7 comments/ 23936 views/ 19 favorites Over a Piece of Pie By: Chiara23 As always this story is exclusively my property and may not be reproduced or republished without my express permission. Any resemblance to people living or dead is a coincidence. *** This story is entered as part of the Valentine's Day Contest, please don't forget to vote! *** --- Love was there at the beginning, the sweetness, the passion. That first Valentine's Day was supposed to be magical, everything was supposed to be perfect. The mood, the lighting, the meal, the girl. But it wasn't. See that's the thing about falling in love, sometimes one plays the other for a fool and destroys them emotionally. That's what happened to me Valentine's Day 2006. Her name was Vanessa, and to say she was gorgeous would be like saying the sun was bright. I was head over heels for her. We'd met at our office picnic. Being one of the techno-geeks I was way below most people's radar. I'd been an uber-geek in high school, zits, skinny, glasses and bucked teeth. Even the fat chicks avoided me. It's not that I was ugly, it's just that like a rough gemstone I needed a good polishing. I graduated university with a degree in computer science and got into a good management position at a mid-sized electronics firm. As my bank account got fatter I decided to give myself a reboot so to speak. It's amazing what dermabrasion, a gym membership, laser eye surgery and braces can do. After a year I was a fit, good looking guy who had an inferiority complex the size of Texas. I'd perfected my body but hadn't spent a cent on improving my self image. Then I met Vanessa, she hit me like a tactical nuke. She must have sensed my lack of self-esteem. I was deathly shy around women, had no idea what flirting was, and wouldn't have known if a girl was flirting with me if she hit me with a sledge hammer. Anyhow, back to the picnic. I was still in the process of my metamorphosis, I'd had the dermabrasion and had braces but hadn't yet had the eye surgery. My body was starting to show some progress as well. I was sitting on the sidelines watching the jocks play football while sucking back a beer. For no apparent reason the QB stopped dead and was staring off the field. He got nailed big time, I think he broke his leg but I can't remember because I was polluted. I laughed hysterically when I heard him crying. He was an asshole to me so I loved seeing him squirm. Out of nowhere I heard this sultry southern voice beside me. "Hi handsome, I think they need another quarterback out there." I rotated my head on my wobbly neck and just about passed out. Standing beside me was probably the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. She just oozed sex, hell even her toes were sexy. She was about five-eight, shoulder length wavy blonde hair and the most hypnotic eyes in the world. She was wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a tube top that barely held her awesome rack in check. Being the masterful man that I was I gave her my best line, "Uhm...urg..." She laughed and smiled at me and I was hooked. My brain shut off and my cock took over. I think I was hard in a nanosecond. There was no way she could miss the bulge in my cargo shorts. I will thank God for one thing, what I initially lacked in the looks he gave me he more than made up for in my package. Vanessa laughed again as she gazed hungrily at my crotch. She held out her hand and I dumbly took it. We walked across the field and into a small wooded area not far from the picnic tables. She led me into the brush and turned to me, pressing her hot body against mine. Her lips captured mine and her tongue was down my throat before I could say 'hi'. When she pulled back, her hand grabbed my cock through my shorts and stroked it a few times. Vanessa dropped to her knees in front of me, fishing my member out of my shorts. She cooed when she got it out then sucked it into her mouth in one gulp. I was going nuts, here we were not ten yards from our co-workers and Vanessa was giving me the best blow job I'd ever had. Okay it was my first blow job, but even so. Anyway back to the blow job. Her mouth and hands were doing things I could only imagine. It didn't take long for her to get my first load to shoot into the back of her throat. Yeah I said first load, she got two more out of me before she gave me a break. Vanessa stood up and gave me another mind-blowing kiss. I could taste my cum in her mouth but didn't care, I couldn't get enough of her. She was my heroin and I was hooked. "Hi darlin' I'm Vanessa, what's your name?" she said in that smooth southern drawl. "Gawp...gur, Carson?" I said. Not even sure if I had even said the right name. "Well Gawp...gur Carson, it's a pleasure meetin' you. I just transferred from the New Orleans office. What do y'all do here sugar?" "I-I'm head of p-programming. W-what a-about you?" "I work in the marketing department. Listen sweetie I'm havin' trouble with my enter button, maybe y'all can come up and see if you can lubricate it or sumthin'?" "Yeah s-sure I've got some electronic spray that might work." Vanessa gave me another kiss then sashayed out of the brush and started talking to the CEO like she hadn't just gulped down three loads of my cum. I was standing there with my cock hanging out of my shorts for a couple minutes before I finally put it away and went for another beer. --- That Monday morning I was at