I woke up before Randall caused by the need to pee, and just like the first time we had sex, there was pain but it wasn't too bad, it was aching. The moment I started walking and then to pee however, I knew it was just like the first time if not worst but I was still tired and sleepy so I made my way back to the bedroom, still naked.
The condition of the room seems as if a tornado has passed through a condom and wet wipe factory. Between the heat of the moment, Randall just removed the condom then wiped, before dicking me down again. I thought he had pulled one box of condom but I was wrong, he pulled three or more. Between the ones he used, he made numerous mistakes of taking up the empty packs then had to reach for another box since he had no patience.
Between the sex, and laugher wherever we make a mistake or certain sound, we enjoyed ourselves. I wasn't no sex addict but with Randall is was clear as crystal. No one should have that much stamina.
I walked over to the bed and got in, going under the covers when I felt his arm wrapping around me. He completely turned me towards him, pulling me to lay on his chest. "Let me sleep."
"Fine, half an hour." He grumbled and I hummed, falling asleep on his chest.
It felt like two minutes the next time I woke up, seeing Randall walking around the room naked as he picks up each and every condom and used wipes. I held back my laugher as he separates the items; the condoms he didn't use was placed inside the box, the used condom and it's wrapper along with the used wipes he threw inside the small bin he had to the side. Sometimes he makes mistakes taking up the empty wrapper instead of the unopened ones. I couldn't help but laugh when he does it twice in a row.
"It's funny right?"
"It sure is." I told him, laughing hard and he stood straight looking down at himself. I got quiet realized how he had to be hard at a time like this. "Are you serious?"
"Are you up for another round?" He teased and I rolled my eyes, giving him the middle finger. He looked shocked but didn't react more than that, so I got off his king sized bed and began to pull the sheets off. I stripped the bed and left the condoms on the floor in a pile for him to see.
I took a quick shower and got dressed as he watched me. I didn't give him much attention as I opened the balcony door to see the same mess outside so I turned to him. "Out here needs cleaning."
Looking down as I remember seeing condom falling and I gasp, there were two floating in the pool.
"Babe. Their is two in the pool..." I suddenly squealed seeing Vincent cleaning the pool and uses the big net to remove the condoms. Having no shame at all, this man walked out in his naked glory, look down at the caretaker who salute to him.
I went back inside, embarrassed to call that man my boyfriend so I left to find the laundry room. I didn't didn't find it so I brought the basket back into the room, following the coffee aroma in the air. It led me to the kitchen where JoAnn was pouring a cup and I sigh.
"Good morning." I greeted and she looked up and smile.
"Good morning dear. I was just about to call upstairs to bring your breakfast up."
"Oh no, that won't be necessary. I wouldn't want you to go through all that trouble." I told her. "Do you need help to make breakfast."
"No dear, sit and rest." Her eye twinked and for the second time today, I felt embarrassed so I got seated and thanked her for the coffee. "I hope the mosquitoes didn't bother you too much."
I could only hum, before her loud laugher floods the kitchen.
"I'm sorry dear, I couldn't help but ask." She added, moving around the kitchen. "I know our Randall can be a little obsessed but he could've spared you bit."
"Obsessed?" That was the only thing I caught from her words.
"Yes. When he loves, he loves hard. He gets attached, but he's always caring and protective."
I didn't like the sound of that by her tone but smile as if I liked that, but I was freaking out inside. She made pancakes, waffles and bacons but I didn't eat much, forcing it down with a glass of orange juice that she gave me.
When Randall entered, he had a smile on his face until he saw me eating the pancake.
"JoAnn?" He called.
"Yes Randall?" She answered, turned around from cleaning the kitchen.
"Please don't prepare those for Lavender again. Make grits, harsh browns, eggs or any types of sandwich." He demanded and I turned to look at him completely, ready to speak but he stop me. "I don't want to hear it, I left my phone in the car last night. I'm going to get it."
He kissed my head and left, so I turned to JoAnn. "I'm sorry about that..."
"It's fine dear." She told me but I shook my head.
"It's not. I just didn't want to be rude and refuse what you've cooked but this is the second time in my whole life that I tasted or eaten pancakes and waffles." Her mouth opened, staring at me with disbelief. "I don't live here in America, so I'm not use to these."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." She looked upset and I felt bad that Randall had to speak on it. "Where do you live if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm from the Caribbean."
Her expression never changes but she looked curious. "I don't know a thing about the Caribbean but what do you usually eat for breakfast there?"
"Oh. Fruit, porridge, fritters, vegetables patty, eggs, bacon, sandwiches and anything really. I don't fancy waffles and pancakes but other persons there eats it, not me." I explained drinking the remaining orange juice.
"Lavender!" Randall called so I looked over my shoulder not seeing him .
"Yes babe?" I answered.
"Come here."
Sighing, I smiled at JoAnn before getting up and left. I could feel her eyes piercing into my back and I just know for a fact that she didn't like me. I concealed the expression on my face as I saw him at the stairs.
"What's up?" I asked.
"We're going for a walk." He announced, so I shrugged and followed him.
I got a tour of his home, every inch from top to bottom and also the outside. He surprised me when he went for a walk and stumbled upon a his stables, having four horses inside. Two cute pony whites, a little brunette and a strong black stallion. He promised to teach me how to ride sometimes but I laughed, telling him I knew how to.
Testing that theory, we put the saddles on two whites after bushing them since the brunette was too young and the stallion was resting. I climbed up without his help and run my fingers through the hair. "Quite the show off I never thought you'll be."
