think of all the things he wanted to accomplish with Natasha while in bed and he shifted a little in his seat. She moved to capture his hand and shift it away. But Bobby sensed her intentions and grabbed it instantaneously. Natasha struggled to get out of his grip without causing a scene and couldn't do it. Bobby moved her hand over towards his hardening cock, just so she could see the effect she was having on him. Natasha restrained herself from stroking it through the fabric and could barely keep the visions of the rod entering her out of her mind. She used her free hand to pinch his skin with her nails. He hissed out in pain, being totally inappropriate. The noise got him a few weird stares around the table but Natasha laughed. Bobby turned to her with his half smile, and his eyes glazed over.

But Natasha watched him with a different look. She looked saddened by him. She was frustrated with him, after all he claimed to have cared about her he up and left without even trying to hear her side or let her change anything. It seemed like he didn't even want to. He essentially gave up on their 3 months of hard work. She looked away from Bobby, feeling new emotions beginning to surface. She took a deep breath and centered her thoughts. Then Natasha continued to eat her food.

"How's work babygirl?" Summer asked from beside her. She was pretty quiet tonight and Natasha was almost sure she saw their little escapade.

"It's going perfectly. I wouldn't want to be doing anything else honestly." Natasha said. It was the accurate, was it stressing her out? Absolutely. But it was something she was willing to push through the trauma for.

"I figured that. That's something most people can't say about their jobs." Summer said. Bobby used this comment as a bridge to recognition. Natasha loved her job and he was selfish to ask her to focus all of her attention onto their relationship. Shit, even he couldn't do something like that. She was trying her best and he should've been happy for that.

"It looks like everyone's finished. Who's clearing the table?" Naomi said. The table went quiet.

"Natasha and I will." Bobby said, watching Natasha with a small smile on his features. Natasha rolled her eyes at him and got up from the table, grabbing their plates gracefully and without saying a word. Bobby laughed at her attitude and picked up their glasses, following her to the kitchen.

Bobby saw her round ass at the sink, with her back facing him. It was tempting not to drop the glasses and lead her bottom right into his groin from behind. Bobby wanted Natasha so badly now that she was within distance. He guardedly walked up beside her and put the cups in to the silver sink.

"You okay?" He asked, seeing the dark circles under her eyes. He reached up to touch them without thinking, but he was reminded of his actions when she moved away from his touch.

"Can you get the rest of the dishes? I'm ready to go home." Natasha said coldly. She kept her eyes down into the sink and briskly washed. Bobby couldn't deny that her behavior towards him was hurting his feelings as well as his confidence which was necessary for getting her back. He didn't think getting through to her would be this difficult but he became aware he temporarily forgot who he was dealing with. Natasha could be so stubborn sometimes.

"We need to talk before you leave." Bobby whispered, trying to put some bass in his voice but Natasha was unaffected. He walked back into the dining room that was now empty yet cluttered with leftover food and empty plates. He could hear everyone in the large family room talking and laughing.

He finished with collecting all the dishes and was now helping Natasha wash and dry them all in silence.

"How you been?" He asked her, trying to soften her up for when they really talked.

"Great." Natasha said. After a few seconds Bobby grasped she wasn't returning the answer back to him so he decided to step in.

"I've been doing fine too. Thanks for asking." Bobby said. They continued to wash the dishes in silence until Natasha turned off the water and wiped down the counter in completion. She reached for her bag on the island counter and Bobby hurried to keep up with her. She walked swiftly to the family room where everyone was lounging and talking, full from their meals and quite tired.

"I'm going. I'll call ya'll soon." She waved to her family then proceeded out.

"You leaving too Bobby?" Summer asked from the floor, the baby actively playing with her.

"Yeah. Nice meeting everyone. Thank you for allowing me to come." He said with a wave. He saw Cameron snuggled on Olivia's lap on the couch. She was lightly rubbing his cheek and he was almost asleep. Bobby gave him a solid nod and hurried out the door to find Natasha.

She was opening the door of her car and Bobby more or less sprinted after her. She was sitting when he got to her. He stopped her from closing the door and she looked as if she were killing him with her eyes. The only light was from the dashboard of her Toyota. Bobby squatted to get down to her level and find her brown eyes.

"Natty, let's talk. You aren't going anywhere until we talk." Bobby said.

"I don't have anything to say to you." Natasha said quietly.

"But I have something to say to you. So let me speak." He said.

"Speak." She stated, shrugging her shoulders lightly. Bobby sighed for a moment, looking out into the street trying to think of the precise words.

"I miss you and I'm sorry." He said. She scoffed heartlessly.

"Wonderful." She tried to close the door but he still held it open.

"I'm sorry for leaving you." He decided to add. She gave him the look she had threw at him when he didn't leave the bathroom quick enough a few months ago.

"Look Natasha. I'm fucking trying to work this out. I know you miss me; I know you want me back. Help me out." He said, almost pleading.

"How do you know I want your sorry ass back?" She said, getting angry.

"I can see it. I can tell you're hurting as much as I am." He said quietly. Natasha looked beyond him. He had no idea how badly she was hurting, and his pain was probably nothing in comparison to hers.

"Let's try again? Let me take care of you." He whispered, naturally rubbing his hand up her leg and while putting light touches on her hot pussy through her jeans. Bobby sensed her excitement and leaned in for a kiss. He took advantage of her sexual vulnerability and that was the moment he learned Natasha's sex was a gateway to controlling her emotions.

This kiss was forceful. Bobby was hard and violent with his lips to make up for lost time. He took her bottom lips, as he was accustomed to doing. It was full, and he moaned at its perfectness. He sucked on it roughly, almost swallowing it whole. She whimpered and squeezed her thighs together, but Bobby's hand was still cupping her blazing pussy. His hand was trapped and he more or less forced his way back to her pussy and tried to knead it through her jeans. It was basically unsuccessful and he found himself getting frustrated with the thick material. His angry grunting gave Natasha a sharp pain in her lower stomach and she knew she was moistening.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 05



Hey everyone, so I'm just going to address some things about the last installment. As far as Natasha's character, it was how I wanted her to be portrayed.. I'm sorry if some of you didn't see what I was trying to accomplish but it was simply her being overwhelmed. That's it. People handle stress in different ways and it seemed right for her to become the opposite of everything she was when she experienced a lot of imbalance. I don't think she acted the same way in the other 3 chapters and I was hoping you all would notice the change in personality and the change in atmosphere for her so you could link them together. The things you guys complained about as far as personalities with Bobby and Natasha were traits, flaws, imperfections, common people everyday things. I hate for my characters to be perfect because it makes their love almost completely unrelatable.

But I do think if I would've explained their emotions from a different point of view -- one that allowed a bit more background as to why they felt that way, people would've gotten it better. I apologize to all who felt disappointed and I hope I make it up to you in this Final chapter. I'm already working on something else and it should be up around the time this post is approved.

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Natasha awoke to a light ray of heat on her face. The sun was piercing the blinds and she wondered what time it really was. The black sheets were unfamiliar and she took a moment to process where she had spent the night. She reached a hand behind her and the thud signaled nothing was there but solid mattress. She pivoted lightly and saw a t-shirt Bobby laid out for her and she sat up to put it over her nude body. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she realized her bottom exceedingly sore and tender below her.

She deliberated for a moment about where things would go from here as far as her relationship with Bobby went. They hadn't discussed their situation thoroughly with one another before they decided to have sex so she doubted he thought any differently about why he walked out on their bond. Natasha ventured out to the living room and found Bobby reclining on the couch with the remote in his hands. He was watching ESPN and as Natasha walked passed him his eyes focused on her. He took in the big t-shirt showcasing her long brown legs.

"Morning." she said quietly.

"Goodmorning." Bobby replied as Natasha walked toward the couch with the intentions of sitting on the empty spot beside him.

"I got you some breakfast." He said before she sat down.

"Oh, thank you." She said walking into the kitchen. The microwave's clock broadcasted it was 12:44 PM and she questioned why she slept so long. The breakfast was from a diner close by and it contained a bacon omelet with cheese, tomatoes, green peppers and mushrooms. Natasha eagerly searched drawers for a fork but was unsuccessful. As she turned around to ask Bobby, he was already standing in the doorway leaning casually on the wall. Natasha jumped a little at the unexpected sight and Bobby smirked.

"In the far left drawer." Bobby said.

Once Natasha had her fork she sat at his dining room table to eat. Bobby sat right alongside her silently until she came close to finishing.

"You know we need to talk." Natasha said though letting her eyes stay glued to the delicious food before her. Bobby ran his hand through his hair before he let out a sigh.

"I figured." He said.

"We should've talked about this last night, but I need to know what has changed."

"I missed you, and I came to the conclusion that if I need to put up with your job to have you around; I will." Natasha had to admit to herself the confidence in his voice and the certainty in his eyes seemed trustworthy.

"Okay, well... We'll see how much you believe that with time." She mumbled.

"So, how you feelin?" He asked. Natasha kept her face in the direction of her food but gave him a quick glance. She knew he was referring to their night and the activities that took place. One of them was including her ass.

"A little sore, but other than that... pretty good." She said.

"Oh, sorry." He said sincerely. "What are we doing today?" He asked as if they were linked together by the hip. Natasha removed herself and the plate from the table and into the kitchen.

"Oh, I was actually planning on going to the office for a few hours." She said quietly. Bobby sat silently at the table as he tried to find the words to say. He remembered his words just a few moments ago and he knew he needed to stand behind them, no matter how much he didn't want to. He took a big sigh and opened his mouth to speak.

"Alright, well, call me when you're finished and I'll pick you up so we can do something afterward." He said exasperatedly. Natasha was overcome with joy at actions to follow his newly found trait he had acquired just for her. She turned around quickly and Bobby couldn't help but smile at her casual beauty. Natasha hurriedly advanced for his lap and straddled him face forward.

His arms found themselves around her hips and he enticed her into the direction of his pink lips. She lovingly accepted his offer and they found themselves deep into the midst of arousal. Bobby fixed his hands widely below her bottom and supported her weight as he stood from the chair. Natasha gripped his flexing biceps at the same time he carried her towards the bedroom.

"Bobby, it's already 1:30..." Natasha said quietly as he placed her delicately on the bed. Bobby's eyes were roaming over her body while he sustained his weight above her and she doubted he was paying attention. She took hold of his head with both hands and guided him to her eyes. He growled in frustration and she grunted as he collapsed on top of her. She laughed playfully when he nuzzled into the indentation of her neck. Trying to get out from under him would only be ineffective, so all she could do was sweet-talk him with gentle strokes on his back with her nails.

"Look, I respect you and the things you're dedicated to. But we do need to come to a mutual agreement as a couple..." Natasha sighed loudly and Bobby kissed on her neck tenderly in response. "We need to talk every other day, just a meaningful conversation." Natasha thought this was reasonable. "And, you need to let me know when you're feeling too stressed out." He said with sex thick in his voice.

Natasha moistened at the thought of the things he'd do for her when she was feeling a little anxiety.

"Okay." She said optimistically. Bobby rolled over onto his back to let Natasha get washed up and head to her house to get clothes to wear to work. Bobby decided he wasn't waiting around for her all day; he didn't want to be that much of a loser.  

He reached up to the nightstand right beside the bed that held his phone and quickly found Cameron's number. He lay on his back and held the phone over his face while he sent him a text.

I'm headed to the gym. Meet me.

Before Bobby had the chance to lay the phone back on the bed sheets beside a stream of dried cum that was vibrant against the black background, Cameron had texted him back.

Be there in 20, bring a ball.

Bobby was up and he walked into the bathroom to find it steaming heavily. The glass shower was hiding her silhouette in a translucent yet foggy glass. Bobby slowly approached the glass to luckily find Natasha facing away from him. He stripped himself of his boxers quickly and joined her.

He took in her glistening milk chocolate body and soapy backside. He licked his lips in enthusiasm while he gently worked his hands down her shoulder blades. Natasha let out a small yelp when she felt the cold body against hers. Bobby laughed at frightening her and she sucked her teeth in joking annoyance. He sat his head on the crease of her neck and let his nose skim the skin lightly. While he did this he let his hands graze the soap on her body from around her ass, around the front of her thighs and back up into the spot between her legs.

Natasha tried to continue washing herself but found it difficult with the manly hands exploring her skin. Bobby's fingers toyed with her soapy clit from the front and Natasha muttered at the sensation.

"Such a sexy sound." He mumbled, which only triggered more noises to erupt from her lips. Bobby slowly moved 3 fingers into her core and she rose on her tiptoes as he furthered his travel. He pumped her slowly to start, but gained momentum in his hands. Within 30 seconds he was pounding her deep and fast with his long, thick digits. Natasha's cries grew more panicked and held more intensity as Bobby felt her walls spasm around him. He kissed her neck, cheeks and collarbone feverishly as her loud orgasm crept up on her.

She whined inaudibly as it completed and Bobby freed his fingers from her grip. Natasha turned around to face him and she noticed the rod standing at attention stuck between his legs. She turned off the water slowly and the silence added to the passion between the two. Natasha kept his gaze as she used his biceps to support her to her knees.

Once she was positioned, she put the wet dick between her lips. Bobby looked down on her with his lips slightly parted. She moved her lips down his distance end to end and she felt Bobby matching her strokes. His hips bucked minimally at the same time Natasha moved her head. She stopped for a moment and Bobby became the only one moving. He continued his actions and sped up his pace increasingly. Once he had a stable rate he reached for the shower's wall with a hand spread wide. He hissed out sounds of pleasure as his muscles tensed vaguely. Soon he had begun slowing down and he slipped his cock out of her lips without warning and it made a deep sucking sound simultaneously. He stroked his dick over her face and she held her eyes shut tight. His seed exploded from its starting place and fell in a vertical line across Natasha's profile. Another spurt had fallen on her chest and the color contrast was exotic to him.

She rinsed herself off, rewashed her face and got out of the shower to leave Bobby by himself. He washed himself quickly knowing Cameron would be arriving at the gym soon.

