FG Rose House Ch. 05

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Chapter 5- Little Rose Cherry pt 5

When she woke up the next morning Rosa had never felt so warm, so content, and so loved. She had finally found the woo-hoo, the spark, the final key that sent her orgasms through the stratosphere, and his name was Harper. And yet, she felt this annoying prick of guilt in the back of her mind that wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t harsh. It was just there, and it made her uncomfortable and doubt herself and her feelings.

Yes, she was ten years older than Harper, but so what! Guys married girls ten years younger than them, and even younger all the time! So why did she feel like she was robbing him of his future?

Then there was the fact that she had just met him two days ago. Was she moving too fast? It didn’t feel like it was. Shit, Harper had his hands in her pants like two minutes after they met!

Well, that had been her fault, but still…

Then there was masturbating together in the dark until he came all over her! Which had kind of been her fault too…

Harper stirred behind her and whispered, “Are you awake?”

She needed to tell him how she felt. Then maybe by judging how he took it would give her some clarity as to whether she should continue their relationship or not.

—-(!)—-

The rest of the month passed by like a romantic dream. She couldn’t remember being happier in her life. Her only regret was not saying emphatically “Yes!” when Harper asked her to be his girlfriend.

Despite her answer he was the perfect boyfriend all month, and then August came. It was the final push to finish up all the projects around the house, and with one week left before her tenants arrived she was a nervous wreck. She was such a ball of nerves she was making herself sick. Every morning she woke up nauseous and spent at least an hour either puking, or hovering over the toilet feeling like she was going to!

Then the weekend before her grand opening she invited her family over for dinner. Her mother arrived early to help her prepare, but Harper had been a huge help. Still, once Marisol Alcaraz arrived she gave Rosa and Harper an appraising look with a raised eyebrow. Rosa cringed as her mother evaluated their relationship status with a glance, and then Marisol shooed Harper out of the kitchen so that the women could work.

“He’s too young for you,” Marisol mumbled as she closed the kitchen door and came over to stand by Rosa and finished chopping the bell peppers Harper had been working on.

“Mama,” Rosa sighed as she shook her head to deny their relationship, “He’s just my maintenance man. If he wasn’t here I never would have finished the house on time…”

“Please,” Marisol said, her tone telegraphing her skepticism, “Go tell your father lies. He’s obtuse enough he might believe them. I on the other hand could see as soon as I walked in that the boy is head over heels in love with you.

“Mama!” Rosa gasped as she shook her head though it was with an embarrassed smile.

“Oh!” Marisol gasped as she gazed at her daughter’s blushing face, “I see! So you are in love with him as well. I am happy for you then, but I still think he is too young for you. You should be looking for a man who can take care of you, not a boy.”

“Boys grow up to become men, mama,” Rosa retorted, respectfully, “He may be younger than me, but I have met very few men that are as mature. I think it is because he comes from a large family as well.”

“Mmm,” Marisol hummed noncommittally. “If you say so, then I will say no more than this last piece of advice. Go slow, and be patient. That young man may be mature for his age, but he is still very young. There will be things you two will not see eye to eye on simply because you are more experienced than he is, and you will have to be twice as patient because of it. And, because of your age your roles may be reversed. He may see you as an authority now, however, at some point young boys want to be respected as men. When that day comes, you must make him feel like you respect him, as the head of your house, and as your husband… You…do…plan on marrying him, don’t you?”

“Mama!” Rosa gasped with an exasperated smile, “I don’t know! We have only known each other for a month!”

“A day… A month… whatever, if you know him well enough to have intercourse, you should know him well enough to know if you could marry him or not,” Marisol retorted in firm disapproval, “In my day women held their bodies as ransom until a man was willing to pay for the privilege of partaking of our bodies with a contract of commitment…”

“Yeah yeah, mama, so you’ve said a hundred times,” Rosa replied as she sliced chicken breasts into small strips, “And yet, all it seems to do is shackle women to an antiquated ideology and role. Men still leave, cheat, and abuse. While the good and proper wife is supposed to be barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen making dinner.”