"It's not showing off, It's all natural for me to prove you wrong." I blurted out, holding the strap as the horse followed behind the other. Randall was leading us out of the barn and into the open meadows.
"Just how you've proven me wrong last night." He remarked and chuckled when I started blushing.
We look a spin around the meadows as the sky was cloudy and the sun was barely peeking out. We've been silent for awhile until I decided to speak up about something that has been on my mind. "Randall?"
"Yes love?" He answered, looking over at me as we rode side by side.
"Are you a sex addict?"
He chuckled but not at all surprised, it just sounded nervous. "I think I am."
"You think?" I scoffed audibly as that was the answer I needed.
"Yeah, I think I am or do I need a doctor to tell me?" He sounds offended so I sighed.
"Sorry for asking, it's really not my business." I apologized, making a clicking sound with my mouth as I ushered for the horse to move faster. I had him speeding up a bit as we approached the stables before I hailed him to slow down.
Randall was right behind me and has been calling but I completely ignored him. Vincent was in the stables and he took Snow from my hand after I got down and I thanked him, going in the direction of the house. "Lavender! Babe!"
I continued walking until he ran to catch up with me, hold my arm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way." He apologized and I shook my head.
"It's fine, I shouldn't have asked. It's not my business..." I stated, looking out at the house only to see someone peeking from a window. Definitely JoAnn. Randall was so focused on me that he didn't notice it.
"Of course it is, I just didn't know how to properly explain it. I've never been asked before but the signs are there." He stressed. "Love, forgive me..."
"Randall!" A voice called and we looked in that direction, seeing a model figure brunette waving as she's approaching us.
"Flora?" Randall called and I removed his hand from my arm then moved, just in time to see the girl throwing herself at him. Literally.
Her arms around his neck, her long legs around his waist and her lips on cheek since he decided to move it quickly. He dodged her kisses and she was so caught up in hugging him that she didn't realize. He pealed her off him and she was grinning happily.
"I came as soon as mom told me you were here. I missed you babe." She squealed happily.
Me on the other hand cringed and the expression that followed was disgust. It stayed on my face when she gasp and looked at me.
"Sorry about that. I'm Flora, Randall's childhood sweetheart and first everything." She held her hand out but I lift mine which had visible dirt on it. I didn't want to touch her or for her to touch me. "Are you his new fling? He brings them around in the night but I thought you'll be gone by now, it's almost noon..."
"Flora!" He hissed at her, grabbing a hold of her arm.
Seeing and hearing all this, all I did was smile. "It's fine, I'm actually leaving right now."
I turned and walked away from them, hearing how she was trying to stop him from coming after me. However, the stubborn man keeps yelling my name.
I kicked my shoes off at the bottom of the steps by the side door, walking in with my mud splattered pants. As his voice got closer, I started running as fast as I could going up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom.
Just when I was about to close the door in his face, he put his knee there and stopped it from closing. "Babe, please."
Rolling my eyes, I walked further into his bedroom to see that the sheets have changed and it was in the same condition it was in as the first time I came here. I went to the bathroom with him following and I started to strip down to my underwear.
"Could you please let me explain?".
"Explain what, babe." I teased him using the same tone of voice his childhood sweetheart has. "How I asked a question about your sexual nature and got a sarcastic respond, but obviously your girlfriend knew how active you are on a daily basis."
"She's not my girlfriend and yes, she is my childhood sweetheart but that's because she grew up with me. JoAnn has been working for my family for years so her daughter would stay with my family sometimes..." He started.
"Wait, so she is JoAnn's daughter?" I commented then laughed dryly when he nods. "No wonder she was acting like that."
"Like what?"
"Nothing, it's not your business and while your wasting your time explaining things to me. Could you please get your keys so you can take me to the nearest bus stop." I remarked, walking away from him to enter the shower, sliding the glass door close.
"Lavender, we need to talk about this..."
"No we don't." I sang with laughter in my voice, almost childishly.
"Yes we do. We can't leave without talking things through..."
"There is no we. They will no longer be a we, Randall." I argued, lathering my body with the coconut scent soap he bought for me. "I know how this will end and I don't like drama."
"I'm not leaving you, what can't you just let me explain?"
"What are you going to explain, Randall? How Madame long legs grew up with you and you are each other's first everything. How you know JoAnn for years and wouldn't believe some new fling over her. You had the nerve to be here trying to waste you time hoping I'll listen but don't do it on my account, I don't care. How stupid can you men be, I may not know you American men but everything with a dick thinks the same... You must think I'm stupid to listen to you after witnessing all this. I may be one of your flings but you won't get the chance to be something serious with me. I'm a fucking mother Randall, and if you think I have the time to waste with you then you're wrong."
He stood there watching me, after I washed the soap from my body then quickly dried myself with the towel.
"I'm not using you. I wouldn't do you like that!" He shouted.
"I don't know that." I answered with attitude. "That's why you people date don't it? To see what's out there every night as your sweetheart puts it."
"Fuck Lavender, can you just stand for a moment and let me talk!" He yelled angrily.
"Talking about what? I'm not stupid Randall. Be glad you had your chance to get a tight piece of pussy that haven't been fucked for almost five years. I've gotten my release, you've gotten your after weeks of not getting any. I applaud you." I clapped sarcastically. "I bet that's a milestone for you. No wonder you fucked me like a man who have been in prison for years. Fuck you Randall, just take me home."
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