When he exited the steamy bathroom Natasha had already left. He put on his basketball shorts, sneakers and athletic sleeveless shirt right before he rushed out the door with his ball toward his BMW. He arrived to the gym's basketball room to find Cameron lacing up his sneakers on a nearby bench. Bobby joined him and waited patiently.

Bobby hadn't played in awhile, and as he thought about the upcoming 1 on 1 game, he grew a rush of adrenaline. Their games could become so intense; both men hated to lose. Cameron and Bobby were somewhat the same in height, but their body structures gave them different advantages. Bobby being made of more muscle helped him block better but Cameron's swimmer body gave him unlimited speed. The points needed to win the game would increase every time the man in the lead crept too high. A 2 hour game could last until the gym closed.

"What the hell took you so long?" Cameron asked in an irritated voice as he stood up from the bench and snatched the ball out of his hands. Bobby smirked behind his back as he retained information about the 15 minute session he held with Natasha in the shower that made him somewhat late.

"You don't want to know." Bobby mumbled, getting up from his own seat on the bench to play. Cameron shot him a disgusted look and dribbled skillfully to half court. Bobby was feeling a little ambitious today and eyed the other half that was unusually free.

"Full court." He said. Cameron turned around with an exasperated expression on his face.

"Look, I'm not in the right state of mind to run this court back and forth." He complained. Bobby rolled his eyes at his friend's lack of cooperation.

"Alright whatever. Half court for the little bitch." Bobby said, while he spotted himself in front of his friend. He dribbled a few times and then quickly jumped around Bobby. Cameron migrated toward the net only halfway before Bobby stole the ball from out of his hands and shot it quickly. It fell right into the net and he retrieved it with a smile.

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"First to 45." Cameron said while he breathed heavily and extended the point maximum for the 3rd time. Bobby was 10 points away and knew it wouldn't be too difficult to reach 45 within the next half hour. Cameron on the other hand was 23 points from winning and had begun to get flustered with himself. Bobby had the ball before him and dribbled offhandedly as Cameron studied him carefully. He progressed around Cameron but he followed him closely. Bobby didn't have an open shot and he knew he had to get closer. Cameron was sealed on him, and Bobby had to give him a subtle nudge on his arm to let him know he was breaking a few rules. Bobby executed a plan to make a perfect shot, even when Cameron's defense skills were top notch all of a sudden.

Bobby ran towards the net and used his weight's drive to spring himself into the air. He dunked the ball right into the net and latched on for a few seconds. The force of his energy was much more than he expected, and it changed the weight of his body. He felt 3 times heavier and in result crashed back on the ground. He landed on his leg the wrong way and he knew it was certainly broken.

Cameron was oblivious to his pain and offered him his hand indifferently. But Bobby took it wearily, unknowing of how badly it hurt. He stood on it, and he felt minimal pain.

"I need to get to the emergency room before the adrenaline wears off." Bobby said, just barely limping. Cameron watched as he walked toward the exit and finally took in the sight. Bobby's entire foot was twisted outward, a bone beside his knee cap protruded and it had already commenced to swell. Cameron picked up his pace and followed him narrowly. They waited for the elevator to become available and when it did Bobby had started to feel some throbbing.

"Can you call Natasha?" Bobby said with his eyes closed and his head resting on the wall behind him. He gave him the number and Cameron drove Bobby to the hospital.

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"Bobby Walton." Natasha said to the front desk assistant as she signed in. The emergency room's lobby had been filed to the highest capacity and she prayed that he wasn't still waiting. The bored woman searched a computer for his name.

"Room 24." She said as she pointed down a hall. Natasha thanked her and traveled through the wheelchairs and white coats toward the room. She peeled back the curtain to reveal Bobby lying on the hospital bed and Cameron in the seat beside him. She looked at his purple, blue and yellow leg and her eyes grew wide. She walked up to the bed and stood beside him. His eyes followed her and he grew a sly smile.

"What did you do to yourself?" Natasha whispered, eyeing him over one more time. His shirt was drenched in sweat.

"I broke my leg; do you still think we can do something later? I was kinda' looking forward to it." Bobby said laughing. Natasha joined him and it felt weird for her to be amused in a hospital. People were getting surgeries and possibly dying, but here Bobby was lightening up the situation.

"Well, since Natasha's here I think you're fine. Olivia's making meat loaf. Call me." Cameron said as he rose out of his seat.

"Nice seeing you again. And tell Olivia I said hey." Natasha said, moving to take his chair.

"Thanks man." Bobby said quietly. Just as he left, the doctor came in with an envelope in his palms.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Kinslow -- nice to meet you." He said, reaching a strong hand out to shake Natasha's and Bobby's. He was a tall and handsome blonde haired man with bright blue eyes.

"Alright. So it looks like..." He had begun to say, whilst he put the X-ray photos onto the bright light. "You completely broke the calf bone here." He said, while he dragged his index over the entire length of Bobby's calf. "You split a piece of your kneecap, that's the bulging fragment you see that's stretching the skin but not quite piercing through. And right above that is a fracture on the thigh. So you're pretty beat up." He said casually.

Although the photos were in black and white, they were still graphic to Natasha.

"So we're going to put you in a thigh high boot for two weeks. Now, there is to be no walking for you these first 2 weeks. After that, we'll give you a full out cast for another 4 weeks. After that you'll be fine." The doctor said. The rest of their visit to the emergency room consisted of a nurse explaining to them how to bathe and use his crutches.

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"Can I get something to drink please?" Bobby asked from the couch. Natasha got up from her snuggled position beside him, to the kitchen. She poured him a cup of Canada Dry and entered the living room again. When she came into his view Bobby caught her eyes frantically.

"Some chips too babe?" He almost shouted. Natasha walked back into the kitchen to get the barbeque chips over his fridge. She heard a big boom from the TV and she knew she missed something good from the war movie Bobby ordered. She quickened her pace and rushed back out to see what happened. She handed him the chips and put the cup beside his foot that rested on the coffee table. She got back in her position beside him while he noisily munched on chips. She changed her mind and decided to sit up to reduce the background noise. The characters were speaking about something important before they went to fight and she wanted to hear it.

"Natty, can I get the drink?" He asked quietly. Natasha reached over to the cup skillfully keeping her eyes on the TV while she handed it to him. He thanked her.

Natasha didn't mind catering to Bobby while he was disabled, but she wondered how he would take care of himself when she went back to work. She thought to take a few days off, or come home early but she figured it still wouldn't be enough to properly care for him.

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4 DAYS LATER

Natasha opened the door to Bobby's apartment with groceries in tow. She kicked off her shoes and walked toward the kitchen hastily, trying to rid herself of the heavy bags. All the lights were own and she figured Bobby was in the bedroom as he had been restricted to stay for the past 4 days. She placed the bags onto the dining room table and picked out a few of its contents to put them away. Bobby ate so much she was finding herself needing to go to the grocery store almost every other day.

"You have a key?" The familiar snide voice asked from the kitchen with a tone so nasty and inappropriate it could've only been one person. Natasha put on a fake smile and turned around to greet the accent.

"Hey Gina. Nice to see you again." Natasha said, completely avoiding her question.

"Hi... since when do you have a key? I thought ya'll just got back together?" Gina asked. She was sticking her nose in places it didn't belong. Natasha's personal relationship with Bobby was just that; personal.

"I've always had it. Are you cooking something?" Natasha asked, while she put a half gallon of milk into the fridge, unaffected by her presence. Gina was standing beside a skillet that sizzled near her.

"Yeah. " Was all she said.

"Do you need help with something?" Natasha asked sincerely.

"Cut these onions." She said incoherently as she turned to face the skillet again. Natasha rolled her eyes at the lack of the 'please' or a question mark ending on her sentence.

Of course she'd ask me to cut these damn onions! Natasha thought, as she got her tear ducts prepared to be squeezed of every ounce of liquid they contained. She approached the counter behind Gina, and took in the 4 large onions sitting alone on the counter and she almost groaned aloud. She grabbed a cutting board and knife and began to chop.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 05



"How's everyone doing?" Natasha asked, trying to make small talk.

"Fine. How's your family doing? Bobby told me he met them awhile ago."

"They're fine too. And yeah, we all had dinner."

"Mhm, thank you for my gift as well. I never got to tell you." She said mundanely.

"I'm glad you liked it, I had trouble picking it out since I had never met you before."

"Are you allergic to anything? I made a spicy peanut butter dressing for the chicken. Bobby requested it."

"Nope, I'm not." Natasha said, happy she had the courtesy to ask. Her eyes had begun releasing streams of tears down her cheeks as she diced her 2nd onion.

"Good... Natasha you know what?" Gina said. She turned her body to face Natasha and she did the same. "I think you're alright for my grandson. In the beginning, I was very skeptical about you. You had a high maintenance quality about you, and I didn't want Bobby to be behind it. Plus Bobby had only brought 1 other girl to meet me and she broke. As soon as I started asking her questions she shut down and I never saw or heard from her again. But you stuck up for yourself in a respectful manner and, I like that. Although I do think you let your surroundings effect you too much." Natasha thought about her words and decided to question her about it a little more but left the stuck up quality alone. Bringing that up couldn't end well for anyone.

"Well thank you. But what do you mean by being affected my by surroundings?"

"I mean, you can't let things ride. Things will happen, people will talk and not all of it will be beneficial. But if you continuously react and be affected by it you'll damage yourself. I noticed you were getting disturbed with my questions at the table -- however you controlled it on the outside. But I bet you felt terrible about it on the inside, even after the dinner. Hm? "

"Yeah, I did." Natasha admitted.

"If you had the ability to brush it off the first time you noticed my actions were bothering you, you wouldn't have still been thinking about it on the way home." Gina said in a way that was somewhat thoughtful with a dash of her classic offensiveness.

"Natty!" Bobby called from the bedroom in the exact same way a little boy would call for his mother after a nightmare. Except, Natasha wasn't his mother and the next best thing should've been his grandmother. Gina gave her a hard stare before she turned around to face the food once again. Natasha was cursing Bobby for his needy action, and the preference of her over his grandmother. She cautiously walked out of the kitchen, noticing Gina's attitude change.

Natasha closed the bedroom door behind her and her eyes grew wide at the mess she had left this morning. There were a pair of her panties left in the corner, right beside a pair of his boxers, a used condom wrapper hiding on the dresser and unused ones hanging out of the drawer. She hurried to clean up for the sake of his grandmother and the remote possibility of a better relationship with her. Once she was finished she sat on the corner of the bed, right beside his good leg.

"Why are you crying?" Bobby asked with distress bulky in his voice. She laughed delicately.

"I'm not, I was cutting onions."

"Oh. I'm sorry about the surprise visit. She called, I told her I broke my leg and she insisted she come see me." Bobby said.

"No it's fine... How you feel?" Natasha asked sympathetically. She could only imagine how terrible it must feel to be locked in the house all day. Especially being as athletic and proactive as he was previously. But she was silently glad to have his grandmother around to help with his requests while she wasn't here.

"Bad." Was all he said, and his bottom lip stuck out nonchalantly.

"Is something hurting? You need some medicine?" She said. She had already started rising from the bed.

"I need to fuck." He started, with the most pained expression and whining voice she had ever heard or seen on an adult. She couldn't help but laugh at his silliness and upbeat attitude, even in his conditions. But he didn't seem to think it was funny. "Seriously. I finally get to fully make love to you and the same day I break a leg!" He said too loudly.

"Bobby shut up! Your grandma might hear you. I don't want to give her any other reason to hate me." Natasha said, rolling her eyes at no one and mumbling toward the end of the sentence.

"She'll really hate you when I tell her you won't take care of me." He said playfully again.

"I am taking care of you. Just not in the ways you want. No sex until you get the cast, easy enough?" She asked, while rising up from the bed and over toward him. He looked up at her with big eyes pleading for more intimacy. She vowed to herself she'd spend some quality time with him later tonight and keep him company. She bent down to kiss him delicately on his soft lips, but he took it too far. His strong hands gripped her hips and the kiss lasted longer than she expected. She realized how neglected she felt and foolishly kissed him back. Bobby parted her lips with his tongue and caressed her warm hole busily. He discontinued the kiss to lay kisses on the brown tops of her breasts that spilled out over her blouse as she bent to his level on the bed.

When Natasha opened her eyes to watch him but she couldn't help but let her eyes gravitate in the direction of that ugly, beige boot nestled on his entire leg. She felt like she was having sex with a hurt patient in a hospital. She frowned in disgust with herself and found the strength to pull out of his grip. She disregarded the loud sucking sound left in the air after she pulled her tits away from his opening. Bobby's thick, long dick was evident through his shorts while she headed in the direction of the door. His face was so stricken and he looked completely confused. The swiftness of the entire action had him puzzled.

"Natasha what the fuck?" He boomed. Natasha could tell he was really irritated with her and she smiled at him remorsefully. She felt dreadful for being such a tease. "I need your pu-"Natasha closed the door before he finished his sentence and she leaned her back alongside it in exhaustion. Her core was pulsing and she nearly walked back into the bedroom to finish what she started, but just as rapidly went against it. She prayed Bobby would be up and walking soon because even she was starting to be overcome by their sexual tension.

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"Don't eat him! Run little baby buffalo!" Natasha chanted to the TV in Bobby's bedroom.

"That wolf is way too fast. He's gonna' eat his tiny ass, sorry babe." Bobby said from behind her. They were watching National Geographic Wild and a tiny baby buffalo got separated from the herd by a big grey wolf. Natasha was on the edge of the bed, screaming for the animal whilst Bobby awaited his death.

The little calf ran down a hill too quickly and lost his footing clumsily. This was when the wolf crept up swiftly and took a big nip of his bottom. That stopped the calf completely and the battle was over. Natasha sat for a moment, totally upset. The thing with Nat Geo wild was that it wasn't Animal planet. And for some reasons she loved that, and others like this, she hated it. NatGeo was so much more explicit but had far better footage, and Animal planet was upbeat yet focused on humans owning animals much more often.

