The Thin White Wall

*

"Do you mind if I show you something?"

We got into Addison's red Jeep Wrangler when she spoke. Her voice was oozing hopefulness, as if I'd say no to her.

"Of course," I smiled. "I have nowhere to be today." All I had planned was doing some work on my car, but being with Addison was even better.

*

Addison pulled into a place I've only passed by... the Hilldale Conservatory. I had known it was here, but I've never bothered to partake in the sights of flowers and plants.

"This is my favorite place here in Hilldale," Addison had a beaming smile as she stepped from her Jeep.

I walked a step or two behind Addison as she took in the beauty she held dear. I wasn't impressed; to me they were just flowers. "So what is it about this place that you find amazing?"

Addison turned with a smile that took my breath away. She closed the gap between us in half a heartbeat. "Close your eyes. "

I did.

"Now take a take deep breath through your nose."

I did... and, I must admit, the smell was far better than grease and oil... and it was definitely better than what I assumed was going to happen - get strangled to death by the smell just like when I walk by the Bed, Bath, and Beyond in the mall.

I opened my eyes and saw pure exuberance. I looked around and really took in this place for the first time. It was growing on me... or perhaps it was Addison's passion? Actually, it was both. I stared into her eyes, "It is amazing."

"It is home," Addison smiled. "In this big city, this place brings me back to Alden. This place kept me from giving up and going back home after repeatedly falling for the wrong guy or fellow students mocking my Iowan euphemisms; like what you call soda, we call pop, or when a classmate of mine was crabby, I said he's got the holler tail. My fellow students never let me live it down... I felt so buried; I'd come here and it helped."

Now it all makes sense. Not that she's not allowed to like flowers, but a sense of home during a bout of homesickness can do wonders. I Stated, "You should be proud of yourself; and if you feel no one else is, always remember, I'm proud of you, as well." It may not mean much coming from her eighteen year old neighbor, but I wanted to give her that vote of encouragement.

"Thanks."

"And if you keep that never giving up attitude, you'll find the right person that will give you that sense of home just by being with him."

Addison wrapped her arms around me in a fierce hug. "Perhaps someday soon." She pulled back with a smile, "All right, now its your turn," she handed me her keys. "Take me somewhere you enjoy."

I thought for only the briefest of moments. It could only be one place.

*

"This is where my baby is." I made the final turn into Gary and Son Auto Shop.

Addison's eyes lit up in shock, "You have a baby?"

"Come on," I smiled as I stood from the Jeep.

"We're at a car shop," Addison's look of confusion was priceless.

I went around back and used my key to open the door, turn off the alarm, and then open the back service bay door. "There she is; my baby," gestured my arm to my Camaro. Normally, it's left outside, but after work on Saturday's, I roll it inside because Sunday's are the real day I get to work on it.

Addison laughed, "The car's your baby?"

I then did to her as she did to me at the conservatory. "Close your eyes."

Addison did.

"Imagine driving down the road just enjoying the sun on your shoulders and wind in your hair, or pulling up to a club in style, your beauty getting out of a sleek muscle car, instantaneously making everyone envious of you."

Addison opened her eyes with a smile, "Okay, I'm in."

I chuckled, "To which one?"

"Why both of them, of course," Addison gave me a playful slap.

"Well, in a few months, when its ready, you'll be my first call."

"Well, I better be your second!"

The shout came from behind Addison, startling her.

I walked over to Heath, an eight year old moppy haired kid who lived right behind the auto shop. "You know it," I ruffled his hair. "Heath, I'd like you to meet Addison." I turned towards Addison, "And Addison, this is Heath, the little car junkie who lives behind the shop."

"Hello, Heath," Addison kneeled down to shake his hand.

"I don't like her," Heath crossed his arms as he glanced up at me. "Why can't I be first? I helped with the brakes and I'll do your first three oil changes," he finished by holding up three fingers.

"How about we both go on the first ride together?" Addison smiled sweetly at Heath, which was enough to melt my heart, but she still added a cherry for him, leaning into his ear and not so subtly whispering, "Or maybe you and I can take the first ride and we'll leave Wyatt at home; you can even drive?"

Heath's grin went ear to ear, "Okay, Wyatt, she's a good one." He then started walking toward my car, "You can keep her."

