Page 27 of Her Wonderful Wonder Bell
“Don’t make conversation in the sex shop, Brock. It’s weird,” I say, scooting past him.
He steps in my way.What the fuck?
“Uh, so, since we’re both here, I’m just wondering if maybe I can ask a favor,” he says in a kind of nervous stammer I’ve never heard from him. Pearl and I look at each other in confusion as he continues. “Can you mention me to Sharon? In a good way. Say I’m handsome or nice or something like that. But also, don’t tell her I said to mention me.”
For a moment I’m at a loss for words. Thankfully, Pearl isn’t.
“Delia isn’t a liar. She can tell Sharon how you’re rude to her though, if you want. That all right?”
Brock’s cheeks turn red as he scratches the back of his neck. “Forget it. See you later.”
I wrap my arm around Pearl’s waist as he walks away and when he’s out of sight I kiss her. When she pulls away, she grins.
“Had to defend my girlfriend.”
“Don’t get too used to it. I’m capable of defending myself.” I slap her backside, making her yelp and me laugh.
“Who’s messin’ with the magazines?” Carl, the owner, shouts from somewhere near the register.Oops.
“I think he’s referring to my bottom,” Pearl whispers.
“I think you’re right, darling.” We both break into laughter. Once we’ve calmed down, I take her hand again. “Now, let’s get this thing.”
On the walk home we wave to all the new people she’s met, talk about life, and just enjoy each other’s company. When we near Bertram’s tree, this huge, old tree in a secluded area, on the edge of town, I pull her aside.
“What’s going on?” she asks, as if something’s wrong.
I flatten her back against the tree, one of my arms propped against it at a right angle. I kiss her deep and hard before breaking away.
“I love you so much. Say you’ll stay with me,” I plead.
“Are you sure you’ll want me if Rosa can’t fix me? I know we’ve been fine so far but there’s been the hope she might be able to. But if she can’t—”
I get as close as I can to her, so that if anyone comes along, they won’t be able to see what’s going on, and fold up her skirt. I tear her paper panties off and toss them to the side.
“Delia! What are you—”
“Pearl, no matter what happens, I want you. Any way that you are, that’s how I want you.” I force her legs apart and find the open slit of her cunt. I tease the opening, flipping my thumb over it like the pages of a book. She squirms beneath me. “Tell me you love me too.”
“I do. I love you.” I thrust my fingers inside her, pinning her against the old tree with my aching body, and lickingalong her neck. “Oh, God, I love you.”
I press my mouth against her ear as I fuck my fingers fast inside her, already feeling the sugary build up inside her that I’m starting to recognize means I’m doing things right. I grin.
“Forever. You and me,” I whisper. “My wonderful Wonder Belle.”
Bonus Chapter
Brock
What the hell am I supposed to do? The stadium is closed. There isn’t anywhere else in this stupid town I can practice. No one else evenwantsto practice. They’re happy about the vacation. HAPPY about it. It’s disgusting. They’re all a bunch of loser beta males.
I finish my last push-up and chug the end of my protein shake. I’ve got nothing else to do today and it’s only the middle of the afternoon. Baseball has been my life for…well, it’s always been. I can’t just sit around and twiddle my thumbs until the old man kicks the bucket, and they reopen.
I scoot my dog, Catcher, out of my favorite chair, and turn on the rarely used television. I’ll watch some old training videos, keep my mindin the game at least. I search for the remote and find it hiding under the magazine full of naked goth chicks I got the other day. I know print is old-fashioned, but I’ve just never gotten into the whole Internet porn thing. Something about a glossy babe in my hands can’t be replaced. Dee’s got a live paper babe, I saw. Crazy stuff. Never know what’s gonna happen around here.
I take a look at the chicks for a minute, but I gotta set the magazine down. My dick’s barely hard and, honestly, I’m sad. I look at the golden retriever curled up at my feet and sigh.
“Catcher, how am I gonna make Sharon like me?”