"Natty, there's a 30th anniversary banquet next month for work. You gonna' be my date?" He asked.

"Of course baby. Is it supposed to be a really fancy, high class type of thing?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah I guess."

Natasha knew she'd have to save up for it, starting with her next paycheck. She wanted to look good and Bobby's arm as they walked in together and all of his filthy rich co-workers scrutinized her and the company she owned. And accomplishing this would never be cheap.

"I'll get you everything you need for it, so don't worry about the money." Bobby said.

"I can pay for it." She said sternly.

"Come on; let me pay for this 1 thing. In the 4 months we've been together, I've never bought you anything." Natasha knew from his tone of voice, this was something he wasn't going to give up. So the easiest way was to give in. But Natasha wasn't surrendering entirely.

"No more than 200 dollars Bobby."

"200 dollars?! That won't even pay for the damn -- whatever. 200, alright... How was work today?" Bobby asked. Natasha moved backwards, in the direction of the headboard and laid beside Bobby before she spoke.

"It was fine. I put an Ad in the paper for an assistant last week and Kelly has been getting a lot of phone calls. But the interviews are tomorrow. After them I'll probably come home early and we can hang out." Natasha said casually. Bobby turned his head downwards and onto Natasha who. He was smiling delicately and his black eyes watched her romantically.

Bobby rapidly turned and reached for his crutches beside the bed. He carefully moved his good leg to the ground followed by the bad one. Once he was stable on the ground, he made his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Natasha was left with the feeling of excitement in her pit. The gaze he had given her was so full of lust and yearning, she was somewhat glad he ended it. Natasha looked back at the bathroom door and wondered how long he'd be in there. Then she considered how long it would take her to pleasure herself. She decided to test it out and she hastily moved her fingers to her panties under the comforter.

All I need is 4 minutes. She thought. She gently rubbed her clit and she was drenched. She concluded she didn't have any time to waste with building up an orgasm; she needed her release as fast as it could come. Her 3 fingers moved without delay in a horizontal motion against her sex.

Visualization kicked in and she replayed the night she and Bobby had their first true moment in bed. The scene of him pounding her from behind and causing her breasts to bump her chest uncontrollably filled her mind behind her eyelids.

Just 1 minute later the bathroom door opened and Bobby turned a little to cut off the light. Natasha stopped completely in her tracks and tried not to move her hands under the sheets. Bobby made his way back to the bed and lay down beside her. He looked into her eyes, but he narrowed them instead of the passionate gaze he had done before.

"What?" She mumbled at the same time Bobby ripped the covers off her lower half in one progress. He laid his eyes on the sight of Natasha's panties around her knees, fingers still within reach of her womanhood and her swollen, wet folds.

"Natasha..." He pleaded in a shocked voice. His eyes never left her body and he looked so disappointed. "If you don't want to take care of me, at least let me take care of you." He whispered.

"Bobby, I do want to take care of you. But I don't want to hurt you while doing it."

"There are still ways we can do it without involving my leg." He said. He leaned forward to kiss her powerfully. Natasha was thoughtful for a moment. She couldn't wait another week and a half for his cast to be put on. Riding him wouldn't require him to do much.

"If anything hurts, tell me." Bobby knew he wouldn't tell her, but he just nodded to shut up her up and get the sex started. Natasha didn't know why she had forgotten Bobby's grandmother sleeping on the pull out couch outside the bedroom but she remembered then.

"Your grandma is in the living room." She mumbled.

"She's a heavy sleeper." Bobby replied. Natasha took a moment to listen to the rough, throat drying snores coming from the other room. Bobby took off his shorts and showcased his growing erection that was beckoning for Natasha's attention. Natasha wasted no time covering his leg with the black sheet right after his cock was within view; the two sights just didn't sit well with her.

Natasha straddled him carefully on the bed. He slipped the contraceptive over his dick in a fluid motion beneath her and his fingers brushed her nether regions minimally. He led the tip in and removed his hands to watch it enter. Natasha lustfully called out as she sat on his size and he stretched her accordingly. She took languid strokes and Bobby reached his hands up to cup her bobbing breasts.

He manipulated them in his hands delicately and Natasha's eyes trembled closed when his jagged thumb brushed over her soft yet solid nipples. Natasha's thrill came to life and the motion picked up enthusiasm. Bobby gripped her hips with one hand and bent her back with the other. She took the hint to lean over his torso and continue her proceedings.

When their heads were side by side, Natasha's ass was the only thing that bounced feverishly. Bobby let his eyes wander over her shoulder so he could watch. The pillow under Bobby's head helped to muffle her groans of pleasure. Bobby's hands found their way to her bottom and he held on firmly while her lower back worked to keep her ass pumping on him. His violent squeeze on her cheeks sent her over the edge and she slowed down whilst her climax was delivered. Natasha's back hunched upward in satisfaction and her walls compressed around him roughly. Her crazed pussy's insides locked onto him and he had no alternative but to join her in orgasm. He rumbled in a bass voice before he let his hands clutch even tighter on her ass. Natasha's pained moan filled his ears and intensified the release.

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"So what made you want to apply for this position?" Natasha asked Felicia, a woman she was interviewing to be her new assistant. Felicia was a Native American woman born in Canada and seemed to have all of the qualifications she was looking for.

"I love what it is you're trying to accomplish here, and I'd be happy to assist in any way." She said professionally. The girl was perfect but she lacked the strength to withstand the emotional toll this job would require.

"Wonderful. Well thank you for your time." Natasha said as she closed her portfolio and resume. They were in a small conference room with only 2 seats. Felicia surprised Natasha when she reached across the table robotically to shake her hand.

"Thank you Ms. Ellis." She said. Kelly would be bringing in the next person interested in the job within the next few seconds and Natasha still didn't know who she'd be offering it to. She had seen over 19 people and they seemed boring, weak or completely clueless as to what this job was requiring. All of these unwanted qualities would make the job that much more difficult for them tackle head on.

Kelly walked into the room and closed the door behind her. She held a folder with pastel colored tabs in it. Natasha looked at her, baffled when she sat down in the seat opposite her. Kelly only smiled and then proceeded to hand her the binder.

"Good morning Ms. Ellis. I'm Kelly Ortiz." She said laughing, as she extended her hand for Natasha to shake. If Kelly wanted this job, than she'd have to act just like anyone else that would be interviewed; she didn't know Natasha.

"Good morning." Natasha said while she opened the binder to unveil the organized resume with the faint scent of flowers bursting out and hitting her nose. She didn't know Kelly had so much experience with being an assistant until she glanced at her references.

"Tell me about why you'd prefer this job over your current job." Natasha asked.

"I can do it. I have plenty of understanding about being an assistant and I already know most of the things that need to be done." Kelly said. Natasha had to admit; hiring Kelly would lessen the training time and reduce the chance of errors in her first few months of working with the new arrangement. Training another receptionist to replace her could be done in a matter of days.

"Kelly, you need to be tough for this. Sometimes I may get a little angry or frustrated and take it out on you. Not as bad as they do on TV but still enough to hurt those who can't take it. Plus you'll need to be alert even out of the office." Natasha explained. She had just ordered 2 Black Berries for her and her new assistant to share. An email could come at anytime of the day.

"I know you, I know how you get. I'm perfect for this." Kelly said. Natasha sat thoughtful for a minute, before meeting her eyes and giving her a devious smile.

"You start next week. Ask anyone out there if they want a receptionist place." Natasha said while laughing. As Kelly stood Natasha could tell she had gotten dressed up a little for her interview. There was so much relief planted within Natasha as she sat in the chair. She was so glad Kelly was interested in the job; she was a good worker and would help Natasha in so many ways.

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2 WEEKS LATER

"Hi I'm Bobby, I'm coming in with my girlfriend to pick out a dress in about 45 minutes. And I need to set up a plan with someone in the store." Bobby premeditated outside of Natasha's house. He was waiting for her to finish getting dressed so they could shop for the dress she'd wear to the banquet.

"What kind of plan?" The woman asked on the other line.

"She's really frugal. And I want her to get something she wants therefore no limitations on the price. Can everything somehow be 75% off in her world? I'll pay for the difference; I just want everything she wants to be at aa reasonable price for her." Bobby asked.

"Of course, that's very sweet of you. When you come in, just say your name to one of the women in the store and they'll already know your story." She said, and Bobby could tell she was smiling.

"Thank you." He said right before he hung up. He walked toward the BMW slowly. He already had his cast on for over 2 weeks and it was rejuvenating for him to be able to walk again. He refused on using the crutches and had given them back to the hospital, even though they insisted that he should still depend on them. He sat in the passenger's seat, patiently waiting for Natasha to exit.

When she did, she sat in the driver's seat and the car backed out into traffic.

"How's Kelly doing?" Bobby asked, remembering she had a new assistant start last week. He was glad she had some extra help with her job.

"She's great. Very helpful." Natasha said, as the Black berry that rested in the sup holder buzzed loudly between them. Bobby gave it a hard eye roll before turning his attention back out the window.

I can't have it all. He thought, letting her new associate go unnoticed in their conversation.

****

"Hi I'm Bobby." He said to a tall black haired woman while he shook her hand. She smiled back at him and the way she did it hinted she was in on the plan.

"Natasha." She said to the woman with a smile. The store was very tasteful with an extravagant feel. That was the exact the environment she wanted to be in to look for a dress.

"I'm Candy. What are we looking for today?" She said, directing the couple to a love seat that had a single armchair in front. Bobby sat and instantaneously had the stance of someone at home. His arm was on the back of the chair behind Natasha's head and his cast was extended across the floor. Candy took the seat and flipped her waist length hair over one shoulder in a motion that caused it to suspend in the air for a half a second. Natasha rolled her eyes at the unneeded action.

"I need a dress that's supportive" Natasha started, and motioned toward her large D cup breasts. "And that's not too tight around my butt." Bobby flashed her quick look.

"Well... some tight is good though." He suggested, staring at Natasha who was focused on Candy.

"What style were you looking for?" She asked.

"Either a strapless or one shoulder. No ball gown type of thing." She started and then took another moment to think on a better description. "Very solid colors and nothing too bright."

"Price range?"

"Under 300."




Unexpected Interest Ch. 05



"No problem, especially considering everything is 50 to 75 percent off today and tomorrow." Candy said smiling. "We have what you need. I'll pick some out based on what you just said and you can sit on the other couch beside the dressing room." Candy said, pointing to the back of the room. Bobby got up and waddled over to the other couch to continue his relaxation. Natasha followed him while she waited for Candy to come back.

Candy appeared with 2 dresses and Natasha had risen out of her seat to try them on. Another woman followed her closely with large clothes pins.

"I'm going to keep looking for dresses, just so we can keep the flow going. Rita is going to pin up excess fabric that would be tailored to fit you before the date." Candy said while she handed Rita the dresses.

Natasha's first dress was a dark blue strapless dress that's material was very shiny. The texture was smooth and glossy; she didn't like it. She carefully stepped on the pedestal framed with full length mirrors beside the couch Bobby sat on.

Her breasts bounced wildly over the cups, the beading below the bust looked artificial and the fabric showcased ever imperfection her body owned.

"You like it?" Natasha asked the mirror that reflected Bobby's frame on the couch behind her.

"No, but I do like the top." He grumbled quietly enough for only them to hear. She laughed at his honesty.

***

Natasha stepped out in the 4th dress. It was a pea green green with an incredibly matte fabric. This allowed the fabric to adjust to the curves she wanted it to, and it did just that. The thick strap began on the right bra cup but wrapped across her upper chest and around her left shoulder. There were light jewels starting at her breasts and faded down to her mid thigh. But loose fabric tapered out lightly around the knees, giving her a mermaid look.

"I love this." She whispered to herself. The same moment she focused on the dress itself and not on the mirror, Bobby tossed Candy his MasterCard and quickly refocused his attention on Natasha.

"You look beautiful." He said to her.

"How much is it?" Natasha asked. She had her money planned out and if this dress hadn't fit into her budget, she wouldn't get it.

"750 before the reduction, but currently 250." Candy said confidently. Natasha squealed for joy at her bargain.

**

"Do you need heels?" Candy asked as they took the dress to the register. Natasha looked over toward the shoes section and saw her worst enemy; heels. She hadn't worn heels all her life and she didn't plan on starting with that banquet.

"I didn't have plans on wearing heels." Natasha muttered.

"What?" Candy asked in astonishment.

"Why not?" Bobby asked her softly, forgetting the woman's reaction. He looked down into her brown eyes while Candy rung up the dress.

"I've never worn them. And they make me too tall." Natasha said. She was already 5'7, adding 4 inch heels would have her one of the tallest women at the banquet. She hated to embrace her height.

"You sure? I'll still be taller than you."

"Yeah I'm sure. Plus I'll want to be comfortable too."

"Well thank you for choosing us. I hope you enjoy your night." Candy said to the couple.

"Thank you." Natasha said as she took her dress off the counter and headed toward the door. While her back faced the register, Candy handed Bobby his card and in return he slipped her a 20 dollar bill with a mouthed 'Thank you.' Before he followed Natasha to the car.

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"Tammy can I talk to you for a minute." Bobby said as he approached her cubicle. She was typing fiercely on her computer. When he opened his mouth her head snapped up straight away. Her hair was reaching a little past her shoulder blades now and she was putting on more weight. The two hadn't spoken since the incident in Bobby's car and he had a few things to say to her now. He had no choice but to approach her desk because he didn't know her extension to give her a call.

He came in to get some work off his desk so he was still dressed casually. Bobby didn't want his labor piling up too much while he was on leave. He led Tammy back to his office and she sat in the chair across from his desk while he closed the door behind him.

"What happened?" She said, pointing to his black cast.

"I was playing ball and I broke my leg. But I wanted to apologize about... that night. I shouldn't have done that to you and I'm sorry." Bobby said sincerely, she nodded in acceptance.

"It's alright." She said shrugging.