Addison blushed three different shades of red while I just rolled my eyes.

I explained what still needed to be fixed on the car and how Gary was helping me get the parts I couldn't get at the junkyard at discounted prices. The rest was up to me... and Heath as he reminded.

Addison listened with rapt intetest, and though she wasn't into cars, she felt exactly as I did at the conservatory; it was growing on her. She could go for a ride just to ride as I could walk through a grove of flowers just for the scenery.

Perhaps it's not the things we do, but who we do them with?

"How about dinner?" I offered with a smirk, "Since you got breakfast, my treat."

Addison smirked in a way that made me dizzy, "That was for all you did for me last night; I'll pay for dinner too."

"Nah," I shook my head and then Stated, "Dinner's on me."

"Well, at least let me pay for a movie afterwards," Addison's expression pleaded the same.

"Okay, you're on."

"Wait," Heath interrupted. "We're not working on the car today?"

"Afraid not, my friend," I ruffled his hair again. "Today was about showing it off; but don't worry, we'll work on it soon."

"Oh, all right," Heath dejectedly walked out the door.

Addison looked at me affectionately, "I didn't know you were the fatherly type."

"I wouldn't necessarily call it fatherly as much as his Dad is out of the picture and he gravitated to the shop about a year and a half ago." I then chuckled at the memory, "His Mom took some serious convincing to let him come over, but, even after multiple assurances by us he'd be okay, she only agreed after her son started rattling off the correct camshaft specifications for a 350 Chevrolet small-block engine. He is an absolute sponge." I then shrugged my shoulders, "I guess that by fatherly you mean someone he looks up to, then I suppose you're right."

"It's really sweet that you do that. Not everyone would, and it means the world to Heath."

I changed the subject with a smile, and offered my hand without even thinking about it, "You ready for that dinner?" Yes, accepting praise was not my strongest of suits.

"Absolutely," Addison graciously took my offering, though our hand hold only lasted until I had to lock the door.

*

Dinner was amazing and the food was great as well. It was as if Addison and I just clicked, like two puzzle pieces interlocking as one. We even did the couples stuff of holding hands and sharing popcorn at the movie. Damn, why couldn't I be a few years older or her a few years younger?

*

When we arrived back at our places, I had wanted to kiss Addison, but my sanity won out. Today was not about Addison's teenage hormone of a neighbor stealing a kiss or copping a feel of the woman next door. This wasn't a date. Today was about Addison having a good day despite her asshole of a boyfriend being in Las Vegas with another woman.

I kept everything to myself as I walked to my porch, pausing momentarily to offer a fond, "I had a wonderful day, Addison; thank you. Goodnight and sweet dreams," I finished with a smile.

"I had a wonderful day as well," Addison replied in kind. "Good night."

*

I had just laid down, a content smile strewn across my face. Yes, the day was good, great even, and it was just the right amount of perfect to carry me through the rigors of High School on a Monday. My eyes were just sealing shut when a light tapping began to occur on my window. It could be only one person.

I got up and quckly opened my window. "Hey, Addison," I whispered. "Is everything okay?" I was genuinely concerned. In the hour we were apart; what could have possibly happened?

Addison gave a demure smile, "I just didn't want to be alone," she finished by biting her lower lip.

"Well step right in," I offered my hand and she accepted it easily.

I laid in bed, my arm around my neighbor as she snuggled into my side.

"Still can't get that asshole out of your mind, huh?"

"That's not it," Addison tilted her head and started nibbling my neck. "Right now, I have someone else in mind. Her hand, which was on my chest, glided south until it caressed my manhood.

"I thought you said we'd have to go on a date first?"

"Addison gave a slight snicker, "What do you think today was?"

"Uh," My voice caught at the realization that, yes, today felt like a date; perhaps the greatest date of my life. "Yes, and I must say the greatest I've ever been on, but..."

It has been a few months since my last girlfriend and, at eighteen, my hormones were in overdrive, especially with this twenty-six year old beautiful woman coming on to me, but I've also witnessed firsthand the effects of cheating and I needed that clarity... "What about your boyfriend?"

Addison pulled back slightly, her breath now in my ear, "So Brodie's allowed to go to Las Vegas with some super slut just aching for his dick and I'm not allowed to enjoy myself with a great guy?"

