Lily&The Sum of Everything

I needed a cold shower after all the sexy glances, banter, and kiss on my hand during our little excursion. Though I needed rest more. After packing, I got maybe 3 hours of sleep. Everything I bought(well Matt bought), was jammed into my busted suitcase held together with duck tape. I'm sure girls like Nadia wouldn't worry about what her luggage looked like. Well, Matt knew what kind of gal I am, so it's on him if I make a total fool of him and myself.

I parked in the short term parking at the airport. It was 100 bucks for a whopping 3 days. I wonder if he is going to reimburse me on that. I've rarely even flew on commercial. Too pricey. Today I was about to hop on Mr. Matthew Bonner's personal plane. I couldn't help but feel a little giddy. What girl wouldn't be giddy with a jet set weekend in Italy ahead?

I climbed the stairs into the plane. Plush leather seats. Lots of open space. The one attendant on the plane advised me to have a seat where I would be the most comfortable.

Very attentively the attendant asks, "Can I get you a water or maybe a champagne?"

"Umm...I better stick with water. Thank you."

I got settled in my leather recliner. Matt was towards the black of the plane. He was on his phone and laptop steadily working away. Either he didn't see me arrive or was purposely ignoring me. He literally didn't say anything to me the whole flight. We both took turns nodding off. The couple of times we were both awake, he was busy multitasking things that needed to be done. He just seemed more irritated than normal.

By the time we got to the hotel and reached our room the silence was almost too much to bare.

I whipped around and bluntly asked, "Did I do something to upset you?"

"I'm just busy. Not everything is about you."

"Oh, excuse me. I couldn't possibly be worthy to walk in the shadow of Mr. Matthew Bonner."

I was all over the place emotionally. He needed me, but he didn't. He wanted me, but wouldn't do anything. Tears starting to well up in the corners of my eyes. With a crack in my voice, "When's the first event I need to make an appearance at? I'll make myself scarce until then."

At that moment as we were making our way through the door of our room. The suite was ginormous, but there was only one huge bed. There were couches in the living area.

"We have dinner at 7 this evening. Be prepared," he said.

"Okay will do. I'll take one of these couches and stay out of your way."(If this was how my trip to Italy was going to be, it was going to be so lame.)

"I'll be back later."

With that note, he turned and walked out of the suite. He didn't put anything away or get help from any hotel workers to do it. I took 2 hours to put away my things because every so often I had to stop to snack on some Italian pastries that the hotel had left for us. Then I curled up on the couch and began reading the paperbacks I brought along. The clock was now reading 5pm and there was no sign of Matt all day.

He came strolling in with the phone attached to his ear. I felt like he might be using that as safety net to avoid talking to me and the tension between us. He stepped out on the balcony to take his call. I can make out some of the conversation due to him using speaker phone. He appears to actually be talking to Eric. I wasn't past ease dropping.

Matt: What am I supposed to do about the Lily situation?

Eric: I have no idea, man."

Matt: Can you please come here? I'll pay for your trip.

Eric: Put your big boy pants on and just tell her.

Matt: She's going to be pissed.

Eric: Well, just be honest but nice in your approach.

Matt: Alright. Thanks, man.

As he walked back in, I tried to pretend I didn't overhear them. I stuck my face further into my book's pages. Matt is pacing back and forth in front of the couch with his hands on top of his head.

"Lily...I have to tell you something."

"Okay, shoot."

"I feel like I've wasted your time. Nadia decided to change her plans and come for the weekend. I tried to tell her that is wasn't necessary, but she's on the way here."

"So, you don't need me for anything? What am I supposed to do now? What about the 20,000, the clothes, or my flight back?"

The volume of my voice was increasing as my level of annoyance did.

"I'll still pay you for your troubles. I'll get you a plane ticket back, and the clothes are yours to keep,"he insisted.

"Lily, are you okay with it?," he hesitantly asks.

I stood up right in front of where he momentarily had stopped pacing.

I began to go on a rant. "Sure. It's perfectly fine you wasted my time. Just throw some money at a situation and it's all better. Flirt and kiss her hand. Make them feel like the prettiest girl in the world. A better option comes up and you kick them to the curb!!"

"Lily, what do you want from me?"

I saw a rage burn in his eyes.

"Damn it, Lily. You want to hear that I want to take you right here and now. Make you tremble underneath me. You drive me absolutely mad and I still want you."

He crashed into my lips with his. There was so much heat. I kissed back, parting my mouth to let his tongue in. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled myself into his body. He let a little moan escape. The kissing was so fast, so deep. It was like we couldn't catch our breathe. He reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it off of me with one swift movement. He reached behind me and with one hand unclasped my bra. His lips worked their way down my jawline, neck, and then my collar bone. He grabbed a fistful of one of my breast and started licking rapid, perfect circles around my nipple. Then he kept up, doing the same to my right breast. I could feel myself soaking through my panties. My heat was aching to be touched. I helped him take his shirt off slowly, letting him know that I wanted to set the pace. Our chests were skin to skin. It felt so warm and so right.

"Lily, take these off. Let me watch you take off your panties."

I pushed my pants off right away, but when I went to take my black lace thong off, I pulled them down my hips slowly. I couldn't help it. I had to press my thumb to my throbbing clit. My hand landed there and I began rubbing it in soft circles.

"Damn. That's so hot, baby."