"Well, I'm sure you're going to the banquet and I'll be there too... with my girlfriend. And I'm asking you not to mention anything about that night to her if you do see her..." Bobby asked. All of his wishful thinking was laced in his voice and he hated to sound too desperate.

Tammy was surmounted with the evident control she had over him. Bobby's hands were clasped together on his desk and he held Tammy's gaze dreadfully. She smiled devilishly and Bobby knew she'd do whatever the hell she wanted.

"Is that the reason you decided to apologize?" She laughed.

"No—" She cut him off before he could finish.

"I can't promise anything Bobby. I'm sorry things ended how they did, but consequences come with it." She said, and she stood up from her seat. "Good luck." She whispered. Tammy smoothed out her skirt, flipped her hair out of her eyes and let her heels clack while she walked out of his office with a freshly established confidence.

"Fuck." Bobby said to himself once he was alone.

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THE DAY OF THE BANQUET

"So why are you two getting your hair done? I keep forgetting how this happened." She asked her friends who sat in the stylist chairs in front of her. Summer and Olivia were supposed to be joining her for opinionated reasons only, but they seemed to be convincing themselves to purchase things along the way. They had all gotten manicures and pedicures, a new pair of shoes and now they were getting their hair done together. They had been out since 10 AM and as 5:30 PM crept up, they were nearly finished.

"Why not? If we're here waiting for you, might as well join you." Summer said as she got her blonde locks curled tightly. Natasha's chair was turning toward the mirror and she came into view of a beautiful fishtail braid stuck to the left side of her head and continuing around to the middle of her head. That's where it connected with a full bun while curled fly away pieces hung at her edges and 1 at her nape. Her side swept bang was smooth and trimmed above her brow. And it was the exact look she was going for.

"Oh girl..." Natasha whispered to her stylist enthusiastically at the same moment she got out the chair and approached the mirror to inspect closely.

"You like it?" She asked, with her wild red hair in a big mane around her face.

"Hell yeah! This is stunning!"

"Come on so I can ring you up baby." The stylist said as she walked to her small register by the door. "It's 90."

She handed her Bobby's debit card and she swiped it quickly. Natasha was happy she hadn't gone over her 200 dollar limit with her nails and hair combined, but what she didn't know was that she had gone way over the limit with the 750 dollar dress he bought her.

"Gorgeous Tash." Summer called from behind her.

"Thanks. I'm gonna' get my makeup done at Sephora. Meet me over there when ya'll get done. The banquet starts in an hour and I'm running kinda behind." She said as she checked her cell phone's text messages. Bobby had texted her just a few minutes ago about the obvious.

Natty, it starts in an hour....

I know babe. Almost done.

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"Natasha, I believe in being fashionably late but this—"Bobby started as he fixed the cuffs of his tuxedo. Natasha had appeared from the bathroom and stopped him in his tracks. Her milk chocolate skin had a golden shade, her makeup gave her face an airbrushed look and her big eyes were rimmed in long lashes. Her lips were simple in a nude lipstick and topped with a mouth watering gloss.

Natasha had a hard time keeping her eyes off of Bobby as well. He was lean and handsome in an all black tux that made him look like a giant. His short curls were slicked back in a style that looked like it could be on the main character of an Italian drug dealing movie. His large gold watch only added to his sophistication and she wanted to give him a quick rub down before they left. Plus that god awful cast was gone. The happiest person to see it go was probably Natasha because they went straight home to consummate the leg with heart pounding sex from behind.

But Bobby was feeling a hint of apprehension. He didn't know what Tammy would say to Natasha when she saw her, but it was almost certain she would say something. He had no choice but to ride it out because the appropriate time to warn her had been well passed, and telling her now would only make the matters worse.

"You look so good." Natasha whispered, as she drew him near and let her long French tips roam over his blazer. He looked down on her in absolute lust while his hands wrapped around her waist plus rubbed against the fabric of her dress that hugged the contours of her bottom. Bobby was so excited to show off his exotic, beautiful and intelligent woman to everyone he could that night. She stood up some more to get some contact with his lips but he didn't meet her halfway. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself if he kissed her then.

"I have a surprise for you afterward. But right now we have to go." He said, and he led her toward the door of his apartment.

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Natasha didn't know what was prevailing over her, but she felt like Beyonce going to the Grammy's as she stepped out of the BMW with the guidance of Bobby's firm hand. The classy building had twinkling lights outside and the valet drove off behind them as she looped her arm through Bobby's and he took her into the ball room. "You look striking by the way." He said down upon her as they ventured through front door.

The venue was blindingly white. The floors, walls, drapery, large chandelier in the middle of the room and table cloths were shrinking her pupils. On both sides of the room were two large winding staircases that reached up above them. The round tables had name cards in front of each seat and Bobby seemed to know where there's would be. A live band played from the face of the room, positioned in front of large floor to ceiling length windows that put out a great view of the city. A few danced in front of the stage but most people stood mingling.

"Bobby!" Someone called behind them. Bobby turned and there was an older bald man walking toward them with a young blonde on his arm. Her dress was a light pink that made her over tanned body shine. But her large breasts were scraping her neck and the big cut out piece on the side of her dress was hardly tasteful.

"Hey Ron, I didn't think you'd be here. This is my girlfriend Natasha, Natasha this is my co-worker Ron." Bobby introduced them. Ron held his hand out for Natasha to shake and she did so with a smile.

"Nice to meet you beautiful -- very beautiful." He said. Natasha admitted to herself; that was inappropriate. Especially considering the fact that his girlfriend/ daughter stood beside him. The blonde woman didn't seem to be phased by his somewhat restrained flirtation or the fact that he didn't introduce her.

"Thank you." Bobby and Natasha said in harmony although Natasha's statement was laced in hesitation while annoyance was substantial in his.

"Yeah but, I decided I'd show my face tonight. The Mustang just got out the detail shop earlier today and I needed an excuse to drive her out." Ron said shrugging. Natasha was in her right mind to excuse herself from his palpable bragging. It was her number one pet peeve and she knew he was familiarized with doing it.

"How long have you two been dating?" The blonde woman decided to ask. Her eyes were a piercing blue and Natasha had a hard processing her question as she watched her.

"Um, 5 months. Almost 6." Bobby said. Natasha was questioning if they would start over with their month counting since their break up. But Bobby kept hinting they would start off where they left off and she never opposed.

"Oh great, how'd you meet?" She asked again.

"In the grocery store." Natasha laughed.

"Champagne?" A waiter asked from beside Natasha. They held 4 glasses on their tray and Natasha took one carefully and thanked him peacefully.

"What do you do Natasha?" Ron asked while taking a sip of his champagne. She couldn't help but notice the large gold band on his ring finger that sparkled due to the small diamonds inside. She promptly looked at the blonde's hand to find a large diamond on hers as well. But these two never seemed interested in the conversation together; when 1 is speaking the other wasn't paying attention. There was strong negative tension between them and it made Bobby uncomfortable.

"I'm an environmental ethics lawyer." She said.

"Oh, at the... Iron Firm? I believe that's the title." Ron said thoughtfully. Natasha was overjoyed he even knew what it was, let alone the name.

"She owns it." Bobby said proudly. Natasha shot him a look; a clear signal he needed to humble himself. He wasn't as stuck up as this banquet seemed to require you to be. But Bobby was just too caught up in his pride for her to stop himself.

"Oh really? Impressive. What kind of work do you do?" He asked again.

"I set up cases, sometimes I represent people and I train employees." Natasha said.

"How long does typical training take?" The blonde asked.

"Depending on how much they know, on average 5 months." Natasha replied. The blonde opened her mouth to speak again but a louder voice spoke before her. Natasha pivoted to see the stage and an older woman who held the microphone to her lips.

"Good evening everyone. Dinner will be served in a matter of minutes, so if you could have a seat..." She began. Everyone progressed to their assigned spot and Bobby followed Natasha back to their table. He held out her seat then slid into his own.  

"Thank you all for attending this anniversary banquet. Tonight we celebrate the success of our work, the support of our people and Wilson Graham -- the founder of this company. Enjoy." She said before she walked offstage and back to her seat close by. The band played hushed music and people chatted quietly whilst waiters and waitresses brought plates of food.

"What kind of strings did you have to pull to get us sitting at the same table?" A voice asked from behind them. Bobby smiled as they came into view and took the two empty seats in front of them. The Asian couple were smiling merrily and very well dressed.

"This is Thomas and his wife Wendy. This is my girlfriend Natasha." Bobby said, revealing he knew his wife before tonight.

"Nice to meet you." The couple said in unison and then laughed about their jinx. They were insanely cute together and it made Natasha grin. That couple was a breath a fresh air in comparison to Ron and the Unknown Blonde.

Their food appeared and Natasha was stricken by the artistically set plate before her. It was a hearty slice of salmon on a bed of herbs and a savory sauce precisely drawn around the plate. A crab cake beside carrots and broccoli sat beside the salmon.

"Do you like it? I had to pick it out at the last minute. I knew you liked fish." Bobby said beside her.

"No this is perfect." She said, picking up her fork.

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"Excuse me." Natasha said as she got up from her seat and left the 3 of them to joke without her. Wendy and Thomas were hilarious together and Natasha understood why Bobby wanted them to be seated at the same table. Natasha took her clutch with her to the fancy ladies room. She relieved herself in the stall and flushed behind her.

When she walked up to the counter with intentions of washing her hands, the door opened and let in a woman with shoulder length red hair and a skin tight black dress. She looked at Natasha's reflection in the mirror and began to speak.

"Are you Natasha?" She asked happily. She moved to stand on the other side of the counter in front of the second sink.

"Yes I am." She replied wearily.

"Oh! I'm Tammy. It's so great you and Bobby are back together and everything. Many people have a hard time with trust after their partner has made a mistake or something. It's a gift that you can get past it. Ya' know?" She asked with a smile. Natasha turned off the water and roughly shook her hands in the sink to free herself of excess water.

"Pardon me?" She asked, facing Tammy's shrewd yet joyful face. Natasha was trying to remember Gina's words and apply them to this moment, but it was hard to hold her emotions back on the inside and on the outside too. This woman wanted a reaction and better yet, she wanted the result to affect her relationship with Bobby. Tammy brought her hand up to her open mouth in shock.

"You didn't know? Oh God, I am so sorry. I thought Bobby would've told you by now." She said.

"You might as well tell me now since you brought it up." Natasha said casually, putting one hand on her hip and using the other to support her weight on the sink.

"It wasn't much of anything. A month or so ago, he took me out for dinner and I did some things but not The thing." She said, reaching into her purse for her lipstick.

"Well, good thing we weren't together then huh?" Natasha said, taking on that cheerful attitude Tammy carried as she walked in. "And I'm sure you never got that phone call or the rapport with him you had been expecting afterward either. Although... I did. Have some more respect for yourself Tammy. You're approaching me about giving him head and in return him taking you out for dinner? Are you proud you got a meal for your services?" Natasha asked. She didn't know that statement had hurt more than she expected because Tammy didn't get the meal. She didn't even get the conversation or the attention she desired, but instead got rejected and embarrassed. Natasha waited for her to speak but she continued to put on her lipstick mechanically in the mirror.

"And since you can't control yourself around Bobby, stay away from him. Feel free to take that as a warning because I won't be saying anything again. I keep my word and I only say it once." She growled, remembering the time she heard about her unexpected kiss. Natasha grabbed her clutch and left the bathroom to find Bobby leaning against the adjacent wall waiting for her exit. He was ringing his hands in worry and when she came out of the bathroom, he stood up right away and estimated her words.

"We weren't together. There's nothing I can be angry about." Natasha said, shrugging her shoulders in defeat. Gina was beyond right; Natasha felt no animosity toward Bobby or Tammy. Instead she wanted to get past the whole situation and forget.

"Okay." He said with a big breath. His voice was shaky, skin colorless and a little sweat on his brow. He took small steps toward her but refocused his attention to the bathroom door that opened beside them. Tammy stepped out and barely gave them a glace before she stomped her heels down the hall and back into the ball room. Once she was out of sight Bobby sustained his progression toward her.

"While I can be mad that you didn't tell me before we got here." Natasha said aggressively right before he inclined for her lips.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't tell you earlier. I was a little scared." He said, frustrated with himself. Natasha was feeling very forgiving and it was probably the only reason why she'd let this slide. She still wanted to have a good night and her beyonce vibe was stable. Bobby took her hand and guided her toward the band's dance floor. A slow jazzy song filled the air and he confidently led her into his broad chest. Natasha gladly obliged and placed her hands on his biceps and laid her head on his breast while his arms twisted around her waist. He led them in a slow fixed circle and they danced in peace for a minute.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 05



"Are you sure you're okay?" Bobby asked with obvious skepticism in his tone of voice. Natasha's eyes rolled and she sighed in agitation.

"If we keep talking about it I won't be; drop it." She warned him. It was all Bobby needed to leave the topic in the desert. Natasha didn't need to be hindered by reliving the short scene in the bathroom. Or the reality that he hadn't cautioned her in relation to it.

"Okay, okay." He said. The Jazzy song dwindled to an end within another 30 seconds and the crowd clapped evenly. The band's leader's voice pulsed through the speakers and it was clear he wanted to hype the audience up.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna' pick the tempo up a little bit." He said before he turned toward the band to signal the intro of the Electric Slide to be played to perfection. A thump of stimulation rushed through Natasha and Bobby could see it as he watched her with a small beam on his lips. He took a look around to come to the conclusion that Natasha would definitely be stared at closely.

"Can you do the electric slide?" Natasha asked Bobby. He laughed nonchalantly.

"Cameron taught me, hopefully I can remember it." He said. Natasha nodded and couldn't wait to see him sliding and stepping soulfully to the smooth music. As the intro ended, she and Bobby stood side by side and began to two-step in harmony. Natasha couldn't disagree that he had rhythm but based off the wide range of music he liked to listen to, it wasn't entirely startling.

