3 weeks with Adam

Jodie's red heel dangled precariously from her toes as she mindlessly looked through a bridal magazine she had borrowed from Tiffany. She had begun reading them pretty regularly at the start of November, especially when she spent time with Adam. The first time he saw her take it out of her purse at her doctor's office for her monthly shot she thought he would run screaming from the waiting room. Which would've been fine with her, she would've just ignored the appointment if Adam hadn't checked her phone for her while they were cuddling in bed and watching a romantic movie.

'I thot, like, I would just die! But he didn't, like, go through everything. I nearly broke up with a girl cause she'd do that all the time. Nearly tho, cause she gave the best hummers.' Jodie giggled to herself and licked her lips suddenly hungry.

Jodie did find out in that first week of November that Adam wasn't lying about his lack of closet space, he had more clothes than Jodie. The cheapest of which was more expensive than anything Jodie owned. A part of her would wonder from time to time if she shouldn't stay with Adam. After all, Adam was intelligent, handsome, and he would always ask about her day when they went to fancy restaurants or simply stayed in and he cooked for the both of them.

"I wish I had someone to teach me to cook when I was growing up. The most I could cook for myself was, like, pop tarts."

Adam smiled and held Jodie's hand, "I'm sure you could learn. Trust me, if I can cook, so can you."

"No you're totally great at it."

"Not really, but you know what might be fun? They have cooking classes we could take together."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Jodie smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, her silver earrings shimmering in the evening light. It was a strange feeling to feel her and Adam's relationship mature even while she wanted to end it with him. She would often think back to what Tiffany had told her, that maybe it was possible for her to change him for the better before any of that had to happen.

"I'd like that... I'd like it even more if you were more honest too." Adam was flabbergasted at Jodie's comment that came out of left field. "I mean, like, with your feelings and stuff."

"I guess I don't understand."

"For instance, you never really talk about Camila or your family."

"Neither do you." Jodie pouted, her parents probably thought she was dead by now and no doubt it made them happier than they'd ever been. "You don't have to I was just-"

"No... I...I want to." And for some reason she really did want to unburden herself. "My parents, like, well they sucked. My mom didn't let me be me cause it'd make my dad upset and even then, like, my dad was always dissa-he just never thought I was good enough. I'm, like, pretty sure they think I'm dead by now." Being with Eric meant he already knew nearly everything that happened between her and her parents but...it also meant never talking about it because he didn't want to **** her to relive that hurt.

"I understand, I think." Adam held Jodie's hand gently in his, "We're not...as close as I would like. Approval is something that was always...hard earned for me." Adam gritted his teeth unsure just how much to tell her without scaring her off

Jodie sat in Adam's lap, kissing him softly as she wrapped her arms around him. Eric could only understand so much how much it must hurt to not feel a parent's love but Adam knew first hand, and in a way that made them kindred spirits.

Adam tensed for a moment before closing his eyes and resting his head on hers. Few girlfriends had known more than Jodie did but understood less. "Would you like to meet them?" He wasn't sure what compelled him to ask but it was out there now.

Before she knew just what she was doing Jodie had agreed, "When?"

"Thanksgiving?"

"...Okay." Jodie swallowed hard, the last few years it had just been her and a bottle of scotch for Thanksgiving while Eric was visiting his mother.

Adam kissed Jodie sweetly, his gratitude in every kiss. "I love you." He whispered. Not for the world but for her and only her.

Jodie nuzzled into his neck, kissing him softly in return, licking his wounds, "I love you too." She said just as softly, wishing she knew if it was a lie. This certainly was not the end of their close conversation as they unburdened themselves on the nights Jodie spent with Adam, whether it was about their family issues or their hopes or even their exes. Which after a slip is how Adam discovered his girlfriend had dated women in the past, a fact he found incredibly hot.

"Oh, that's cute." Jodie said to herself as she tore out a gown from the bridal magazine and placed it in her binder, completely ignoring the ringing phone at her desk. She knew her plan was to simply scare Adam away, giving them both a clean break up….but at times she did find herself imagining how she would look on her wedding day. Who she married tended to change from day to day and that began to concern her. Sometimes it was Eric. Sometimes it was Adam. Sometimes both and sometimes neither. Jodie never imagined her future, let alone spending that future with anyone, now she was picturing wedding venues and dresses and songs and meeting parents. It was getting harder and harder to convince herself that her life was temporary.

Especially when he went out of his way to do things just to make her smile. Like the time she was at the Howlin' at the Moon when she was playing a set on stage for over an hour when she spotted him walking through the crowd and finding himself a booth. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to tell him she had seen her, and that she appreciated him being there simply because he wanted to be. "Alright everyone, I hope you don't mind but I'd like to, like, switch gears for a moment. If not...well the bar's over there." She laughed breathlessly into the mic as the crowd joined in with her.

She never liked her singing, but he did for some reason. Her therapist told her taking more risks as herself would help her reach a realization about herself...she didn't entirely understand it but she knew the riskiest thing for her right now was to open her mouth and let the music flow.

"I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty.I've got whozits and whatzits galore. You want thingamabobs?" She added a flourish to the keys, eliciting laughter from the crowd. "I've got twenty!" Even through the dim light of the club she could still see Adam's smiling as he recalled their shared memory. His smile urged her onward as she continued to belt out the children's song to the delight of the crowd which to her surprise joined in midway through. By the end there were more shouted requests for similar songs.