her office with my can of electronics lube in hand. "Hey sugar did you being your lube for me?" Vanessa asked as she stared at my crotch. I blushed and waggled my spray can, "Uhm y-yeah, it should only take a second Vanessa." "Have a seat Carson I won't bite, much." she said with a laugh as she plunked her pert ass on her desk. From where I was sitting I could see right up her skirt, and it was quite evident that she wasn't wearing panties. My cock swelled at the beautiful sight of that shaved pussy. She grinned when she saw my stunned look and licked her full, perfect lips. Vanessa got up and closed and locked her door. She came over to me knelt in front of me again and undid my pants. Vanessa pulled on them and I lifted my ass up so she could pull them and my boxers to my ankles. Vanessa stood up, straddled my lap and grabbed my manhood, guiding it into her hot and wet cunt. She gasped as my cock filled her, "Oh sweetie! Now that's what I call a pussy filler!" I could only groan as she began grinding her pussy into my lap. Vanessa smiled at me as she rode me, "Lemme guess, this here's your first time fuckin' ain't it sweetie?" I nodded stupidly as I looked into my lap and watched my cock enter her dripping pussy. As she began fucking me in earnest Vanessa began to moan and squeak. With her hands on my shoulders she used me to leverage herself harder onto me. I could feel I was getting close and I'm pretty sure Vanessa knew too because she went into overdrive. She was ramming herself onto me as hard as she could and her moans grew louder. I did the only thing I could think of to shut her up, I kissed her. I jammed my tongue into her mouth to stifle her. Sadly that didn't help. It only pushed her over the edge. Vanessa squealed into my mouth as she shuddered on my cock. I lost it too and slammed myself as deep as I could go. My cock throbbed and jerked inside her as I shot rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy. Once we came down I grinned at her, "That, was fucking awesome!" I said, panting like a dog. I don't know why but I flexed my still hard cock in her quivering pussy. Vanessa's eyes went wide as another orgasm ripped through her. She leaned into me and bit my shoulder. Hard. I mean really hard. Feeling her cunt rippling around my cock made me cum again. Vanessa slumped onto my chest, both of us gasping for air. When she caught her breath she raised her head and looked at me, "What the fuck was that?" She got up and grabbed some tissue to wipe up the large amounts of cum dripping down her legs. Vanessa stood me up, got my clothes back in order and shooed me out of her office. --- That was the beginning of the six most incredible months of my life. Vanessa was insatiable. We had sex everywhere, her office, my office, in the stairwell, the copy room. You name it and chances are we did it there. At our Christmas party we even fucked on the VP of Finance's desk. I don't think she ever figured out where that big stain on her leather desk blotter came from. I was in love. This girl was so totally into me that she'd fuck me any time, any where, any how. I didn't think it was all about the sex though. She was always telling me how sweet I was, how nice I was, that I was so generous. But looking back now not once did she ever say that she loved me. Regardless, at the time I wanted to marry her. She was all I'd ever hoped for in a woman. Then the rumors started. Just a few at first, but soon there were more. I didn't believe them. I decided that I would propose on Valentine's Day. I went out and spent five thousand bucks on a ring that in hindsight I probably should have spent on therapy. I got a table at the finest restaurant in the city. When I got to the restaurant Vanessa was already there. Someone was sitting across from her. I couldn't see who it was at first, but then Vanessa leaned forward and gave him one of her toe-curling kisses. That's when I saw who it was she was kissing. It was Barnes the CEO! That married fucker was kissing my girl! I walked over and asked Vanessa what the fuck was going on. She laughed at me and told me she was getting a promotion and to fuck off. I punched Barnes so hard I knocked him into the next table. I towered over Vanessa in a rage and yanked the ring out of my pocket jamming it in her face. "This was supposed to be for you, you fucking whore!" I bellowed as I tossed it in her champagne flute. I turned and walked away. The next day I went to work and packed up my shit. The rumors had been true after all, Vanessa was fucking her way to the top. The bitch caught me at the elevators. "Carson I'm so sorry! Please sugar, jus' give me another chance!" she said as she cried. I back-handed her hard enough to leave a mark. I saw my ring on her finger grabbed her hand and pulled my ring off. "There's no fucking way you're keeping this you slut." I growled at her. --- That was five years ago. I learned my lesson, I never let another woman get close enough to hurt me again. Ever. I did end up getting that therapy I needed. It wasn't long before I was confident enough to start my own business. I had the touch, business was phenomenal. My company was growing in leaps and bounds. Finally I was big enough to do what I'd planned. I made a take-over bid on my old employer. I was successful and bought it lock, stock and barrel. I made sure the hand over was done on Valentine's Day. I walked into my old