Marisol shook her head as she walked to the sink and washed her hands before izmir escort returning and starting the next task. Once she got started she couldn’t hold her tongue any more and turned to her daughter, “Rosa, my lovely Rosa, it is a deception to think that men are the only ones that leave, cheat and abuse. Women are all of those things just as often. The marriage contract between a man and woman isn’t a ‘cure all’ that makes bad people good. It’s a contract of responsibility and obligations, yours to him and his to you. The courting process is the filter that helps you weed out the bad guys from the good. Afterward, if you didn’t care enough or work hard enough and you marry a bad man, it isn’t the ‘Constitution of Marriage’ that is at fault. It’s yours! For not being discriminating enough, and it’s his for being a good-for-nothing bastard! Marriage is the first, and foundational, contract that makes human beings civilized. All of human civilization is built on it. So, if that boy out there is a good man, if he really loves you, then he will commit to you and marry you, but there again, Rosalina, you must be a good woman deserving that commitment as well.”

“Yeah, mama,” Rosa answered with a dismissive wave of her hand, “I see your point, and I promise, I will think about what you’ve said. For now though, I don’t want to discuss it anymore, and please mama, don’t say anything to papa!”

“Okay okay, fine,” Marisol acquiesced with a shake of her head as she went back to her task, “Your father may be a bit obtuse honey, but is no fool.”

The aroma of food in the kitchen spiked and all of a sudden a wave of nausea swept over her. Her mouth started watering, and she was swallowing to try to stave off what she felt coming up from her belly. In a sudden rush she slammed her knife to the counter and ran for the kitchen door and to the guest bathroom.

“Honey?” Marisol asked, her voice full of concern as Rosa dashed out of the kitchen.

Rosa made it to the toilet just in time to empty her stomach into its porcelain basin. She hovered there for several minutes, and then she flushed the toilet and turned to wash her hands only to find her mother standing in the doorway.

“So, how long have you been pregnant?” She asked.

“I’m not,” Rosa answered, rejecting the idea instantly, “It was just the smells in the kitchen. It just got to me, that’s all.”

“Really,” Marisol replied with a chuckle, “Okay, so how long has this been happening?”

“Just this last week,” Rosa answered as she scooped water to her mouth and gargled. Once she spit the water into the sink she continued, “I think it’s just allergies. I haven’t narrowed it down to what exactly is causing it though.”

“Allergies,” Marisol parroted, not accepting the explanation as plausible at all, “Let’s follow the line of events for just a second then. You’ve never had allergies like this before. Then a month ago a young man moved into your house. You are obviously sleeping with him, if not, then tell me to my face that you are not having sex with that young man…”

Rosa may not tell her mother everything going on in her life. Or about her life decisions such as taking Harper into her bed. But she couldn’t blatantly lie to her mother either. The guilty look she gave her mother was all the answer Marisol needed to have her accusation confirmed. With a grim nod of her head, Marisol continue, “So, you and Harper have been having sex, I imagine, every night and probably most days. I know this. Your father and I were once your age too, you know. So, now, I am willing to bet you wake up every morning nauseous. Your breasts and your belly are tender, and strong aromas, the sight of food, the mere thought of eating can send you running to the nearest bathroom to puke. Then there is the evening time. Once the sun goes down and the moon comes out everything goes back to normal except that you’re ravenously hungry for food, and sex. Did I miss anything?”

Rosa closed her mouth with a click of her teeth which had fallen open from shock.

“My suggestion honey,” Marisol said as she looked down to Rosa’s belly then back up to her eyes, “Go get a pregnancy test. I am ninety percent sure of my diagnosis, however I could be wrong, and also, you wouldn’t just have my word to go on either.”

—-(!)—-

Her mother wasn’t lying about being ravenous for food and sex. Later that evening she ate two plates of leftovers and fucked Harper until they both came five times, and she still wanted more, but they were both too exhausted. Sunday she woke up feeling nauseous and her breasts and belly were so tender she winced every time Harper touched her.

Using grocery shopping as an excuse to go to the store while Harper was busy out in the yard, she bought a three-pack of pregnancy tests. Once she paid, she went straight to the bathroom and urinated on one, and then waited fifteen minutes. She checked it and gasped, and then hurriedly ripped open the second and the third izmir escort bayan test stick. Two hours later after buying a few snacks, she wiped her eyes of her tears as she drove home in a daze with the memory of three positive pregnancy tests seared into her memory.