When they had to revolve their dance, Natasha ended up vertically behind Bobby. He snapped contentedly at his sides and continued his actions. He definitely looked good, particularly in that tuxedo.

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"You two looked so good!" Wendy exclaimed as Bobby and Natasha sat back down at the table. Bobby and Natasha laughed lightly.

"Thanks." Natasha replied. She looked at her champagne glass and revealed it was bare. There were no waiters around and she was too thirsty to wait. She retained information about seeing a bar in the corner of the room on the way to the bathroom and stood up to visit it.

"Going to the bar." Natasha said quietly before she left the table.

"You want me to go with you?" Bobby asked thoughtfully before she left. Natasha smirked down on him gently before she answered.

"No honey, I'm okay." She said jokingly.

Natasha wound through the people and followed the path to the bar. The room was so large; she was walking for about 3 minutes. When it came into view she picked up her pace with reassurance of her destination. When she was a foot away from the counter, she stopped in her tracks when she saw a large glass full of Mango Magic sitting on the counter. As she followed the body that stood behind it she was pained to see Terrance's face. His features were different from the last time they had seen one another; he was angry. Natasha walked up to the counter suspiciously and tried to take the drink that was clearly for her. But before she could get her hands on it, Terrance grabbed the base and moved it out of her reach.

"You look beautiful." He said rigidly.

"... Thanks. Look, can I get a drink?" She asked, not wanting to be facing him longer than essential. She scanned around the opposite side of the bar to see he was the only one there and the option of asking someone else to make her drink was impossible.

"Anything for the sellout of course." He said coldly and kept her eyes locked. Natasha tried to use Gina's words of wisdom in this situation too, but it was nearing unattainable.

"What?" She asked through clenched teeth. She couldn't believe what she was hearing especially from who she was hearing it from. The man who had cheated on her with a blonde white woman and lied about it too. The double standards of the circumstances were almost comical.

"You heard me Natasha. Is he buying you everything you want? — In exchange for a chance to fulfill his black fantasies?" He whispered, moving closer toward her over the counter. Natasha took a quick glance at her surroundings and knew there was absolutely no way to say what she wanted, how she wanted, without looking like a ghetto angry black woman. So she channeled her thoughts and walked away from the bar back into the direction of the table.

Natasha took her time with her walk back and used it to morph back into the person she had been 5 minutes prior. She took her seat and she was grateful Bobby was deep into a deep exchange with Wendy and Thomas.

"Well we're going to go, it's getting kinda' late." Bobby said suddenly. Natasha followed his lead without hesitation.

"Nice meeting you Natasha." Wendy said.

"Likewise to you both." She replied, trying to give them a heartfelt smile. Bobby walked swiftly out of the ball room and into the small lobby that was attached to the front door. His walking came to a hard end and he rotated to face her. The intensity in his eyes startled her and she gasped a little.

"What happened?" He whispered.

"Wh- Nothing happened." Natasha said, trying to be believable. He stared her down for a few more seconds before his hand reached for hers. Natasha was grateful she had become such a great actress all of a sudden because Bobby wouldn't take well to the truth about what was really bothering her.

He showed the valet men his ticket and they called for the BMW. In a matter of seconds it was stopping before them and Bobby held her door for her courteously. She thanked him and swiftly sat down to find it was well past 12 o'clock. Now that the dinner was over, she was interested to know what the extraordinary surprise was that he had planned.

When he past the exit out of the city, her inquisitiveness bubbled inside her with great strength. Bobby took note of her jitteriness and smiled beside her.

"We're almost there." He said as he turned down a side street. When the car finally stopped after a mere 10 minutes, Natasha embraced the large 5 star hotel that could be no less than 100 dollars a night. She didn't wait for Bobby to open her door for her this time, and she stepped out full of exhilaration. The cool summer night only added to her emotions when goose bumps rose on her exposed arms. Bobby went to the rear of the car to retrieve a duffle bag that Natasha had no idea existed. Bobby came back to the sidewalk in front of the car and forcefully gripped Natasha's hip to lead her into his chest. The ferocity of the action whipped the breath out of her and left her lips slightly parted with a dazed look in her eyes. Bobby took advantage of his invitation and let their lips come into contact for the first time of the night. Natasha kissed him back tenderly and he let his free hand wander down the small of her back. Within less than a minute of persistent kissing, Natasha was feeling his erection on her lower stomach. She smiled sexily at his evident arousal.

"Come on girl." He whispered as he led the way into the hotel lobby. This was one of the most luxurious hotels in Rhode Island and as they entered, it was practically written on the walls. The wealth hung from the ceilings and posed as beautifully structured furniture. Bobby had the hotel key and they were luckily on the first floor right behind the hotel's front desk. They walked purposefully down the halls and when the green light signaled they could enter, Natasha was the one to open the door.

The bulky king size bed was coated in red petals that were illuminated by the ceiling light and lit up the bed specifically. To the left of the door was a small coffee table that held champagne and chocolate dipped strawberries that were abnormally big. Before Natasha could finish looking around the extravagant room, she was in Bobby's arms. He leisurely walked over in the direction of the bed and dropped her on it clumsily. She yelped in bliss as the bed punched below her and petals bounced around her face from the impact. Before she could refocus her attention back on Bobby, he was already striping his clothes with his bedroom eyes on her firmly.

"Wait, wait. Can I get a minute or two?" Natasha asked, getting up to enter the bathroom. It had been a long day and she needed to clean up a little.

"Alright. We can take a shower." He said, following her closely. Natasha snapped around to face him and block his way of the bathroom.

"I just got my hair done tod—" Natasha started waving an index finger in his direction. But he angrily intercepted her words.

"Damnit! Natasha hurry up." He mumbled, making his way back toward the bed. Natasha hurriedly brushed her teeth, thoroughly wiped her parts and undid her hair. Her bun left her with deep waves that fell in rivers down her shoulders. When she exited the restroom in her birthday suit, Bobby was in front of her with his hands at the back his head. His cock was lifeless between his legs.

"Turn around for me." He whispered. Natasha slowly did a 360 and he groaned in approval. When Natasha finished her showcase, she crawled the length of the bed up near him. His eyes never left her and her eyes never left his dick. It had stiffened the slightest but grew even more when Natasha moved her fingers around it.

Natasha kneeled between his thighs in addition to stroking him a few times in her hands and Bobby watched her big tits spring up from her action.

"How was she?" Natasha asked him, while still facing his growing dick. Bobby waited a minute to answer her.

"Nothing compares to those lips and nails." He said in a monotone voice. Natasha couldn't deny that his words made her feel like a high-quality dick sucker. But she'd try to show off a little tonight as well. His rod was at its full length and density in her hands and she moved to place her lips around it.

Bobby's eyes quivered closed when her hot wet mouth found its way to his dick. She suckled on his mushroom top, removing all the pre cum down into her throat. After, she moved her way down his length and back up skillfully. Her lips covered her teeth as she bobbed her head. Bobby could feel the soft ridges of the roof of her mouth skimming his skin softly. He left his hands behind his head while Natasha worked her magic on his manhood.

"Natasha -- Natasha." He said quietly before his hand reached for her face. She stopped sucking him and the look in his eyes was so caring and fragile she wondered if she had been sucking him off as well as she thought she was.

"I love you. I'm in love with you." He stated casually. Natasha could barely develop his words even though his black eyes pierced hers with unmistakable importance.

"Wh—What?" She whispered faintly.

"I said I loved you." He laughed quietly.

"I love you too." She said before she climbed up his chest to reach for his lips. His hands massaged her smooth back and their chests pressed against one another while they engaged in a passionate kiss. He reached for his condom on the nightstand without leaving the kiss with Natasha. She took it from his hands and gently rolled it over his dick. When it was correctly in place he coiled his hands around her hips and placed her on her back.

As she lay in the soft bed of petals, the softhearted look in his eyes was something she couldn't see past. He opened her legs soothingly and used his left hand to bear his weight on top of Natasha. He kept his watch on her as he used his free hand to channel his dick into her center little by little. She parted her lips the slightest to direct a small whimper into the open air.

When he was certain he was inside, he let both arms share his weight equally. He conducted steady strokes that allowed her to take his entire length with time. Bobby kissed her dark chocolate nipples warmly and proceeded to nip on them while she moaned in his ears.

"Harder baby." She whispered while eyeing the erotic sight between her legs. Bobby listened to his woman and pumped her with more force. Her breasts jumped wildly with each thrust inward he gave her. Natasha felt her walls press together as Bobby's grunts came as light breaths on her brow. She moved her hand onto her clit and smacked on it fiercely. The sound filled the room and before she knew what was happening within herself, she was groaning out like an angry animal.

Bobby's brow furrowed and he pulled out in inquisitiveness to find Natasha's juices spurting hysterically from her hole. He didn't waste another minute and within an instant he was kneeling to capture her nectar. He groaned in pleasure as some of Natasha's liquids flowed from its source and over his jaws. He took to her gem and latched on to suckle it brutally. Natasha shuttered further up the bed and the movement shook it weakly.

Bobby didn't need to ask Natasha to see she was exhausted. As he considered the day she had of shopping, dancing and talking; he wasn't surprised her eyes were fluttering closed after her powerful orgasm. He crawled up her body and kissed her lips to wake her. She gazed at him with half closed lids and a small smile on her full lips.

"Part 2 tomorrow morning?" She asked in a raspy voice; a clear result from her rough screaming just a few seconds earlier.

"Of course. Goodnight, I love you." He said, trying out the words again. Natasha's smile widened into one that broadcasted her teeth.

"I love you too Bobby." She said, before he pulled the rose petal filled covers up over their bodies and they nestled into one another to bask in the 3 letter words that would change their relationship forever.



Unexpected Interest Ch. 06



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Lol you guys, my readers, are so assertive. I had so many friendly requests/borderline threats about this Epilogue it was unbelievable. But hey, it just shows how much you enjoy my stuff and I'm not gonna complain lol. I'm happy you love it. But this is just a cute little update on them, nothing too heavy, fun, upbeat. Not too much sex either so *shrug* Hope you enjoy this.

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3 YEARS LATER

"I think you and Bobby urged Cameron to finally ask the question." Olivia mumbled with a smile from the floor of Natasha's brand new, mustard colored living room. Bobby, Cameron and Tyson left with the U-Haul to pick up the furniture but the women decided to consummate the house with a full glass of wine. Natasha and Bobby had been happily married for over a year, and she stole a quick look at her ring. The ring was a unique raw gemstone flushed with purple and pinks surrounded by small diamonds. It was so unique and had such an earthy feel; Natasha loved it as soon as she saw it.

"Did he ask you?" Summer whispered intensely. You could see her hands tighten around her glass and the tension in the room grew thick.

"Yesterday." Olivia laughed and eagerly held out her hand to show off her beautiful diamond ring. It twinkled in the light and Olivia could hardly keep her eyes off of it. Natasha laughed in excitement then Summer and Naomi joined in.

"I'm so happy for you! How'd he do it?" Natasha asked excitedly. The entire feel of the topic brought back memories of her own proposal, honeymoon and wedding. Bobby was so clever with his proposal; Natasha doubted he came up with it on his own. One Saturday morning she headed out to her garden as she typically did and sat Iodine beside her. About a half hour into her work, her hands wandered across a small box. And when she opened it, Bobby was watching behind her. But her wedding was large and tasteful. Her best friends and sister of course took their spot in the wedding party while Cameron, Tyson and William walked down the aisle with them. All of their family and friends watched quietly and Natasha was in total bliss. Almost as soon as the wedding ended, Bobby whisked her away to Hawaii to enjoy nature climbs and plenty of sex for a little over 2 weeks.

"He was so nervous. We were just watching TV and he just pulled it out and asked me. I had on a cucumber face mask and everything. But I surely did cry my eyes out." Olivia said. Natasha knew her crying moments weren't over and she could see the tears forming in her eyes.

"When is the wedding?" Summer asked while taking a small sip of her wine.

"I have no clue. My art work is really taking off and I don't want to be bothered with wedding plans right now. I'm happy with flaunting off the ring." Olivia said while rolling her eyes and taking a big swig from her glass. All of the women laughed lightly.

"It's definitely beautiful Liv." Naomi said thoughtfully.

"So who's helping you cook the food for the house warming party?" Summer asked. She looked around aimlessly and purposefully avoided eye contact.

"Well, I was hoping my favorite girls would—"

"Hell no, Natasha! I can't cook! I hate cooking." Summer complained with obvious agitation in her voice. Natasha knew it'd be difficult to try and convince her friend to aid her in food preparation but she needed help. All of her family and all of Bobby's family would be joining them and she couldn't make all the food for alone.

"Please Summer? I'll help you do everything. All you'd have to do is listen to me." Natasha pleaded.

"Naomi can't help?" Summer asked and shot pleading eyes towards the brown woman who was unusually quiet.

"No, she's practicing at the studio that night. It's the last rehearsal before the recital and she can't miss it." Natasha said. Her sister was working hard in her dance studio in training for the big show planned at the end of the month. Plenty of women were enrolling their children in the dance company and the tuition was a pretty penny. But Naomi's experience and skill was worth it.

"Tash, you better be lucky—"Summer said through clenched teeth. Natasha's cheers of excitement cut her off entirely and a glimpse of hope filled her insides. Gina was still hard to impress even though their bond was strengthening ass and she wanted to make sure her food was as good as it could be. The doorbell rang and Natasha speedily got up to answer it. Bobby and Cameron stood on the other side while holding her big couch. She stepped aside to let them in and they thudded toward the living room.

"Congratulations Cameron." Natasha said matter-of- factly. He smiled back at her and she didn't fight the feeling to return it. Tyson followed them with her armchair.

When Natasha closed the door behind them and came back into view of the living room, it was already placed. Her brow was furrowed and Bobby's eyes narrowed when he saw she was unhappy.

"Baby, move it to the left a little?" Natasha asked in a small voice. Cameron and Bobby grunted while they shoved the couch a little more to the left. When Natasha had finished directing the placement of all the furniture, she clapped excitedly.