workplace and looked around. All my old co-workers watched as I walked around the office. Barnes the CEO was still there, and so was Vanessa. She was VP of Marketing now. "Carson! I'm so glad to see you sugar! It's been so long baby." "Hi Vanessa you're looking good." I said a bit cooly. I shook Barnes' hand, "Well John I think you should enjoy your separation package. I believe we've made it well worth your while." Barnes smiled, "I appreciate it Lane. You played a good game and won it fairly." I looked at Vanessa again and my heart tightened in my chest. This was probably going to be the hardest part of the day. "Vanessa I'm sorry but you're going to have to leave. I'll give you some time to pack up your stuff." "Carson? What do y'all mean sweetie? If your still mad about what happened I truly am sorry honey. It was jus' business, I never wanted to hurt you." I sighed and shook my head, "I'm not mad Van'. Hurt and disappointed yes, but the anger's long gone. I've already got a great Marketing VP Vanessa. I just really can't have you around. I'm sorry. You can see Karen in HR to find out about your buy-out package." --- So there I was, thirty years old and owner of a multi-million dollar company. It was Valentine's Day eve, and I was sitting alone at the back table of my favorite little greasy spoon in a dark corner of the city. I waved to the waitress for another cup of coffee. She came over and topped me up, putting a few creamers on the chipped arborite table. I looked up at her and smiled, thanking her. I gave her a second glance, it'd been a while since I'd been there and I hadn't seen her the last time, so I figured she was new. She looked to be about my age, maybe a bit older. The weight of her failures had already dragged her down. Sort of like the way my success was dragging me down. It's not like I flaunted my money. I had a modest house in a nice neighborhood. My neighbors were all great, and there was always a barbeque going on somewhere on the street during the summer. We were all on a first name basis and always helped each other. I looked around the diner and noticed that it was just me, the waitress and the cook there. The door opened with a jingle of the bell. A woman walked in and looked around. I only glanced at her briefly. She ended up taking a seat at the far end of the diner from me. The waitress grabbed her coffee pot and a cup, pouring one for the woman. They talked for a couple of minutes then the woman shook her head. The woman's back was to me so I couldn't get a clear look at her, although I caught a faint glimpse in the reflection off the window. The woman put her face in her hands and her shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly. The waitress went back to her and talked to her again. Ye woman shook her head again and I heard her say 'No'. After that the waitress left her but kept an eye on her from the counter. I said I'd never let a woman get too close but I'm not a fucking ogre okay? I picked up my cup and walked across the diner. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked softly. The woman was startled and looked at me. She had a wicked shiner and a split lip. She didn't look very old, maybe eighteen or twenty. She was dressed up like she should be at a swank restaurant or party. If she hadn't met the bad side of a fist she'd be pretty. "What do you want?" she asked sharply. "Shh, whoa I just wanted to make sure you were okay. May I sit with you?" She frowned at me but didn't object when I sat across from her. I called the waitress over and asked her to bring us some ice, some warm water in a bowl and a couple of cloths. When they came I put some ice in one cloth and told her to put it on her eye for a minute. I used the other cloth to gently dab the crusted blood from her lip. "Looks like you haven't had the best Valentine's Day either. Want to talk about it?" I said gently. She pouted demurely, "Not really." "Okay, do you mind if I tell you about mine then? Five years ago I met the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. We had a whirlwind romance and I decided to propose to her on Valentine's Day. When I got to the restaurant she was already there, sitting with and kissing another man, our boss. She laughed at me and told me to fuck off. I was destroyed. I put all of my energy into building my own company and bought the company I'd worked for. The turn over happened today and although what I'd started to do was kind of a revenge thing it didn't end up that way. I made sure both of them left the company with a good leg up to start over." I sat there thinking for a moment. Aside from my family maybe two other people knew what I'd just told this woman. A perfect stranger. For the past five years that hurt has eaten at me. I sighed, thinking of the amazing six months I'd had with Vanessa. "Maybe I was too harsh, I don't know. Thinking back I'm pretty sure I could take some of the blame for what happened. I doubt Barnes even knew I was fucking Vanessa. I was pretty damn stupid back then." "Wow," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry!" "Yeah, I know." I said with regret in my voice. "I was at a Valentine's dance at my college tonight, we were having a good time." 