Natasha
Steve?
I widen my eyes in surprise when I see that the driver of the car passing me is my husband.
Oh, thank God. Or to the goddess.
When I heard a car approaching, I thought for a moment about asking for a ride, but I realized that I was naked and the best thing was to keep running because God knows what kind of perverts we can find on the roads.
Steve parks on the side of the road and gets out of the car and walks towards me in shock.
“What the hell are you doing here at this hour, Steve? What about pajamas? “I measure him from head to toe. Steve looks like he got out of bed and decided to go for a drive. But we're an hour away from home. "Oh my God, are you sleepwalking?" I didn't know he was a sleepwalker...
"Natasha, for God's sake!" you're naked, dammit!
“Oh… yes, I am. Long story, but can we continue this conversation in the car? I suggest, already moving to catch up with the vehicle. Steve follows me and we get into the car. I breathe a sigh of relief that I'm safe. I think the goddess really exists! If you got Steve out of bed and made him come over here to save me!
— Natasha, can you explain this to me? If there is any explanation! What do you mean I was running in the middle of the road, at dawn, naked?
I start to laugh. Because, hey, it's really funny. Now that I'm safe, everything feels like something out of some really bad comedy movie.
- Why are you laughing? This is not funny.
- And yes! I can not stop.
“My goodness, Natasha, what's gotten into you? I saw your note saying you were on a sabbath with your mom and her crazy friends in the middle of the woods...
"Yes, basically that!" And you should see Steve, they are crazy! They dance and sing around the fire and drink cheap wine that they say is a potion or whatever, and smoke .
"Wait... did you smoke?" Are you high?
"No..." I refute, but I think it's kind of obvious that the weed must be having an effect, yes. - Lie. I think I am.
“Fuck, Natasha.
“Hey, don't be silly. I remember you told me you went crazy in Amsterdam once and imitated Posh Spice!
"Let's not lose focus here!" And why was she running naked by herself?
“Because that's part of the ritual.
"Running naked on the freeway?"
"Dancing naked in the moonlight!" Yes, I know, it sounds bizarre, because it is. And then all of a sudden we heard police sirens and everybody started running. I got scared and didn't even remember where my car was. I just ran. You know. I can't be arrested, I don't look good in orange!
“My goodness, Natasha, what a danger! Gone mad?
“I didn't think, I just ran.
"And why were you in your mother's crazy ritual?" In the middle of the night and that note... you were talking about marital problems...
"As if you don't know what I'm talking about!"
“No, I don't know.
"You're not in love with me anymore!"
"What do you mean... where did you get that?" Of course I love you.
"You might even love." But he no longer has a crush on me, and I saw, on that show, a crush lasts a maximum of two years. And look, ours has already expired. That's why he's in love with Peggy Parker! I burst into tears remembering Steve's hot little Disney princess secretary. "And she even has a lover's name!" Must be a curse from the name? There must be a sisterhood of Camilas out there, all on a mission to destroy marriages! And the boss must be the new queen! Oh my, Steve, we're all chipped because she ascended to the throne! The queen of lovers...
— Okay, I got lost, here, what does my secretary have to do with all this? Steve cuts me off with a confused look.
"Are you going to play dumb?" Not in love with Peggy?
- No! She's my secretary, for God's sake, and you know I never get involved with female employees.
I point to myself.
"I think I've set a precedent!"
— You were an isolated, unique and last case — Steve counters emphatically.
- Serious?
"Damn it, Natasha, is all this madness because you were jealous of my secretary?"
- Of course. I'm not jealous...
“Okay, imagine if I had.
"Don't turn the spotlight on me, adulterer!"
— I'm not an adulterer, I'm not cheating on you.
"Not even in thought?" Didn't you fantasize about the nice hot secretary? Hmm?
“No, I haven't.
Steve answers without even batting an eye and I wonder if I should believe him. Am I really travelling?
“But…she's perfect. She's sweet, and sweet, and pretty, with blonde curls and...
- No, and you.
“That should be fine, since you said you sometimes wish I was different.
“That I cannot deny. In moments like this one, for example, when I find her running naked in the middle of the road and accusing me of being an adulterer. Or when you dress our daughter up as the queen to scare me to death at night like a goddamn horror movie!
"Okay, looks like you really hate me!"
- I do not hate you! So as to. If she was upset, she should have talked to me. Aren't you the one who says you're the queen of communication?