"Perfect." She said while she sensed the position of everything. They decided to mix all of their belongings to best fit the style they wanted. Bobby insisted on having the homely feel Natasha sported in her old town house but Natasha wanted all of his electronics because they were most likely more up to date than hers. So her wooden table made its way back to the dining room, the brown faux leather couches were placed delicately and Bobby's plasma hung on the wall. But Iodine still sat in his small cage in the corner of the room.

"I bought the supplies to make him a new cage. It'll be up by tomorrow; don't worry." Bobby mumbled. He walked passed her and his arm skimmed her own lightly. She would've slapped his ass if it hadn't been for the company gathered around the island counter in the kitchen behind her. The large house had so many windows and the amount of light it let in was delighting. She was so glad to have Cameron as their realtor; he knew exactly what they wanted.

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"Do you like it?" Bobby asked from Natasha's lap. The TV played quietly on the opposite wall but Natasha was focused on her crochet. Bobby rested his head on her upper thigh and the sound of his deep voice startled her. She stopped working to look down into his eyes.

"I love it." She said honestly. She never felt so much more cleansed and in a way she felt like more of a wife. Bobby had moved most of his things into storage and moved in with her and it did make them feel like somewhat of a husband/wife, she still couldn't shake the spirit of single life around her. But this house was different.

"Good... I love you." He said sweetly. Natasha gave him a closed lipped smile before she replied.

"Mmm, I love you." Bobby sat up and was suddenly a little higher than Natasha on the bed. He moved toward her lips and kissed them passionately. Natasha latched onto his bottom lip and nibbled on it ever so lightly. Bobby wasted no time with gripping the endings of her tank top to rip it over her head. The momentary pause didn't faze them and his ministrations continued on her lips.

His coarse hands gently massaged her brown tits and his messy hair was suddenly all she could see on her chest. He suckled on her right nipple and took in her entire areola too. He removed all the air from his lips and Natasha could feel the roof of his mouth on her nipple and his hot tongue was lashing at her nub. The feeling was unexplainable and was the reason for her loud whimper. Bobby furthered his lips down her stomach, to the hood of her pussy between her thighs and she spread them carefully.

The look his black eyes gave her made her nibble on the insides of her bottom lip. He nuzzled up to her warm snatch eagerly and breathed in her sweet aroma. Bobby wrapped his hands around her thighs and tugged light. Natasha scooted down from her sitting position on the bed, to lie on her back with her legs on his shoulders.

Bobby quickly indulged into her folds and she quivered when his tongue lapped up her juices. Bobby's flat, pink tongue covered her entire pussy and he quickly moved his head up and down. Natasha had never felt him do that move on her before but she was glad he had tried it out. He alternated between that and letting the tip of his tongue slash at her sensitive pink clitoris.

"Oh, shit." She mumbled when he slipped his middle finger into her tight hole. He flipped his finger around inside her so that his palm face the ceiling. Natasha could feel his digit intentionally rubbing on the hood of her core. He was roughly pushing on her spot and she could barely contain her release. She molded her swollen lips into the shape of a circle and sat up on her forearms to watch her husband bring her to orgasm.

Bobby saw her French tips clench on the sheets and he felt her body clench below him. She purred out something unintelligible and he advanced for her lips. She received them hungrily and Bobby was thankful she was on the pill. Without even having to think about it, he slipped into her awaiting cunt. They groaned in harmony at the sensation they provided one another.

Something about Bobby's lovemaking seemed different to Natasha. It was so intense and every thrust or buck of his hips weren't undetected. Every vein brushed her walls, the skin rippled inside her and the ridges around his tip scraped at her spot. Natasha was already on the brink of cumming again, and he wasn't even 5 minutes in. She groaned when he put in more force and gripped his flexing biceps.

Natasha let her release go and she clenched her eyes shut as it passed. The feeling was rejuvenating and she felt as if she had never came a day in her life. Natasha's mouth was pursed as if to let a loud, horror movie type of cry escape her lips, but nothing came out. Bobby stopped making love to her when he saw the beads of water forming in the corner of her eyes. It rolled down her cheek and ended somewhere beside her ear.

She finally let a sound escape her lips and it was a piercing shriek. Bobby pulled out quickly and moved his hand to the side of her jaw.

"Natasha? Whats wrong?" He asked intensely. Natasha's eyes suddenly opened and she couldn't believe what had happened. She cried during an orgasm. Although it was one of the most powerful orgasms she had, she still didn't see why she needed to shed tears.

What the fuck? They both thought internally.

"I don't know." She mouthed. Bobby looked at her strangely and took his spot beside her in bed. His dick was completely flimsy between his legs and his drive was nowhere in sight. He reached over to turn off the lamp on his side of the bed and Natasha reached for him before he could.

"You didn't cum." She whispered. Natasha mistook his confusion and worry for agitation and annoyance. His brows were pushed together in a straight line and he was turning on his side, away from her.

"It's okay." He said delicately.

"Bobby I'm sorry. We can finish." She whined. Bobby's confusion was ever more aroused. Natasha sounded like a child on the verge of having a weeping tantrum. He quickly reached out for her hips and his warm hold seemed to calm her.

"It's alright baby. Just go to sleep." He figured she really must have needed it.

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"Is it finished?" Natasha asked at the same time she walked down the carpeted steps. The wide, mahogany rabbit cage looked like a part of the décor and she couldn't wait to let Iodine be free. She knew he must hate being confined in the small wire cage and she almost sprinted to go get him.

Once he was in his new home, Natasha recognized they'd better get going. They had tons of things to do that day and if they didn't leave as soon as possible, it'd never get done. She made sure to dress comfortably so she decided on some jean shorts and a pink v-neck. Bobby could see she was ready to start their day and followed her while she led them to the car. Once they were in the BMW, he grasped he had no idea what they had planned today.

"So what are we doing?" He asked.

"We're going to Home Depot to get flowers and stuff for the garden so I can get started, we need to stop by Marshalls so I can get more things for the house, I was thinking we could start grocery shopping for the house warming party and then the cable is being set up at 7 so we need to be back by then." She said quickly. Bobby rolled his eyes at the road and dreaded the day ahead of constantly running the streets and shopping with Natasha. Although he did love Home Depot, so that was a plus.

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"Hello. Do you need any help with anything?" An older woman asked Natasha. Bobby was pushing the huge, industrial like cart that was filled with different plants and mulches. They were wandering the aisles that were located outside and Natasha thought of a conflict she could ask the employee her opinion on.

"Um, yes actually. Are you in charge of the garden area?" Natasha asked. She wanted to make sure the woman was remotely capable of answering her question before she took the time to ask.

"Yes I am. I'm certain I can help you with anything." She said with a smile. Natasha took in the gardening battle scars of dirt on her orange smock and gave her a light smile.

"Wonderful. I was thinking about purchasing a fertilizer and I just wanted to know which ones I should use. I typically use a compost but I moved and I don't have time to rebuild because it takes a bit to get the element levels right. So I want a fertilizer that's high in Nitrogen, absorbs in the soil but doesn't sponge up the water I feed the plants." Natasha told the woman. She seemed somewhat overwhelmed with Natasha's specific request but quickly understood what she was asking for.

"Okay, just follow me." She said. The woman wandered down the sunny aisles and slowed when she came upon the bagged fertilizers. She browsed for a mere 2 seconds before she tapped a bag firmly.

"This is what you want." Natasha immediately went to inspect the ingredients label. She wanted to be careful about what she put in her garden, because some things that were claimed to be organic and safe really weren't. Natasha pondered on whether or not she'd just rebuild her compost and use her on fertilizer. But she couldn't keep walking to the front door of her house without seeing colorful and vibrant flowers. Espec

"We have a sample too. It's in this pot." The helper woman said and she waved her arm toward a clay pot holding a medium sized shrub. Natasha made her way over so she could inspect the soil. The pot was located on the ground so she squatted to get a better look. She instantly dug her hand into the dirt. She pulled out a small sample to find it was perfect for the soil. She stood up satisfied.

But as she straightened her legs to stand, her head began to pound. A small bead of sweat formed on her brow and her vision went blurry. She reached her hands out to grasp something but instead fell backwards. She gasped a jagged breath when she fell into a strong chest.

"Natasha?" Bobby asked, helping her stand on her own.

"Thanks baby." She started. Bobby was somewhat hesitant to let her go but she slithered away from his grip to turn and face the woman watching it all.

"How much is this one?" Natasha asked while gesturing toward the fertilizer.

"30 dollars a bag." She said. Natasha's eyes widened at the steep price for a bag of no more than a few pounds of substance. Bobby could sense her discomfort with the price.

"Buy it so we can go. No more shopping for today; you need to lie down." Bobby said hardheartedly behind her. They had done everything on her list except shop for the party. Natasha rolled her eyes like a teenage girl and proceeded to go get the bag positioned on the shelf but Bobby was quicker than her. He had it in his hands within 2 seconds and it was on the cart before she could blink.

"Thank you so much, Erin." Natasha told the small woman. She nodded at them before she walked away. Bobby kept her eyes intently on hers and Natasha tried to head in the direction of the register without hearing his comments about the little scenario.

"Natty, you okay?" He mumbled as they rang up their things. She nodded strongly.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just got up too fast."

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"You want to watch Bambi?" Natasha asked from the bedroom door. Bobby was stretched out on the bed lazily and when she spoke, only his eyes moved.

"You can watch it up here, but I might fall asleep. I'm tired." He mumbled. He had done a lot and had every reason to be exhausted. He put in the linoleum for the bathrooms, cut the grass, set up the basketball hoop and tried it out almost all afternoon. Although Natasha worked on her yard the entire evening, she was still wide awake and nowhere near tired.

Natasha brought the DVD up to the master bedroom and played it on the TV. She nestled up against her husband and he held her loosely. Bambi was Natasha's favorite movie and she had seen it well over 20 times. But as the part came when Bambi's mother was killed, Natasha surprised herself.

Within an instant tears were streaming down her face and her brown cheeks were soaked in water. When the scene played out further, her tears morphed into full blown sobs and Bobby was awoken. He modeled the same perplexed face he had been wearing a lot recently and looked down on Natasha.

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and reached for the DVD remote. When she had it in her hands, she cut the movie off and sniffled back into Bobby's side.

"Natty?" He mumbled in a raspy voice. Natasha jumped when she felt his voice through his body and looked up into his black eyes.

"I didn't mean to wake you." She whispered. Bobby kissed her forehead tenderly before he leaned his head back onto the headboard so he could resume his sleep. Natasha spared a glance at Bobby's sweats and could see the outlining of his cock, even though it was lifeless between his legs. She decided to be bold and ran her fingers over the meeting of his thighs. The moment her hands touched his clad manhood, he awoke and sprang to life beside her.

"What are you doing?" He grumbled. Natasha stopped rubbing him so she could climb over his legs. Her hands found his and she straddled him face forward.

"I'm really tired baby." He said softly. He looked into her wet eyes through low, heavy lids and she looked so hopeful. Natasha kissed his lips and Bobby almost complied. Almost.

Natasha was devastated when Bobby pulled away from her kiss and groaned in displeasure. He read her face right away and wondered when she became so clingy. Natasha deflated over him and crawled to her spot on the bed. Silently, she turned off the light and tried to fall asleep. Less than 5 minutes later, Bobby took a large breath and peeled the covers off of Natasha. She angrily looked up at him but could only see his form in the darkness.

"Tell me what you want." He roared. Natasha's panties moistened and she took an audible gulp. While he awaited a reply, his hands were searching for her panties and he irritably took them off. The soft flesh of her body contrasted to his raging emotions.

"You." She whispered. Bobby shoved a finger into her awaiting pussy and Natasha howled at the ceiling. Bobby pumped her slowly and bent down to her ear.

"You're so spoiled. Do you know that?" He mumbled. The words turn Natasha on as she realized her husband did spoil her. All she had to do was act the slightest bit upset, and whatever it was she wanted was hers. So that was the reason her fatigued man was using all of his energy to make sure she went to sleep satisfied. Natasha felt bad... for a moment. Until she concluded, she really needed him. To have him fill her and give her interest was a craving. Like a desire for a certain food after seeing the commercial on TV.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 06



Bobby whipped his rod from under the barrier of his sweats, stroked it a few times and slowly gave it to his spouse. She was soaking wet and she could feel her liquids dripping down onto the sheets. Natasha whined out while he crammed her and he thrust inside her slowly. Natasha panted under him and he reached to grab her tits. In the darkness, they seemed bigger. Bobby could barely hold them in his hands when he remembered her to be a little more than a handful. Natasha stopped cheering him on and her silence carried its own message.

"You cumming for me already? That was quick." He groaned in her ear. He kept up his pace and Natasha helplessly scrambled for something to hold onto.

"Fuck Bobby!" She screamed. Bobby grunted at the same time he finished his last hard shove and joined his woman in a soul changing orgasm.

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"Natasha? I think you should go to the doctor." Bobby said over her sleeping face. She awoke aggravated that it wasn't on her own time. Bobby's face was etched in concern and Natasha groaned.

"What? Why?" She mumbled. Bobby tenderly stroked her cheek and grazed his thumb over her swollen lips. Her lips and eyelids were always swollen when she woke up and he loved touching them.

"You slept from 5 o'clock yesterday, until 11 this morning." He whispered. Natasha blinked a few times.

"What?" She asked urgently. She had never slept so long in her life and the more she thought about how weird the circumstances were, the more worried she got. Natasha sat up in bed and the TV's cable box confirmed it was well past 11:30. "I'll make an appointment today." She mumbled, getting out of bed.

"Do you want me to go with you? I was going to run into the office but if—" He started. Natasha waved him off with her hand while she padded to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"No baby. I'll be fine." Natasha said.

****

"So what brings you here?" Dr. Woe asked her. Natasha was twiddling her fingers apprehensively. She hated being at the doctor's office, especially when she had a reason to be there.