'Maybe twenty', I thought to myself. "One of the guys from my class asked me to dance. We were friends but there wasn't anything between us. We danced to a few songs then a slow song came on. We just danced, there wasn't anything to it. The guy I went to the dance with freaked out and grabbed him and started fighting with him. I tried to stop Jay and well..." she started to cry again. Yeah yeah, never again but this poor kid had gotten clocked. One thing I will never condone is violence against women and kids. I know, I'd hit Vanessa. But that was the one and only time I've ever hit a woman and it's eaten at me ever since. "The things he called me hurt way more than this. I never knew he was so jealous and hateful. He was always so nice to me." I cringed inside, thinking of Vanessa, "Yeah, people aren't always what they seem to be. Well most of them aren't. I'm Carson by the way." "I'm Skyelar but everyone calls Skye." she said with a shy smile. "Nice to meet you Skye. Come here often?" I know, what a lame pick up line. I never said I got much better with women. Besides she was just a kid. It's not like I was really hitting on her, right? "Actually I do. My mom works the day shift here." Didn't I feel like an idiot. I mean, I probably made more in a week than her mom made in two months. "Are you hungry sweetie? Anytime I feel like shit I know a slice of apple pie with ice cream, whipped cream and a cherry makes me feel better." Skye giggled. It was the cutest sound I'd ever heard. Then she smiled and despite her black eye and split lip she was radiant. I know. Never, ever again. I ordered two slices of pie. We talked. We talked about everything. We talked about nothing. We talked until the sun crept up over the horizon. I think between the two of us we ate two pies. Skye looked out the windows, then up at the clock on the wall, a panicked look in her eyes. "Oh my god! My mom must be freaking, I should've called her hours ago!" "Skyelar? I just got the message from Lisa. Why didn't you call me sweetie?" a woman who looked to be in her forties said from the door of the diner. When she saw Skye's face she made a bee line to our table. "What happened to your face? No don't tell me I already know. Didn't I warn you about him?" Skye rolled her eyes, "I know mom, I should have listened to you. Don't worry though, he's out of my life for good okay?" Even though she looked a little worn and ragged around the edges, Skye's mom was still a very attractive woman. "Skye looked like she needed an ear to listen, I guess we just lost track of time." I apologized. Her mom looked at me and gave me a small frown, "Do you normally make it a habit of keeping young women out until dawn?" "Mom it's okay, Carson cleaned me up and we just talked. Ask Lisa, she'll tell you." At this point Lisa the overnight girl came over. "Skye's not lying Bev. All they've been doing is talking and eating pie, lots of it." she said with a grin at me. "If you want I can give Skye a ride home Mrs..." "Parish, Bev Parish. And you are?" her mom said. I held my hand out, "I'm Carson Lane, it's a pleasure to meet you." Skye's mom had a dumbfounded look on her face. Skye and Lisa looked shocked too. "The Carson Lane who just took over DynaTech? I saw your picture in the paper yesterday!" I blushed in embarrassment, "One and the same." "Excuse me if I'm being rude Mr. Lane, but what are you doing here eating pie all night?" She asked. "Please, just call me Carson. Even my employees don't call me Mr. Lane." I replied with a smile. "Believe it or not I grew up down on Division Street. My dad used to bring me here every Sunday for a piece of apple pie. Whenever I feel down I come here for a slice. You've got the best in the city you know. Maybe even the country." Over a Piece of Pie Bev laughed, "That's Mrs. Neilander's secret recipe!" "It hasn't changed for as long as I can remember. I'm totally spoiled for anyone else's apple pie now." I said with a chuckle. "My offer still stands. I'd be more than happy to make sure Skye gets home safely. It's the least I could do." Bev nodded, "Yes I'd appreciate that Carson. You're not going to abduct her or anything right?" she asked. "Well any girl who can match me slice for slice of Mrs. Neilander's pie..." Skye giggled again and I felt a little flip in my chest. I stuffed it down. There was no way I was going to let this happen again. But Christ she was a sweetheart. This girl wasn't anything like Vanessa, there wasn't an ounce of guile in her. She was an open book and what you saw was what you got. She'd told me stuff that I don't think she'd tell anyone she didn't trust. We had both laid our souls bare to each other. It's amazing how apple pie, ice cream, and whipped cream with a cherry can make people tell all of their secrets to a total stranger. Let me tell ya Sodium Pentathol's got nothing on that. I tried to settle the bill but Lisa said there was no charge. She thanked me for looking after Skye until her mom got in. I gave her a smile and said I didn't know who looked out for whom. We went out to my car and Skye whistled when she got a look at my cobalt blue '63 Corvette, "Wow! Nice car Carson." I chuckled and opened her door for her, "My one serious luxury. I've always had a thing for the 63 'Vette. My other car's a hybrid Escape." She giggled and my heart flipped again. I had to keep telling myself 'never again' but I think my heart had my brain on ignore. I started her up and gave the old girl some gas. The engine throbbed and growled, just waiting for a reason to show her stuff. When we pulled out of the lot I stomped