The rest of the day was surreal, passing by like a lucid dream. The only time she came alive was later that evening when she and Harper made love, and then she laid there awake for hours as she tried to think of what her options were.

Abortion was a nonstarter on every level. First, she was adamantly opposed to even the idea of a woman killing her baby, even if it’s just an embryo. Second, she was twenty-eight. She was no spring chicken anymore, and she definitely felt like time was catching up to her. This might be her one and only opportunity to have a child. Third, Her parents would never speak to her again. Fourth, Harper may never speak to her again.

That left her with having the baby and raising it alone, or telling Harper and seeing if he would man up and marry her. That thought instantly made her feel guilty though. He moved to Ellensburg, and into her house, to go to college. He had his whole life ahead of him. If she took that from him by insisting he make her an honest woman, at some point he would resent her and the baby!

At some point she fell asleep and when she awoke the next morning it was like she hadn’t slept at all. The same worries and stresses were still there… waiting for her… in addition to being nauseous…

For the rest of the day she thought about whether she should confess to Harper that she was madly in love with him, and that she was pregnant. However she was certain she knew how he would react.

No! She needed to end their relationship…

For Harper’s sake…

—-(!)—-

Rosa smiled up at Harper from the bathtub. She hadn’t seen him almost all day, and when she had, it was for brief snippets when he brought her broth and tea for lunch and dinner.

They were finally alone together, and the house was quiet. She loved him. She knew it in her heart of hearts. She was madly, deeply, in love with Harper Galdren. Her smile faltered as tears budded at the corners of her eyes. It made what she had to do, right now before she lost her resolve, so hard that she felt like she couldn’t breathe!

Taking a shaky inhalation, she put her hands on his and whispered, “Harper, I can’t do this anymore. We can’t do this anymore. I am the proprietress of this House. If someone should find out that I’ve been having sex with a resident and a student… I don’t know what might happen, but I doubt it will be good. So, from today on you are just my maintenance man. Okay?”

“I…,” He gasped.

It broke her heart to see him trying to process what was happening and cope with the pain she was causing him. To him this was coming out of left field. To him everything must have seemed like it was a wonderful dream. It certainly had been for her, and now, instead of cementing their relationship in a foundation and building on it, she was demolishing it!

Their beautiful, metaphorical, love nest…

And he couldn’t understand why…

She loved him so much! It killed her to watch him rub the tears out of his eyes before he asked, “So, for how long?”

Shaking her head, she looked down at her hands. Oh god! Her resolve was melting! She wanted so badly to stop and explain what was going on, and beg him to forgive her and marry her! Instead, she whispered, “I don’t know. Until I say otherwise.”

“So I’m just supposed to shut off how I feel about you,” He asked, his voice dripping with bitterness and anger, “I’m just supposed to forget the most amazing summer of my life, and pretend that nothing happened.”

His anger was what she needed to hear. She focused on it, and tried to convince herself that he was an asshole for being angry with her. If she didn’t want a relationship with him anymore, then that’s her prerogative. How dare he be mad at her!

Firming her resolve, her face grew stony as she replied, “Well, I guess so. If that is what makes you feel better.”

“So when is this supposed to start,” He asked as he stood up and pulled away, “Right now or do you want me to carry you to your bedroom first?”

His hazel eyes were ablaze with hurt and outrage. She knew it would only be torture for them both if he stayed. Looking up at him she answered, “Right now. I feel well enough to be able to get back to my room on my own.”

“Fine,” He growled angrily, turned on his heel, and stomped out of the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed the flood gate of her heart burst! Curling up in the bottom of the bathtub she cried in deep body shaking sobs as what she had just done crashed down on her like a millstone crushing the life and breath out of her…

—-(!)—-

“I bet you weren’t expecting me, were you?”

I was shocked at first, but as I ogled the profound escort izmir curves and edges of Bernice’s body I found myself grinning as I replied, “Especially since I called you out on your comments earlier. I figured you would probably dislike me now…”

Bernice rolled off my bed and stood up in front of me like a graphic novel artist’s exotic rendering of a Nubian goddess made from solid onyx. She was tall, only two inches shorter than me and almost completely hairless. The only hair on her body was thin eyebrows that arced up in a straight line and tapered to nothing, and long, thick, eyelashes that framed onyx eyes.