"Well, I've been sleeping longer, lightheadedness and a much more active sex drive." She explained. The doctor seemed thoughtful and he scribbled some things down on his clip board. Natasha watched him tensely and the fact that his writing was the only sound filling the room made her weary.

"Okay Mrs. Walton. We're going to run a few tests with the blood we took and the results should be back in a few." He said standing.

"Wait." Natasha called before he could open the door and leave her alone in the room. He turned back towards her. "Do you think this could be anemia? I'm feeling a little lightheaded now." She mumbled. Since they had stalked off with more than 1 vile of her blood, she had felt somewhat faint and clammy.

"It's a possibility. But we need to test results to know for sure. Just lie down and relax until then." He said before he sent Natasha a smile and she sent a skeptical one back towards him. Natasha wished they'd hurry with the results.

**

A hard knock on the room door sent Natasha into alert mode. She sat up straight on the bed and her hands were clasped into her thighs. The doctor came in carefully with a yellow envelope and sat across from his nervous patient.

"Is it anything serious?" Natasha whispered. She rang out her fingers and the doctor took an excruciating long time to answer her.

"Nothing that hm, say 4 months won't fix." He said with a smile. Natasha hissed out and ran a hand through her hair.

"Do I need to stay home from work?" She said fiercely. The doctor chuckled and Natasha killed him with her eyes. Nothing about her situation seemed humorous.

"You're pregnant Mrs. Walton." Natasha didn't second guess her decision to cry herself into a frenzy before the doctor. But the tears weren't of happiness, they were tears of fright.

"Can you check on it please?" Natasha begged through her glass eyes. She scrambled for her purse beside her so she could call for Bobby. She dialed his work phone quickly and it seemed like eternity before he answered.

"Natasha?" He asked worriedly.

"Come to the hospital please?" Natasha asked, trying not to sound like she was crying. But Bobby knew her too well and rapidly took to the urgency in her voice.

"What's wrong?" He asked coldly. She could hear he was already packing up and the sound of papers rustling filled the receiver.

"Just come. Hurry." Natasha said. She hung up the phone and her thoughts bombarded her instantaneously. Her recent activities came up as a list in her mind. She worked in her garden for well over 3 hours the day prior to her doctor's appointment and she doubted it had any health benefits for her baby. Plus—

"We can schedule you for an ultrasound in an hour. Just wait in the lobby and we'll call you back." The doctor announced. Natasha stood quickly and nodded slowly. She hoped Bobby would arrive soon.

When he did make his appearance, he looked so scared. The entrance was right beside the waiting room and he didn't even look in her direction.

"Bobby." She whispered. He practically ran towards her and took the seat nearby. His face was flushed red and he was panting lightly.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked all in one breath. Natasha nodded before she spoke. She thought of the right words to phrase what she had to tell him and figured the most common would be the easiest.

"I'm pregnant." She said. Bobby sprang up from his seat and threw his hands above his head silently. Natasha wasn't able to share his excitement because she had a few things to worry about. Bobby noticed he was the only one feeling the true happiness of having a baby and took his seat beside Natasha.

"You aren't happy?" He asked her. He took her hand into his and stroked it tenderly.

"No Bobby, I'm not. I had 4 full glasses of wine last week. I can't remember the last time I ate a fucking vegetable—" Bobby cut her off.

"Stop it. We still have time, some people go all 9 months without knowing they were pregnant." He said sweetly. Natasha wasn't having it though.

"I'm already a shitty mother." She mumbled. Bobby almost didn't understand her but when he processed her words, he wanted to lash out. He controlled his emotions.

"Will you stop? The fact that you even care, now that you know, proves you're a much better mother than most. The last thing you need is this stupid negativity." He said. For the sake of Bobby's temper and his optimism, Natasha didn't bring the topic up anymore. She'd just wait for her ultrasound.

Natasha was nervous when the ultrasound technician put the chilly gel on her midsection. Bobby sat beside her and held her hand snugly. The sound of a heartbeat filled the room and left everyone in silence. Bobby was smiling from ear to ear but Natasha was awaiting the technician's response.

"Dr. Woe should be—" The sound of the door opening stopped her sentence from progressing and the doctor came into view. He looked at the monitor and seemed pleased with what he saw. He took a few more steps toward the monitor and turned to face his patient.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Woe." He said suddenly and offered his hand for Bobby to shake. Natasha was filling with anger and she just needed to know how her baby was but the doctor seemed to be dancing around the subject.

"I'm Bobby. Nice to meet you."

"Is it okay?" Natasha asked, trying to ring her voice of any discontentment that she may have let seep through.

"The baby looks healthy." Dr. Woe said with a shrug. Natasha closed her eyes momentarily and said a thank you prayer up above. Bobby kissed her hand beside her and she chuckled in happiness.

"I actually think we can see the gender here too. You're 5 months just about so this is around the time you can know." The tech said. Natasha was anxious and nodded at the woman to continue. "Well, it looks like we have... A... boy I believe." She said with a smile. Natasha squealed in delight and Bobby ran a hand over his hair and laughed a small laugh of ease.

"But we should talk about a few things before you go. Plus I can answer any questions for you." Dr. Woe said before he took a seat across from the couple. "Now Mrs. Walton, your hormone levels are a little higher than any other 5 month pregnant woman and I believe that may be the reason for your sex drive. So of course your emotions will be all over the board as well. What I suggest is that Daddy just be as helpful and patient as he can."

"How long will this last?" Bobby asked. He didn't know how long he could handle those symptoms. The clinginess and constant need for his attention was something he wasn't used to with Natasha.

"Probably until the birth." Bobby sighed and nodded in understanding. Natasha was smiling, and gazing down on her somewhat protruding belly that housed her unborn baby boy. She couldn't wait to meet him.

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3 DAYS LATER

Kelly. I'm pregnant with a boy!! I'll be in on Tuesday still but set up a building meeting that morning, make sure everyone is there so I can tell them the news. That means it's a secret! See you then, and put those titles on my desk!

Natasha sent off her email and got dressed to visit Bobby's job. His co workers were throwing a baby shower for her and they insisted she attend. Natasha was somewhat excited to be going to his job, especially now that she didn't have to worry about any women approaching her. Tammy had quit and left her position the next week after the banquet, but no one was sad to see her go. Natasha nearly smiled when she heard the news. She picked out a chiffon, floor length dress with a sweetheart neckline. But her enlarged breasts filled the dress a little more than she hoped and the waist band accentuated her little bulge.

Natasha stood in the bedroom mirror and ran her hands over her stomach to hopefully smooth it out. But it only accented what she hoped to hide. She groaned in frustration.

"Natty!" Bobby called from the bottom of the stairs. Natasha grabbed her small purse and headed down the steps to meet her agitated man. He had been ready to go over a half hour ago, but Natasha had just got out of the shower.

"I made you breakfast." Bobby said while she descended the stairs. Natasha walked toward the kitchen and saw her plate of eggs, bacon and toast. Bobby had definitely improved on his cooking skills within the last few years and Natasha was glad.

She climbed up the bar stool and ate at the island counter. She could feel Bobby coming closer to her but she still ate, focused. His large body towered behind her and he gently stroked her shoulder blades. Then his coarse hands wandered to the start of her chest and glided over the showing skin. He kissed her delicately on her neck and up further toward her ear.

"Your tits look so good." He chuckled. But his words still made Natasha's loins ache and contract between her thighs. She purred inaudibly and shifted on the stool. Natasha hoped he would finish what he started. He spun the bar stool around to face him and Natasha came face to face with his bulging dick. Her fingers reached out to touch it and hopefully release it from its limitations but he knelt in front of her before she had the chance. Bobby kept her gaze when he lifted the light material from around her ankles and up her thighs. He pulled down her thin panties to reveal the fleshy, chubby pussy Natasha owned. He licked his lips when he saw the full, hairless lips shinning from her juices. Natasha scooted to the edge of the stool and Bobby threw her legs over his shoulders and behind him. He straight away started slurping her up. His rough tongue flicked at her folds and sucked on her nub. He tugged lightly on one of her petals and stretched it as far as he could get it to reach.

Natasha was withering above him almost immediately and she gripped his brow hair. Natasha's juices came in overflow and Bobby hastily didn't let them go to waste. He drank every drop of his woman's nectar and Natasha convulsed uncontrollably. Bobby stood up completely and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while keeping Natasha's brown eyes. She looked at him with a dazed expression that looked similar to someone who had just gotten their life saved. There was nothing more than love in her big eyes.

Bobby smiled at her appreciatively and bent to kiss her full, pouty lips.

"Hurry up and finish so we can go." He said in his typical tone of authority. He began to stroll away from the amazed Natasha but her smiled turned into a slight frown. For some reason she didn't want him to leave her.

"I'm finished." Natasha said, getting off of the stool and on her way to follow him. He snapped around and his face was wound into provocation.

"No you're not. This isn't just you're baby, I want him to have an abundance of food. You need to make sure you eat." He said seriously.

"Well don't leave me in here by myself." She groaned. Bobby's nostrils flared at her needy attitude. He really didn't like it, it was something that made her unappealing in his eyes.

"No Natasha." He said simply. Natasha's eyes started to well up with tears and Bobby felt like he'd kill himself by the end of her third trimester.

"Why not?" She whispered. When she spoke so sweetly, Bobby couldn't help but feel like an asshole. He tried to remember what her doctor said about being patient.

"Bring the plate to the car baby." He mumbled.

Without another word, she went to get the plate. Bobby rolled his eyes and continued toward the front door.

"You want to open the gifts?" Bobby asked from the floor. Natasha was nestled up against the couch and was pretty close to falling asleep. She was exhausted from her day of meeting and greeting Bobby's co-workers plus she had to get up early to match is typical word day hours. They were kind and the gifts she had received were scattered over the floor. She nodded silently and he went away with tearing at the wrapping paper.

It was a bottle warmer that seemed to be as high tech as it could get. Along with those gifts, the couple received lots of clothes, blankets, toys and carriers. They had almost everything they needed except for the furniture. Natasha wondered about how many gifts their families would give. But they'd have to wait until the house warming party that weekend for it to be announced. So until then, it was a secret.

***

Natasha strolled into her building. It was refreshing to see her lobby and smell the scent of her first floor. Her ballet flats clacked on the floor as she passed the front desk. The new receptionist, Mindy, greeted her.

"Hello Mrs. Walton." She said sweetly. Her blonde hair was pushed back by a headband and she seemed very awoken for it to only be 7:30 in the morning.

"Morning." Natasha smiled back. She approached her office door and right beside it sat Kelly. She was working hard at her desk and sipping on a Starbucks product that was probably the tallest size they sold.

"Mrs. El—Walton!" She said excitedly. Natasha smiled back at her assistant and motioned for her to follow her into her office. Natasha hadn't been to her office in over a week. She and Bobby had taken off so they could get set up with their house. It was nice to be back in her office, even if it was a brief visit. The meeting should be starting in a matter of minutes and Natasha used that time to brush up on any business related work she might need to do or talk about with Kelly.

The two women walked to the big meeting room slowly. Kelly seemed excited and slightly jittery beside Natasha. But she decided not to question her about it and assumed it had something to do with her caffeine levels. Natasha's mouth watered at the strong smell of Kelly's French vanilla breath and realized just how much she missed coffee. Bobby and Natasha made a pact against eating and drinking certain things while she was pregnant, and caffeinated drinks were on the list. Kelly held the door open for Natasha and before she could step a foot in, people were screaming.

"Surprise!" They said in unison. Natasha's eyes watered when she saw the 'It's a Boy!' sign covering the entire back wall and blue balloons everywhere. Her small staff were all wearing blue, white or black and the pile of gifts were nestled in the corner.

She wiped a small tear away from her eyes and quickly turned to Kelly who was smiling joyfully.

"I told you not to say anything!" Natasha laughed. She wandered into the room and everyone greeted her with hugs and congratulations. She noticed the buffet table of breakfast foods and she couldn't wait to taste a few of its contents.

*

"Okay, so this was clearly an actual meeting. The surprise shower was just a bonus." Natasha said from the head of the table. Her employees were seated down the sides of the tables and they quieted down to hear what she had to say.

"So of course I won't be working too much. And with that being said, I thought about it thoroughly and I want Kelly to take over until I feel ready to return. If she'd be willing to take the job." Natasha watched her, along with everyone else.

"Sure, yeah. I'd be happy to." She said with a smile.

"Great. Kelly has been my assistant for a few years now and she'd know my job description better than I would probably. But if there is anything that you aren't sure about, email me. I'll have my Black Berry on all the time. That goes for anyone. But for the most part, Kelly is in charge." Natasha said with a smile. But inside she was going crazy. Just the mere thought of temporarily handing over her hard work for someone else to run was making her deranged.

Kelly was a responsible woman and would probably do a wonderful job but Natasha was used to herself always being in control and in the lead of her business.

These are the sacrifices you have to make girl. Suck it up. She told herself. She audibly took a big girl sigh and picked up her cup to get a sip of her orange juice. Her self-conscious was right; she wanted to focus on other things that didn't involve her job at that moment. Natasha wanted to be healthy and ready to be there for her son. He deserved all of his mother's attention and if that meant she needed to put her career on hold; he was worth it. Natasha vowed to herself to be the best mother she could be.

"How long will you be gone?" Cindy asked her. Natasha didn't think about it, but calculated everything in her head and came up with a rough estimation.

"9 months maybe. Probably more. I want him to be at least 5 months before I come back." She said to them.

"Well we're happy for you. It'll be different without you around but things will be fine here. Everyone needs a little time to start a life outside of work." Jimmy said. Natasha smiled at his words and she gently stroked her tummy under the table.

******

"Why is it taking ya'll so long to clean these damn sugar snaps?" Natasha retorted. She stalked over toward the double sink and peered over her best friends' shoulders. They weren't even halfway done yet.

"This shit takes a long time to do!" Olivia told her, just as fiercely. Summer rolled her eyes and figured this was only the beginning of their disagreements. The two similar friends fought more than sisters.