on the accelerator. We fishtailed onto the road and laid a short patch of rubber. Skye squealed in delight and held on for dear life. "Yeehaa! Wow that was totally wicked!" she said as she stroked the dash. "What do you call her Carson?" I shrugged and smiled at Skye, "I call her 'Blue'. Real original huh?" "Well I think it's a beautiful name for a beautiful car. Hey is it true that all of the people who work for you call you by your first name?" "Yes, anyone can call me or come into my office if I'm available and talk to me about anything. I'm lucky, my people refuse to let the unions in. If people want something we sit down and talk things over until we're all happy. It's more of a family environment. I know everyone and know their families too." "Seriously? You know everyone's name who works for you?" "Yup, I make it my business to know the people who work with me. We have picnics over the summer, Easter and Thanksgiving get-togethers and a big Christmas party too." I told her. "How many people work for you?" "Almost five hundred as of yesterday." Skye gave me a concerned look for a moment, "How many people are going to lose their jobs with the take over?" I looked at Skye, "Just two. Everyone else will have a job with me if they want to stay on." Skye giggled and I did a flip again. I sincerely wished she'd stop that. 'Never again Carson,' I thought to myself. "Revenge is sweet huh?" Skye snickered. "Bittersweet Skye," I said as I unconsciously patted her bare thigh. "Very bittersweet. But truthfully I think I did okay by them in the end." I realized where my hand was and quickly moved it to the shifter and down shifted around a corner. I shook my head, trying to clear it of the thought of how soft Skye's thigh had been. "Sorry Skye but my brain's fried. What are you taking in college again?" "I'm studying to be a nurse. It took me a while to save up for it but I'm enjoying it. The anatomy classes are funny. We have guys and girls in my class and the way the girls act you'd swear they never saw a cock before!" she said as she grinned at me. I just got a glancing blow from that smile and almost ran up onto the sidewalk. 'Settle down Car' I thought to myself, 'this is just a young girl'. This girl was seriously getting to me. I thought my walls were stronger than this but I could feel them starting to crack. All I could think of was kissing her. We pulled up in front of the apartment where Skye and her mom lived. I said a little thank-you to the dirty-old-man Imp for helping me to keep my cool. I got out and opened Skye's door for her. When she got out I took my first solid look at her. I think I actually blanked out for a second. This wasn't a little girl that I'd talked to all night this was a woman. Skye wasn't a skinny little waif she had good curves, damn sexy curves. And she filled out her dress quite well, long shapely legs, lovely round bottom with proud firm breasts. Long chestnut hair and the most brilliant green eyes I've ever seen topped it off. I'm surprised I hadn't noticed just how beautiful she was earlier. But then again I had been eating Mrs. Neilander's apple pie. I looked down at Skye, getting lost in her eyes. "Goodnight Skye, would you mind if I called you?" Skye looked up at the dawn light in the sky, "More like good morning Carson," she replied with a smile. "Sure, I'd like that. Maybe after we both get some sleep though okay?" she giggled. Christ I wish she'd stop that! Okay I did and didn't want her to stop giggling. Part of me loved to hear it and part dreaded what would happen if I let down my barriers completely. Unfortunately my brain was losing the war with my heart. I don't think I was ready to open up that way to a woman yet. Vanessa had cut me deep and hard. That wound had festered and been raw for far too long to heal so easily I thought. Yeah I know, I'd spilled my heart out with Skye last night. But that was different, we were strangers and well...shit I just boxed myself in didn't I? We traded cell numbers and smiled at each other. "That's my personal cell. You can call me any time okay? I'll call you later Skye." Skye blushed and went up on her toes, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I know we're a bit late Carson, but Happy Valentine's Day." "It's never too late Skye, Happy Valentine's Day." I took Skye into a tight hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek too. She smelled delicious, like honeysuckle. God I was melting inside, if I wasn't careful I'd fall fast and hard for this girl. 'Never, ever again Carson, remember?' Fuck, my mantra was a waste of time. It was like tossing ping-pong balls at a brick wall thinking I could knock it down. --- When I got home I stumbled into the house, exhausted from being awake for more than twenty-four hours straight. I don't know if it was because I was so tired or that lingering scent of honeysuckle but I couldn't get Skye out of my head. I tossed my keys on the table by the door and walked into the kitchen smelling breakfast being made. "Ms. Hudson you are a treasure. How do you always know when I'm going to be home?" I said to my den-mother. Her position was listed as VP of Logistics on the payroll, but she was more than that. Ms. Hudson kept me organized and fed. She was my Major Domo and my closest friend. I'd known her pretty much my whole life. She'd been my baby-sittter when I was a kid while my dad worked nights at