He took the palm of his hand and gently pushed me backwards to the edge of the couch. I laid back as instructed with my bottom hanging off.

"Touch yourself, baby. Imagine my hard cock."

He dropped to his knees and gave my wet slit one long lick.

"Matt, don't stop."

He licked my wetness like he was trying to get every last drop. I was already feeling I could cum any second, then he stuck two fingers inside me. He worked his fingers in and out so fast.

"Cum for me, Lily."

I was so ready to let go. I arched my hips up, grabbing onto the couch with one hand, and pulling the back of his head with the other. Then I felt it. The biggest orgasm I ever had before. Before I knew it, I was squirting into his mouth. I had never done that before either. I think he could tell I was a little shocked about that. He reassuringly said, "Don't be embarrassed. That's sexy as hell."

He stood up and undid his pants, while I scooted up the couch further. His hard cock was free. It was so freaking big. I wanted it in me right away.

"Put it in me, Matt."

"So, you want some of this?," he asked while reaching down and grabbing his cock.

"Mmm. Yes"

I could see the precum on him glistening in the light of the room. He positioned himself over me with his hands on each side of my head. He rubbed the head of his dick on my clit. His precum mixing with my wetness. I couldn't take it anymore. I reached down, grabbed his hardness, and put it against my opening. He got the sexiest look on his face, winked, and entered me. He inched himself in, filling me up with his thickness.

"You are so wet. You feel so damn good, Lily."

He rammed in and out. Both of us were giving into the moment.

"I'm going to cum, Matt."

"Me too, baby."

I felt my pussy fill up with his warm load. There so much, it was seeping out of me. We were both breathing heavy. He curled up behind me on the couch.

"Lily, that was..."

"Amazing."

"Beyond amazing."

I was unsure what to do. Did I now get up and shower and get ready for dinner? Did I grab all my stuff and prepare for an exit. All the doubts were about to set in.

"Lily, Nadia is going to be here soon and she shouldn't see us like this."

"Oh yeah. Right. Um, I'm going to get a shower and collect my things."

"Okay, I'm going to get dressed and go for a run while you do that."

While I was in the shower, I realized we had slept together without a condom. I hope that wouldn't bite me in the ass later. I heard the door click assuming it was Matt. Although I heard a female voice. Yep. Nadia. I finished my shower and threw on my clothes.

"Oh. Hi Nadia. Matt told me you were on the way. Glad you were able to make it. I couldn't fill your shoes." Total fake bs.

"Ha. I knew you couldn't. My Mattie poo needed me. I have some news to tell him."

"Oh, well. That's great. Hopefully good news"

"Why, yes. You can call me the Mrs. Bonner. Matt will soon hear the pitter patter of little feet in a few months."

"What?! Are you pregnant, Nadia?"

"Yes I am."

"Congrats."

I know I must be standing there with my mouth wide open. Of course, Matt would show up at that second. His eyes kept shifting back and forth between Nadia and I. He looked scared like please don't tell her what we just did. I got the message loud and clear. Matt had needed and wanted me for one thing and one thing only. I felt so absolutely disgusted.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to it. Nadia has the need to share something. I'm out."

I grabbed my cheap suitcase and rolled it right out the door. I rolled myself right out of Matthew Bonner's life.

A week later I get a text.

Matt:I sent you your check in the mail.

Lily: Tear it up.

Matt:I at least owe you the money.

Lily: For what? Sex?

Matt:Your time.

Lily: I am not a call girl. Have a nice life.

The truth was I desperately needed that money. Tea lent me the 200 bucks for rent. I was stuck in limbo on what to do. Back to retail? That sucked my very soul. Somehow find my way into the art world? All that wasted money on a degree to walk around a store and tell people where the Dr. Suess books are. I was nursing a serious funk. Maybe I could convince Tea to take me to lunch. I didn't want to be like Matt Bonner and use people, but Tea would understand. She had humble roots. She was raised bu a single mom who cleaned houses for a living. She cleaned houses for people like the Matt Bonners of the world. At least I hoped she didn't see me as an entitled millennial with a college degree and no motivation.

I guess in a way Tea and I had similar backgrounds. I wasn't raised by a single mom though. My dad was there physically, just not mentally. He had clinical OCD that made living with him miserable. I knew all his ticks. Bathroom door knob- 5 clicks before he could go in there. At dinner he would get a fork to eat with, and go back and forth 4 times before settling on the same fork he actually had in the beginning. At nighttime, no one could take a shower before him. Somehow he thought the shower would be too dirty if we went first. He didn't do hugs. The list got longer after each year. He was unable to work because the OCD was just too monstrous to overcome even on meds. Mom would then take her frustrations on me. Nothing I ever did was good enough. She worked retail as well. She stocked the shelves on the overnight shift at Walmart. She needed to be there during the day while dad was awake. During the night, he would sleep the night through so it was easier to manage working there.

I was an only child. That was such a blessing looking back. No need for another child to have to suffer. My mom wanted to let people believe we were better off than we were. She wanted to groom me for a life as a wife and homemaker. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I just need to be free and not confined by someone's expectations so early in life. I'm sure I'll want those things eventually, just not right now. That was one of the reasons I picked art history for a degree. Art is an escape. It can be interpreted as anything you want it to be. I may not be able to go to ever go to certain parts of the world, but at I could experience it through it's artwork.