"Just strip the end and rinse it off! There're two of you!" Natasha practically screamed. She wasn't one for excuses, especially the day of the party. It was 11 in the morning and everyone would be arriving soon. Mostly everything was cooked the night prior and the only thing left were the sides. Natasha wore a simple yellow wrap dress that didn't show her growing tummy too much.

"Natasha, you need to go sit down before I fucking leave." Olivia said quietly. Natasha rolled her eyes and turned to continue mixing her macaroni in its pot. The cheeses were melting slowly together and it looked so good, Natasha tried to keep herself from taking a spoonful. The candied yams and marinated chicken sat idle in the oven while the cabbage cooked on the stove. Almost everything was ready except for the peas that seemed to be taking longer than expected.




Unexpected Interest Ch. 06



Natasha wandered toward the patio door that led to the midsized in ground pool that Bobby was cleaning for the kids. She opened the door and stepped out. The light breeze felt good against her lightly wet brow. Bobby shot a quick glance at her from across the pool.

"You okay?" He asked her, keeping his eyes focused. Natasha sighed.

"Yep." She stated simply. Bobby looked like a sexy pool boy and he took note of her ravenous spare from across the width of the pool.

"You look like you want this dick?" He said. Natasha laughed at his casualness but in all actuality, it was the truth. Her laugh dwindled into an aching in her pussy.

"Maybe I do?" She taunted.

"Natasha!" Summer called from the kitchen. Natasha groaned and hastily made her way back to the kitchen that was adjacent to the patio door. The bowl of peas were cleaned and ready to be cooked. She took them to her awaiting steamer pot and set them in.

"Can one of you grab that pan and put the macaroni in so I can put it in the oven?" She said pointing toward the pan that sat in the rack. The two women looked at one another expectantly and Natasha watched them both with a hand on her hip. It took over 2 minutes for their silent negotiation to be concluded and Olivia went to get the pan with a grunt.

Natasha turned back to her peas and shook her head. She was cooking with teenagers who were afraid to lift a finger. But they were almost finished and she was thankful they made such great time. At least she wouldn't have to be cooking while her company was here.

The doorbell rang and Natasha speedily rounded through all the rooms to answer it. She took a deep breath, made sure her dress wasn't clinging to her belly and reached for the door handle.

"ShaSha! How you doin'?" Her father asked, while gathering her up in a big hug. "Bobby my man, I see you got that hoop up out there..." Natasha tuned out the mindless sports talk as more people continued to fill the entryway.

"Here, I had some time so I made mashed potatoes." Naomi said. She too hugged her sister and put the big bowl in her hands.

"Oh thank you." Natasha replied sincerely.

"Aunty!" Tatiana called, rushing through the door with her father in tow. Natasha knelt to give her niece a big hug and the chunky girl hugged her tightly in response. Her long braids were so beautiful and Natasha ran her fingers through them while she hugged her.

"Hey Lil' T." Tyson said while engulfing her into a breath stealing hug. She chuckled in joy and tried her best to hug him back, but she didn't have much control over her arms.

"Hey Big T." Natasha laughed.

Tyson made his way over to greet Bobby and her mother's voice spoke before Natasha saw her.

"This house is gorgeous! Natasha I love those flowers." Barbie exclaimed. She hugged her daughter and gave her an awkward look when she pulled away. Natasha was self-conscious under her gaze and wondered if she could tell she was pregnant. The suspense before she spoke was startling.

"Getting a little plump hm?" She asked with a small smirk. Natasha deflated before her and Barbie was off to greet Bobby in an instant.

She knew her mother wasn't trying to be cruel but it still hurt. Being pregnant required you to grow in your belly; there should be no reason to not fit your jeans. To be called plump implied you were getting fat... everywhere. Natasha robotically closed the door behind her family and lifelessly strolled back to face them. Bobby wrapped his firm hands around her wrist and pulled her toward him. Natasha took her spot against his broad chest and his hands wandered aimlessly along her backside.

"Don't let everything get to you." He whispered into the crown of her head.

"You heard her?" Natasha asked, somewhat embarrassed. Bobby heard his mother and also saw how his wife became flat because of her words.

"Yes, but I also know the reason for your weight gain." He cooed to her.

"That's not an excuse to be fat." She said. Natasha tried to get out of his hold and accomplished it momentarily but Bobby quickly had her bound up into him again.

"You're not fat Natasha." He mumbled. He held her tighter than before and his wide hands were covering most of her backside. He massaged her gently and Natasha stood still, enjoying the attention he was giving her. "I love you." He said quietly.

"I love you too." She mumbled incoherently into his chest. He began to pull away and Natasha tried to pull him back to her.

"Just hold me a little longer." Natasha mumbled. Bobby pursed his lips above his wife and did what she asked. A few minutes passed until their session was interrupted.

"Natasha! I think the macaroni is done!" Olivia called from another room. Natasha departed her hug and she was sad to let go. Bobby stole a quick kiss on her lips and a fast rub on her belly. Natasha glided out of view and Bobby waited a few seconds to follow her.

**

Bobby's family had arrived and everyone was mingling nicely. Natasha never had to worry about segregation when the two families were together. They had always been integrated and relating to one another in ways that allowed them to have so much to talk about. Even at their wedding, the mixture was something Natasha hadn't expected.

Natasha stood with Elizabeth on the patio, watching the kids play and sipping on a glass of lemonade. Natasha's best friends and sister talked with William and Hector at the island counter. Barbie and Gina laughed on the couch while her daddy and Ollie watched the men play basketball and do their sideline coaching.

Elizabeth's boys were big and a handful. Luke, the youngest, was fighting to keep up with his brothers. Charles, the ivory skinned, green eyed, red cheeked baby Natasha held awhile ago was now 3 years old and just as adorable. Elizabeth's eldest son Alex was the ring leader of the 2 younger boys. Tatiana was a sweet soul. She was such a genuinely nice girl and she was one of the most charming kids Natasha had ever met. She wanted the best always, and never did anything she shouldn't have. Her cocoa skin was vibrant and young like her mother's.

"When are you due?" Elizabeth asked with a smirk. Natasha watched her wide eyed and tried not to give herself away.

"What are you talking about?" Natasha aimed to sound authentic but Elizabeth knew all too well. She rolled her eyes and laughed out into the open air. Natasha nervously took a sip of her lemonade while she spoke.

"Tash, I won't tell anyone." She said honestly. Natasha knew she was reliable and would probably keep the information to herself.

"December." Natasha mumbled. Elizabeth chuckled in excitement and clasped her hands over her heart. Her smile was wide but she was laughing. Natasha didn't expect her to be so excited.

"I can't believe it. I never pinned Bobby to be the type to settle down. Like to really settle down. He purposed, bought a house, and now he's having a baby? It's a miracle. Natasha you're a miracle." Elizabeth ranted.

"I'm announcing it later so keep it a secret." Natasha told her sternly. Elizabeth motioned locking her lips with an invisible key and throwing it behind her shoulder. Natasha chuckled at her childishness and nodded in approval.

"Natasha! Elizabeth!" Summer called from inside the house. Elizabeth looked confused and Natasha led the way back into the house. Everyone was sitting beside their significant other and Bobby had an open spot next to him on the couch. Natasha sat beside him wearily.

"Alright, so we're going to play a little game before we eat." Summer said while handing out white boards with a matching marker. Summer stood at the front of the room when they were all handed out.

"I'll ask a question and the opposite person will have to answer it on the board. The winning couple gets 20 dollars! 15 questions, 2 points each. Write how many points you have in the top corner of your board." Summer said.

"First question: What is your partner's middle name?" Summer asked. Natasha quickly scribbled on her board while Bobby looked at ease beside her. Within a few more seconds everyone seemed done writing.

"Bobby?" Summer asked.

"I think --" Bobby started.

"You think?" Natasha grumbled with a raised eyebrow. Bobby gulped hard and rephrased his sentence.

"It's Marie." Bobby concluded. Natasha smiled at him and turned her board around to reveal it was indeed Marie.

"Aaron?" Summer asked. Elizabeth's husband looked assured and said his answer almost immediately.

"Claire." Elizabeth spun her board and they kissed in celebration.

"William?" Summer asked. Hector gave him a hilarious look that screamed you better know this damn question. Natasha chuckled quietly while William looked confounded.

"Leonardo?..." William asked Hector. The room was filled with silence and Hector looked truly disappointed.

"Leandro!" He said annoyed. William rolled his eyes and figured he'd be hearing about his slip up later. While William tried to make it up to William for his mistake, Summer moved on.

"Tyson?" Summer asked.

"Nicole." He stated. Naomi flipped her board around to happily broadcast her husband had gotten it correct. Tyson looked more relieved than he should've and Bobby laughed at him from across the room.

"Mr. Ellis?" Summer asked.

"Anna." He replied, but his eyes grew wide right after the word was out and lingering in the air.

"What?" Barbie spat.

"Anne! Her middle name is Anne." He practically screamed. Barbie was pleased with his quick regrouping.

"Ollie?" Summer asked.

"She doesn't have one." Barbie didn't have a last name. So far everyone except Hector and William had 2 points.

**

Natasha's parents won the game with Bobby's grandparents close behind them in points. Everyone was eating intently and Natasha was basking in the visible glory and credit her food was receiving. The room was almost silent while everyone ate and they all pretty much finished their plates. Bobby was already looking for seconds. Natasha made a special pan of macaroni and cheese for him because she knew he loved it. His favorite part was the edges where the cheese burnt just the slightest against the pan so she made sure to overcook it just a little.

Natasha could hardly eat because she was keen to tell her family the news. Bobby could feel her anxiousness and spared her a little smile. She strolled to the front of the room and Bobby watched her from the kitchen. She rang her hands out nervously in front of her and everyone's attention slowly seemed to gravitate toward her.

"Before you guys go, I wanted to announce... that I gave my position to my assistant temporarily." She started. The sounds of surprise and confusion combusted within the room and Natasha held up a hand. "I wanted to take some time to focus on my hobbies, being a wife and a mother to my baby boy." She gently patter her belly and couldn't help but smile towards the end. Her family erupted into cheers and conversations with one another but Bobby and Natasha held eyes, ignoring everyone else.

"It's a boy?!" Barbie asked. Natasha nodded toward her mother and she broke out into a serious of joyful 'Oh Lord's'.

"Names! What is his name?!" Gina exclaimed. Natasha shrugged and chuckled in happiness.

"A nice biblical name. Something strong." Elizabeth purposed.

"Yes! Caleb!" Barbie practically screamed. No one seemed to notice Natasha's mother's loud tone and most of them seemed to feed off of it.

"I like that." Natasha mumbled to herself, taking a mental note of the name.

"Joel is cute." Olivia pitched in.

"I like that too." Natasha mumbled again. Deciding on a name would definitely be difficult. Having a baby would be difficult as well but luckily she had so many people to depend on. Life would be smooth sailing for Natasha, especially with Bobby by her side.

******

3 MONTHS LATER

"Bobby? Can you put my sandals on for me?" Natasha asked when she saw Bobby jogging down the steps. Without another word he picked up her brown flats from beside the door and strolled to put them on her swollen feet.

"No not those. The other ones baby." Natasha cooed. He went to get the correct shoes and knelt before his wife. He slipped the sandals over her feet delicately and tied the strap around her ankle. Natasha ran her fingers through his hair and Bobby rolled his eyes at her feet. When he was finished, he prepared for the worst and looked into her eyes to see the worst was there.

Bobby was getting really good with reading Natasha's eyes. Even being in the slight stance of a sexual position could get her gears fired up. Her eyes were lust filled and she wanted sex.

"Natasha no. If you want to make this labor class you have to wait until we get home." Bobby said sternly. Natasha did a comical sad face and he laughed at her silliness.

"Alright. I can't wait to get back home." She said, pushing her pregnant body off of the couch. But she did no more than fall right back onto it with a loud yelp followed by a series of laughs. Bobby pulled her up with a firm bicep and she swayed to the front door.

***

LESS THAN A WEEK LATER

"Natty you're doing great." Bobby said to Natasha. She was breathing heavily and she was growing tired. After nearly 9 hours of labor and no sleep since the night before, pushing out her baby was looking impossible. Bobby could see she was almost ready to give up but he kept talking to her and keeping her focused on the goal. Her face was drenched in sweat and her contractions were coming back to back.

Natasha felt terrible. She felt nauseous, hot, tired and hungry. Bobby pivoted the fan to face her and Natasha was grateful; the breeze felt wonderful. Bobby rubbed her head with one hand and allowed her to drain the blood out of his other while she contracted. She was in a squatting position on the bed, courtesy of birthing class, and it actually helped alleviate some of the strength of the contractions. She didn't want to find out how bad they'd feel if she laid on her back.

"Looks like we're about ready to get this baby out." Dr. Woe said, entering the room. Natasha let out a loud cry type of groan and the doctor seemed unaffected. He just put on his gloves, sat at the end of the small bed and put on his mask. Natasha sat in the correct position to give birth and her mother set her pillows up behind her.

"Give me one hard push Natasha." Dr. Woe said. Natasha took a big breath through a tight line between her lips and pushed with the last drop of energy she had. She tried to direct her pushing to her vagina but she couldn't feel if she was doing it right.

"Okay, another." Dr. Woe asked. Natasha screamed in frustration and tried to build that energy into a hard push from her core. After the 4th push, Natasha was getting angry.

But when she heard that wailing cry, signaling the arrival of another human being in the room, nothing mattered. Bobby took the baby from the doctors hands and Natasha watched him closely with a drained smile.

"Is he okay?" She asked quietly. Bobby seemed to have forgotten about her existence. But he handed their son to his mother and Natasha's eyes welled with joy. He was so beautiful. His eyes were pitch black like his father's and he had the thick, full lips of his mom. His head was covered in a mass of full curls and a mole sat under his left eye. He was perfect.

"I love you." Bobby mumbled onto her forehead.

"I love you too." She whispered back. "And of course, I love you... Mr. Isaac Walton." She cooed to her precious baby boy.