GM. She'd been there for me when my mom died, and I'd been there for her when her marriage tanked. I called her Ms. Hudson when I wanted to tease her, otherwise she was just Liz. "I have spies everywhere Carson, and you boy-o, are a brat." she said with a laugh. I chuckled and grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate beside the stove, just barely missing getting my knuckles rapped. "I know I am Liz and you love it!" "It must have been hard seeing her again." Liz was one of the few people who knew about my past with Vanessa, and probably the only woman other than Skye who'd heard the full story about us. She was one of the very few women I could trust, I knew that whatever I told her would stay between us. We both knew that there would always be a great deal of respect and friendship between us. I gave her a chagrined look, "Yeah, two pies." "Good God! And you're still able to walk?" she asked with a chuckle. "Well I didn't eat them all by myself. I met someone." "Oh? Now this sounds interesting," Liz said as she flipped the eggs in the pan. I thought of Skye and everything got warm, "Her name's Skye. God Liz, I'm totally out of my element here. The things I want to do, the things I want to say. I honestly don't know what to do." "Carson it's been five years. At some point you're going to have to let go of that hurt. Vanessa hurt you, she hurt you deeply but you can't let what she did affect your future happiness. Not all women are like her. Look at me! I'm a forty-two year old baby-sitter for a thirty year old juvenile delinquent!" I laughed then, "Thanks Liz, I'm so glad I've got you to listen to me. I really do appreciate your friendship." "Good, now sit down and appreciate your breakfast then get to bed. I'm sure you'll want to talk to this Skye girl as soon as you can." She said with a wink as she put two plates on the table. Liz offered me coffee but I passed and opted for milk instead, I was all coffee'd out after drinking at least two pots while talking with Skye. I sat across from her, thoughts of Skye racing through my head. I took a few fork fulls of bacon and eggs then began talking quietly. "She's beautiful, my God she's beautiful." Liz chuckled as she put down her coffee, "Aren't all the women you get interested in beautiful Car?" "Well yeah, but they were fluff, filler. I never felt about them like I feel about Skye. I don't mean she's beautiful physically, well she is but I mean she's just beautiful. It's hard to explain. She's like you I can talk to her about things. Important things. I don't have to keep my guard up. I think that's what's scaring the shit out of me the most right now." "Wow I'm beautiful! Thank you Carson, that was very sweet of you to say." Liz said with genuine warmth in her tone. "This girl must be pretty impressive if you feel this way about her after eating pie with her all night. So how did you happen upon her?" "I was at Neilander's, like I always am when I feel like shit. I think I was already on my third slice of pie when she walked in. I didn't really get a good look at her at first. I saw that she was crying so I... well..." "Oh. The knight in shining armour thing?" "I know, I'm a sap. What can I say? I walked over to her to see if she was okay. Liz she'd been beaten up, she had a black eye and a split lip. She told me her boyfriend did it. You know how I feel about that." "I know Carson, you've been beating yourself up about hitting Vanessa for five years. Personally I think she deserved worse but it's not my place to judge." "We talked. We talked for hours. We talked about everything, I told her about what happened with Vanessa. Christ I told her I wanted to have a mess of kids and be a 'burb dad with a minivan and soccer games every Saturday." "And she didn't run to the hills screaming?" Liz asked with a low laugh. "No she didn't. She told me she wanted the same thing. God she's got the cutest giggle, and when she smiles I get all wobbly. Liz what do I do?" Liz picked up the plates and put them in the dishwasher. "The first thing you'll do is go upstairs and get a few hours of sleep into you. I think you're suffering from a Neilander's pie overdose. If you still feel the same way when you wake up call this girl, and talk again to see if whatever it is you think you're feeling is still there. Now march mister!" Being the good delinquent that I am I went and flopped onto my bed. I was asleep in seconds. --- My mind clawed its way out of my dreams. Dreams of Skye, dreams of beautiful children with sparkling green eyes. I didn't want to lose them, I wanted to hold those dreams forever but reality forced my eyes open. I looked at my clock by the bed. It read three p.m., I rolled out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped into the blast of hot water. That got my blood pumping and my brain cleared of its fog. Unfortunately it got the blood pumping in my groin as well. In no time I had a raging hard-on and my thoughts turned immediately to Skye. I didn't want to think of Skye like that. Not yet. I used all of my willpower to quell my raging erection and my evil thoughts of a beautiful girl. After a long hot shower I got dressed and headed downstairs, Liz was working on her laptop in the living room while Sandra my Property Manager was vacuuming. "HI SANDRA!" I hollered over the Hoover. Sandra turned off the vacuum, "Hi Carson! Sorry about the vacuum. Did you have