Solid point. The hypocrisy in my question was baffling. If one is cheating, the other should be empowered as well. I turned my head and gave a light brushing of her lips with mine.

Now, all day, Addison and I joked around freely. It was what made the day so special. We would go back and forth and it created our chemistry. So I embellished on what she just said about the girl with her boyfriend and turned it on her as a joke.

I even laughed as I Stated, "That makes you a super slut, mine alone, just aching for my dick; a mild mannered veterinarian to everyone else but my personal Bitch in heat with me, satiated into a stupor only when I am satisfied, no matter how, when, or where." My smile was ear to ear.

Addison laughed at my words before something more carnal overtook her. She nibbled at my earlobe before, in a hushed whiper full of pure seduction, she breathed, "Yes..." Simultaneously, she rocked her body desperately against me as her hand delved into my boxers hungrily stroking my erection while her lips latched with absolute need with mine. The kiss was deep and aggressive, her tongue probing all things sexual, before she let up slightly to finish her response to my Statement, "to all of it."

My lips found hers and my hands found the hem of her pajama top. It was the end of any and all resistance from me.

Addison quickly relieved herself of her pants before pulling down my boxers, allowing me to kick them off to the floor. Her lips found mine again as she threw her leg over my waist before she pulled back a little, taking my lower lip briefly as she did, "Your slutty Bitch is going to fuck the shit out of you now."

It was said so matter of factly, it ratcheted up my arousal by a factor of ten.

Addison's smile was sheer animalistic as she descended upon my manhood and she mewled excitedly as she reached my base.

Damn, was Addison wet. "Whoa." It was as if my cock slid into a pool built just for it. I couldn't stop the involuntarily lurch from my groin and it was met with an enthusiastic gasp from my partner.

"All for you, Baby." Addison punctuated that declaration by lifting higher and then dropping down again.

My hands gravitated to her breasts, two wonderfully proportioned orbs of flesh that I couldn't help but manipulate. I molded. I squeezed. I flicked and twisted the nipples; they were so hard I swear they could cut glass.

Addison plunged upon my tool in explosive need. She did so many variants to the same action, it was mindboggling. She went up and down, circular, straight grinding, she reached back and played with my balls, she used her internal muscles to grip my manhood... It was intoxicating.

I couldn't take it anymore. Was it awesome Addison was riding my brains into mush? Absolutely. But it was so pleasurable, my body wanted more. My hands took hold of Addison's hips and thrust hard back into her depths. But I wasn't anywhere near done. I went on a rampage, slamming into her channel as if I were a piston while forcing her body with all my might down upon the invader.

Somehow, some way, Addison had enough of her wits about her to lower her lips to my ear, "We're not using a condom so let me know when you're about to cum and I'll take care of it... Now fuck your Bitch."

Addison spurned me forward like no other. I was a man on a mission as I sent a repeating barrage of thrusts deep into her wanton pussy with reckless abandon. It was a torrid pace and one that kept Addison right on the verge of euphoria.

I tried to hold on and wait for Addison. I really did, but she was just too addictive with her own movements to garner my release. I'm sorry Addison.

"I'm about to..." It was all that I could strain out without blowing directly into her womb.

Addison was quick in her dismount and I thought she would use her hand or maybe my boxers to finish me off, but no; her mouth was on my member in half a heartbeat. Her tongue swirling and caressing as her head bobbed down all the way to my pubic hair and back again, all the while her hand massaged my balls

It was far too much. I grabbed my pillow to cover my mouth and I screamed as I released a torrent of cum into Addison.

It was a truly shocking revelation that as I was cumming hard into Addison's willing mouth, she was cumming as well. I felt her body quake as she swallowed load after load, moaning wildly around my shaft.

Addison slithered up and into my body. She purred contentedly as she burrowed into my side, "I never came so hard or so much in my life." Her body shivered in an aftershock at the thought. "Jordan used to force me to do that, so I never did with Brodie, but you, Baby, I'll eat your cum for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Best. Meal.

Ever."

I held Addison tightly, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, because that was absolutely amazing for me. You can do that to me anytime."

We laid there, just talking about the simple things in life; High School and my future as a mechanic to how early we both had to get up before we came upon the melancholy of her plans of moving in with Brodie when her lease expired.