- I am...
- No, it's not.
—So there's not even a little boner in the hot little Disney princess with the name of a lover?
“No, Natasha.
"It would be all right if you had."
- Serious?
I shrug.
— As long as it didn't go beyond that, of course... I've had the hots for a lot of guys... Yesterday, there was a tattooed mail guy and... I mean, the focus isn't on me, it's on you and the secretary. . And she is really hot. You know, I saw her boobs...
"I prefer yours."
Steve reaches out and touches my breasts.
— Yeah, my breasts are pretty nice... But that wasn't the only problem.
"And what problem do we still have?" He pulls me onto his lap, his hands roaming over my back and giving me goosebumps.
"You don't have the hots for me…"
- No? What do you think is that between my legs? A flashlight?
I flush with excitement when Steve squeezes my hips and I realize how horny he is right now. Oh, damn. The temperature in the car heats up and I move sinuously over him. And Steve kisses me hard, making my mind spin, my whole body heat and throb, especially where he's reaching in and stroking in a naughty way.
"Oh yeah... Can we fuck here, now?" - I murmur, with Steve's kisses wetting my neck and making me shiver.
"Damn yeah...
And in an instant, Steve is pulling down his pajama bottoms and I'm moving to sit on top of him, moaning loudly as I feel him inside me, his hands digging into my hips, dictating the pace of our sex.
"Geez, Steve... take it back... That's very horny...
I hear his laugh in my ear and it makes me crazier. I hold on to the bench and move fiercely, my breasts swaying and rubbing against his chest, our bodies rubbing, seeking, finding, and meshing to perfection, as I feel my belly burning, my thighs quivering, and the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had. times explode between my legs. And Steve squeezes me tight, coming inside me and moaning hoarsely against my mouth. I've been listening to that sound for three years now and it's still the best in the world.
“That was…” I whisper laughing and Steve kisses me.
“That was kind of reckless, because you said there were police around here. We could be arrested for indecent exposure.
People laugh. And Steve kisses me.
— I love you, Natasha Rogers. Even dressing our daughter as a queen to scare me.
— Oh, she asked to wear it at bedtime! And she looks so cute.
"Get scary!"
"And where's Penelope?" Steve, did you leave the girl alone? What if Madeleine's kidnappers catch her?
“No, he's with Henry and Sophia. And we have to go get her.
He moves me off his lap and takes off my pajama shirt and slides it over my head. We settle down as he does, a goofy, post-fuck smile still on our lips.
“I can't deny that this latest madness of yours was quite exhilarating. — He starts. “I don't think I'll ever forget you running naked down the road.
“We can do this once a year. It will be like a ritual to keep the flame burning....
“Don't freak out,” he cuts me off.
— But I think we should go to my mother's house first. I'm worried about her.
- All good.
We arrive at my parents' house ten minutes later and it's my dad who opens the door looking unfriendly as he holds a beer.
"Hey, looks like the police didn't catch you."
"Did you get Mom?"
- I'm not here! — My mother appears, thank God dressed. "And Steve, what are you doing here?"
— I came to get Natasha and I did well because I found her running naked in the middle of the road.
— Oh dear, I'm sorry, but if you stay with us you'll know where to run, you'll learn...
— Of course, Natasha will no longer participate in this — Steve interrupts her.
“Don't be mad at her. Natasha was trying to save your marriage...
"Mom, forget about it. I've already sorted it out with Steve.
— Apparently Natasha was fantasizing about these problems — Steve mocks. “Our marriage doesn't need saving.
“Or the goddess saved it,” Mom says. "At least the goddess saved a marriage..." She bites her lip like she's going to cry and I suddenly remember something in the middle of the ritual.
— Wait... I heard you say there in the middle of the forest that you wished your husband would give up on the divorce...
Dad and Mom exchange a look. Oh God. It's that look. The same look as when they told me my little bird had died. I feel my heart sink.
"Are you splitting up?"
“Yes, we are,” Mom confirms.
“Oh no…but why?
"Ask your father!" Mom looks away, taking a deep breath.
- Daddy?
My dad stands up, still holding his beer, and regards me with a solemn gaze.
"Natasha, I have something to tell you...
- What? Do you have a lover named Camila?
“I wish it were,” Mom sobs.
“Natasha…” my dad continues, “I found out I'm bisexual.
Oh. Holy. Shit!