a good sleep?" "Yes thanks, I feel like a new man. How are John and the kids?" "They're great. Melissa's volleyball team won city championships last weekend." I smiled, genuinely happy for Sandra's daughter. "That's fantastic, let her know I'm proud of her okay?" "I will Carson. She'll be happy to hear that." See? Lane Technology is a real family affair. I love that we can all talk like that, Sandra's been with me since before we went big-time. What with profit sharing and stock options she makes a good salary. She insists on cleaning my home herself, even though she has a staff of twenty under her. Sandra knows she's a valued member of our family, she works hard and takes pride in her job. I nurture that feeling in the company. People should be proud of themselves and proud of their work, if they are they work harder and are loyal to their employer. Liz smirked at me from the couch, "So Romeo, feeling all better and ready for the chase?" I gave Liz a wink and grin. "Like you said this morning, sleep on it and see how I feel. I feel great, I just hope what is going through my mind is going through Skye's" I grabbed my cell and quickly dialed. I had butterflies in my stomach, feeling like I did the first time I ever called a girl even though I thought I had a better chance this time. Liz could see the nervous look on my face and couldn't hold back a laugh. I gave her the finger and grinned. "Carson?" I just about jumped out of my skin, "Hi Skye, did you have a good sleep?" "Yes I did, how about you?" I grinned to myself, "I did too. I had the most amazing dreams." My heart was hammering in my chest. The walls cracked a bit more, the chill in my soul starting to ease. Liz caught my eye and made a rolling motion with her hands, signaling me to move forward. I nodded and gulped my heart from my throat. "Listen, Skye. About last night, I was wondering, uhm.." "Yeah Carson?" "We said a lot of things last night, I told you things that I've had bottled up for a long time. Things that I wanted in my life. Things that I was proud of and things that I wasn't proud of." "I know Carson I told you a lot of things too. I really liked talking with you. Was it just me or was there a connection?" I smiled at Liz, giving her a thumbs up. My pulse went up another notch. All I could think was 'holy fuck she felt it too!' My hands started to shake. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was happening to me? The emotions that were ripping through me had me reeling. I was scared shitless and ecstatic, I wanted to cry I was so happy. I had five years of pain flowing out of me like a dam had burst. "Skye...Skye can I come see you? Like now?" God I wanted to see her, to hold her. To see if it was real and not some practical joke of whatever Gods there are. I heard her let out a soft moan over the phone. "I'll be there in ten minutes," I gasped into my cell. I ran into the front hall, grabbing my keys and heading out the door. "SHOES!" Liz called from the living room. I looked down at my feet and ran back into the house. Shoes on I jumped into Blue and roared out of the driveway. I'm surprised I didn't get into an accident or get a speeding ticket. I was driving like a maniac. I stood Blue on her brakes in front of Skye's apartment. She was standing on the front stoop. I ran to her and grabbed her up in my arms kissing her hard, my tongue diving into her mouth. Skye wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me just as passionately. I groaned. The feel, the taste of her mouth, they were like ambrosia. My hands wrapped around her waist as I pulled her close to me. It felt like we kissed forever. We finally broke our kiss. "Hi." I grinned. "Hi." Skye smiled shyly at me. "Waiting long?" "About ten minutes, you?" I smiled back at her, "Yeah, about five years. You would have been legal then right?" Skye kissed me again, "Yeah I was nineteen then. We need to make up for lost time I think." My addled brain took a moment to work out the math, "You're twenty-four?" Skye giggled. I had to kiss her. How could a woman taste and smell so good? "I told you last night silly!" Skye grabbed my hand and pulled me into the building. The elevators were too slow so we ran up the two flights of stairs to her apartment. We stopped at her door and I pinned her to it, my mouth again ravaging hers. Somehow she unlocked her door and we fell into her unit. We stumbled and lurched down the hall to her room, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. By the time we hit Skye's bed we were down to our underwear. Skye pushed me back onto the bed and started tugging at my boxers so I raised my hips. Skye's eyes widened when she saw my member. "What the frikking hell's that?" she asked with a giggle. God I loved that sound. I grinned up at her and flexed it, making it swell even larger. Her jaw dropped when she saw me do that. "That Vanessa bitch gave up THAT for a promotion? What an idiot!" she said with another giggle. I could listen to that giggle all day. Skye quickly stripped off her bra and panties, jumping onto the bed with me. She kissed me with an intensity that was incredible, rubbing her beautiful naked body against mine. My fingers drifted over every inch of her. I soon found out that she was deathly ticklish when she began to squirm and shriek under my hands. Our bodies writhed on her bed, the joy and pleasure I felt then was the most fantastic feeling