Her shoulders were broad and her arms were thick and strong. Her chest was a thirty-eight inch oval that set each nipple of her massive E-cup breasts shaped like fat, juicy, watermelons pointing slightly down and outward. Her long athletic waist was thick-fit with a padded, barely discernible, four-pack that led to hips that weren’t any wider than her chest. Allowing her arms to fall straight down while her ass was an ultra thick bubble of forty inch goodness I was now determined to spend all night enjoying!

From there, her thick hips and ass led to thick thighs, calves, and ankles ending at stubby toes with the nails painted pearl white. Once my gaze returned to Bernice’s eyes, she purred as she walked over and wrapped her arms around my waist, “I don’t mind if you have conflicting opinions with mine. I’m a strong woman with strong opinions and feelings, and I want a man that can handle that part of me… Persuade me… Tame me… If you can?”

She chuckled through the last of her challenge as she brought her wide, bee-stung mouth so close that they caressed my lips. However my attention was divided between her soft succulent lips and her full, incredibly soft, breasts that were smashed against my chest.

I really wasn’t in the mood for reasons. The one girl I had a reason to be with just dumped me. Well, whatever someone calls a relationship breakup when there is no actual relationship status except fucking at night… She quit! Rosalina quit!

With a growl I lurched forward, pressing my mouth into Bernice’s juicy lips hungrily. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I used one arm to pull her breasts and body firmly against me as I ran my other hand down the copious curve of her ass cheek and hooked my fingertips into her soft flesh before squeezing!

Bernice was as hot and aggressive as I was, pressing her mouth into mine passionately. Probing past my lips with her hot-pink tongue as she followed my direction when I walked her backwards. We broke apart from our kissing and petting so that I could lay her down on the bed.

She pulled herself up the bed enough that she could rest her heels on the edge, and then laid back on her elbows so that she was propped up to watch me. She turned her knees out and spread her thighs apart, inviting me in as her smooth ebony pussy-lips spread apart revealing a hot-pink vulva, a hooded clitoris, the delicate, glistening rose petals of her inner labia, and at the very bottom the deep pink well of her vagina!

Looking up at her, I smacked my lips hungrily. Seeing what I wanted, she chuckled as she pulled a pillow under her head and laid back. Tilting her head down to look at me over her breasts, she smiled as she promised, “If you eat me up, then I will drink your cum like water and swallow it all down like wine!”

I didn’t need her promise to motivate me into wanting her. I already wanted to eat her pussy and drink her nectar. I was just making sure she was okay with what I was about to do.

“I’m going to do so much more than just eat you up,” I growled as I kneeled down before her thighs, ass, and pussy like she was my personal alter, “I am going to make you orgasm so hard you scream!”

“Oh fuck! Yes!,” She purred in anticipation, “Eat me baby! Fucking make me scream!”

Leaning in, worshipping at my Nubian goddess’s pussy, I ran my tongue across her ebony thighs and down until I bit the soft, fatty, inner curves of her ass cheeks. Then I licked my tongue down the valley of her ass to her perineum, and then I delved into her vagina to taste her nectar. Simultaneously, I wrapped my arms around her thick thighs until I was able to spread her pussy-lips wide open and peel back her clitoral hood. With my other hand I used my fingers to start slowly massaging her clitoris and labia, and only paused long enough to lick up Bernice’s vulva and spread spit and lubrication up to her clit.

As I settled into eating her pussy, Bernice closed her eyes so she could focus on the pleasure I was giving her. She moaned and sighed, and gave littler gasps or sharp inhalations when I hit her clit just right. The more I ate her pussy the more Bernice’s thighs relaxed, and then I focused all of my attention on her clitoris.

Licking it…

Rubbing it…

Sucking it…

“Oh fuck!” She gasped suddenly, “Oh shit! Oh fuck! There… right there!”

“Fuck me baby! Fuck me!” She moaned encouragingly, “Fucking eat me!”

I pressed my tongue in and sucked and nibbled as Bernice’s breath caught in her throat and her thighs snapped closed around my head! Her hands grabbed my hair and she was pulling me in, and pushing me away all at the same time!

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