Addison's head was on my chest, her hand began lightly caressing my limp extremity. She wasn't trying to get me hard as much as it was just sort of something for her to do, though it was working. "Did you enjoy fucking another man's girl?"

I knew everything about Addison, and, if truth be told, I had fallen for the woman years ago and the recent knowledge I had obtained was the proverbial icing on the cake. After the wonder of last night, the amazingness of today, and the undeniably incredible evening tonight had been, I wasn't going to let our age difference stop me from going for it.

"I wouldn't call it fucking another man's girl as much as I would say I was trying to steal another man's woman. I love you, Addison."

Addison shivered as she clutched my body. I wasn't sure what she was feeling; only her actions dictated closeness. I had to see her face. I rolled us over, my body next to her lying form with my head hovering above hers.

Addison was crying.

Addison was smiling.

Through the waterfalls of liquid and pools of hazel, I swear I saw Addison's soul. It screamed, 'Yes! I love you!' and it was echoed, albeit far more meekly, as she dried her eyes, "I love you, too."

I positioned myself on top of Addison, my manhood at heaven's gate. I leaned down, noting her angelic smile, and kissed her soft lips.

The kiss wasn't as full of need as it was before, yet it was just as passionate. It wasn't hunger as much as it was our mutual love for each other funneling to and from our souls to a point where I could not tell you where I ended and Addison began.

I slid in effortlessly. I held it momentarily before pulling back until only the tip remained before bottoming out again. I did once more, and as I did, I was met by the upward rising of Addison's hips.

It was a slow coupling and it mimicked our kiss in every way. We were latched together in two places, but it seemed we were melding into one. I have never in my life experienced such feeling nor do I truly know how to explain it.

Addison simultaneously wrapped her arms and legs around me. I couldn't disagree as I cherished the closeness it presented, and it spurned me to increase my tempo... and we didn't even break our continuity as she did the same; Addison simply knew.

I truly didn't want to break our kiss. I didn't. Unfortunately, it had to be done. Upon separation, I immediately missed the connection, but still felt what it represented.

"Addison, I'm going to cum."

I went to pull out, but Addison's legs clamped around me, her arms pulling me down tighter causing my head to be next to hers, her lips in my ear. "Cum in me, Baby. If you want to make a thousand babies, or have me take the morning after pill, or even adoption, whatever you want, just cum in me. Steal me away from that asshole and mark me as yours; mark me as your Bitch, forever."

I wasn't sure what the consequences would be; was it a safe time for her or would we get lucky? If not, I knew she had a well paying career, but none of that factored into my decision. I knew Addison needed this. I could hear it in her voice - and I wanted to give Addison everything she wanted, needed for eternity.

As soon as I began to cum, Addison did as well. She clamped her hand over her mouth to thwart the scream. I, however, was in a locked position. It was a reflex action as my mouth went to her shoulder. I was cognizant enough not to bite down fully and break the skin, but I did leave a small indentation.

As I came down from my high, I fell to her side, "Sorry about that."

Addison turned to face me, her expression one of pure happiness, "Don't apologize, I love that you marked me twice." She curled into me and we easily fell asleep.

*

It was a slow and painful morning. I cringed as my alarm went off while Addison simply smacked the nuisance. It was already considered morning when we finished our activities and the time from then and to the alarm was not lengthy.

I kissed Addison, "I'll see you in an hour,"

"I don't want leave," Addison then kissed me. "But I'm already going to be in a rush and there is no way I'm not taking my man to school."

"I can get a ride; you don't have to rush."

"No, its not that; I just have to stop and buy a laptop before work, as well. I spilt coffee on mine on Friday and it won't come back on. I meant to pick one up over the weekend, but..." Addison smiled not so innocently. "Love you, Baby. See you in an hour."

"You can borrow my laptop if you want."

"Are you sure?" Addison looked at me curiously. "I only need something to type up the reports for my patient's owners."

"Certainly." Am I sure? Of course I was sure. Never in my time knowing Addison had she ever done anything to anyone's property. She would give you the shirt off her back if it was so needed. Not that I used it anyway, as I tend to be on my tablet for anything that requires a computer. Besides, there was one irrefutable fact... "I love you, too."