I'd ever had, wiping out any memory of the harsh pain I'd carried for the last five years. We came up for air, grinning and laughing. I pulled some of Skye's stray hairs back behind her ear, "Skye..." "It doesn't matter Carson I fell in love with you before I knew who you were. After the third piece of pie it wouldn't have mattered if you had been the poorest man in the world. I just want to be a soccer mom, your soccer mom." Skye responded. I chuckled and kissed her. "Well I was actually going to ask if it was safe for us to have sex but that's good to know too." "Oh! Yeah we're good that way Carson. I've been on the pill since I was thirteen." "Good I just want us to be ready for it when it happens." Skye took my cock in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "So are you going to put this magnificent prick to use or are you just going to talk? My mom gets home at six and I want you to fuck me at least twice before she walks in." I didn't need any more invitation than that. I rolled on top of her and she guided me into her already soaked pussy. I slowly eased into her, relishing the tightness of her womanhood. I pulled back out just as slowly and Skye moaned softly. I pushed in again, giving her more of me. I did that for about ten minutes. Skye was gasping and moaning, every once in a while letting out a small whimper. By the time I bottomed out she had her legs wrapped around my waist, trying to get me going and had a frustrated look on her face. We kissed passionately for a moment then she nipped my lower lip and grinned. "You're a fucking asshole Carson. You did that on purpose." Over a Piece of Pie "What do you mean Skye?" I replied with a 'who me?' look on my face as I flexed inside her. Skye moaned deep in her chest, clutching me hard. I flexed again, making her cry out. "Oooh! D-don't do that again you're going to make me cum!" Skye begged me. I couldn't resist, I flexed again but harder. Skye wailed as she humped herself up onto my member with her legs. Before she was done I slammed into her. Skye's eyes went wide as I fucked her hard and fast. She squealed and moaned, babbling gibberish as I gave her orgasm after orgasm. I could feel my balls clenching up. Skye wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled herself up. Her mouth mashed into mine and her tongue squirmed into my mouth like a little snake. My cum started shooting deep into Skye, pulsing and jetting, filling her up and oozing out around my cock. Skye came again, groaning and panting when she felt my seed plaster the back of her womb. Her last strong orgasm put me over the top and I erupted into her again. My second orgasm wasn't as strong as my first, but with her pussy being full to overflowing with our fluids it gushed out around me and down her crack. We lay there for a few moments, staring in to each others eyes and smiling. My dick softened and slowly slipped out of Skye. She let out a soft moan of disappointment when the little guy popped out. I rolled off to the side and lightly stroked Skye's belly, thinking about how wonderful it would be when we created a new life in there. Skye rolled onto her side and smiled, "I think I'll make do with one fucking today if you don't mind Carson. That was incredible, just incredible." I gave Skye a tender kiss and caressed her cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed that sweetie." "Oog, I need to get cleaned up," Skye muttered as she rolled out of bed and waddled to the bathroom, her hand holding our cum inside her cunny. "Mind if I join you? It may save some time." I suggested. Skye grinned over her shoulder at me, "Sure I guess, just no funny business okay?" I covered my heart with my hand and solemnly swore that I'd behave. Okay I lied but the little tart started it when she cleaned my cock! We barely had time to get dressed and plop our asses on the sofa before her mom came in. "Skyelar you forgot your keys in the do...Oh! Well why am I not totally surprised that you're here Carson?" Bev chuckled. I tried my innocent look, but she didn't fall for it. "Hi Bev! How was your day?" She gave us an appraising look then smiled, "Well, judging from your squeaky clean looks and still damp hair not as fun as yours!" "Mom! Jeez, I am twenty-four you know!" "Oh honey I'm just teasing. What you and Carson do is none of my business. To a point. At least I know he's got a job." She said with a smile and chuckle. I decided to tease Skye a bit too just for the hell of it, "Take it easy Skye, your mom's way cooler than my last girlfriend!" Skye's mom laughed and my sweet young thing belted me one in the shoulder. "Speaking of girlfriends Carson. I don't have a problem with you two seeing each other, but I just want you both to make sure this is what you really want. I don't want you moving too fast here." I smiled at Skye then turned to her mother, "Bev you have nothing to worry about. I've never felt for another woman the way I feel about Skye." 'Never ever, ever. Not once buddy,' I thought to myself with a smile. It's funny how things turn out. Five years ago I had been crushed on Valentine's Day by a girl who I thought was the girl of my dreams. If I hadn't met her the chain of events in my life that lead me here may never have happened. But I did meet her, and she did break my heart. Then, on a miserable Valentine's Day night I really did meet the girl of my dreams. Over a piece of pie.