By the time her break had come up she had made several hundred dollars in tips and ran to greet Adam. As she drew closer she heard him say over the crowd to a waitress, "I'm waiting on my girlfriend actually."

"What's she look like," Jodie asked as she stood by the table, "maybe I've seen her?"

"She has kind eyes." Adam smiled, enjoying the small game.

"That all?"

"Beautiful hair."

"Let me guess, like, she's got a great personality too." Jodie rolled her eyes and elbowed the confused waitress at her side.

"Yeah she does."

"Ah, so she's snaggletooth. Got it."

"Hey!" Adam laughed.

Jodie looked to the waitress ignoring him completely as she sat in the booth beside him, "Can you, like, get him a Jack and coke and I'll have a sex on the beach while we wait for his, total butterfaced girlfriend."

The waitress looked confused before simply walking away from the couple, "Butterfaced?"

"You said it."

"No-"

"Great personality? Everybody and, like, their momma knows what that means."

"And you know what I will do to someone who talks bad about the woman I love. Especially you."

Jodie smirked in the darkness as she took her tips from the fishbowl, "You'll forget before we get home." One of the rules Adam later established after their initial conversation about their family was not allowing Jodie to talk bad about herself after he caught her making one too many self-deprecating jokes.

"Who says I'm going to wait until then?"

"Yeah right." She wiggled in her seat excitedly as she pretended to count.

Suddenly he had her by her chin and **** her to look up at him in the eyes. They glinted in the club light, with the cold steel she had come to recognize as simply, the Dom look, while his voice took on the same authoritative edge as at the party, "Try me." Jodie swallowed hard and bit her lip, remembering the hard spanking and week of denial and teasing she received for having an orgasm without his permission after the party.

"Yes, Sir." She whispered finally and leaned against him as the confused waitress returned with their drinks.

After several minutes of drinking slowly and Jodie counting her money, multiple times to ensure it was the same number every time, she put her money away in her bag and turned once again to Adam.

"But fer real I'm surprised you came. I didn't think it was, like, your kind of place."

Adam shook his head, "I prefer jazz myself...but I wanted to see you. And you said how much fun you were having at your other job."

"I didn't think you were even listening."

"It's something I'm working on."

"See, you don't have to, like, go around buying gifts for everyone just...let them in, and, like, listen...and stuff."

"Uhuh, so I should just tell you things instead of say, giving you a present?"

Jodie swallowed hard, remembering her present, "For me you do both." She giggled.

The present Adam had promised her on Halloween was in her inbox that Monday afternoon, after her doctor visit, under a stack of boring envelopes and papers in a simple box with her name on the top. Carefully she opened the box and found another more ornate box inside with a small note attached which simply read; For being a good girl - Love Adam.

"Miss Applebottom," Jodie quickly snapped the box shut and turned to see Adam standing over her shoulder, "I think you had best wait to open that at home. Don't you?"

Jodie swallowed, "Y-yes Sir."

"Good. Because I would love to see you enjoying it later, so don't open it until I tell you." She placed the box under her desk between her feet, where she would constantly look towards it throughout her day with wonder and curiousity.

Once home and alone in the safety of her own room, she sat the black box on her bed. Unopened. Waiting. All through dinner she looked towards her bedroom door. She faked her way through conversation with Lauren until she was picked up by her boyfriend for a night of fun and normalcy.

Later Adam called her on video chat. "You look delicious." Jodie smiled up at the camera, it's angle giving Adam a great view of the cleavage peeking through her extended dress length shirt.

"Thank you...Sir." Jodie smiled nervously.

"Have you been a good girl and not opened your present?"

"Yes Sir. I wanted to, like, a lot, but I didn't…" Jodie was unsure why she so proudly announced her obedience but his smile made the embarrassment worthwhile.

"Good girl, then you may open your present." Jodie slowly reached into the black box and felt a piece of hard rubber inside and immediately blushed upon realizing she was once again grasping Adam's hard cock. "Did you find something of interest to you?"

Taking the hard cock out she anxiously bit her lip and stared at it for a moment. Somehow...it seemed different, it was an exact enough replica to be sure but, this was not a plug, or an article of clothing she could wear for a time and enjoy based on the material alone. She would be admitting something to herself if she enjoyed it alone.

"Do you like it?" Adam's confident voice faltered for but a moment.

"I love it." Jodie smiled and licked her lips.

"I thought you might." His usual self assured tone had returned along with his smile, "I want you to put on a show for me."

"Yes Sir." Jodie pushed the office chair back and stood, slowly she grasped the sides of her dress, slowly pulling one side up and then the other before lowering it again. A few months ago this would have been such a strange act to her, dancing for a man and hoping she could turn him on, but now it felt almost routine.

Pulling up her dress she revealed a purple garter belt, before turning around and exposing her beautiful behind was encased in matching purple panties as she slid her dress off. Slowly she unhooked her bra and turned around while covering her chest with her hand before finally picking up the molded dildo.

Tracing her new toy across her chest and down her flat stomach Jodie moaned eagerly, "Where should this big boy go first?" She cooed. She knew where she wanted it to go, unfortunately from the bulge in her panties she could not hide her secret for long if she did even as she traced the edges of her panties. "Hmm, no I know where he goes." Slowly she brought the cock up to her mouth and wrapped her tongue around the familiar head. Losing herself she slurped Adam's cock as she grasped her own penis within her fingers underneath the table in the darkness. The thrilling feeling quickly drove her closer and closer to ecstacy.

Recognizing the familiar look upon her face Adam asked in his firm voice, "Are you about to be a bad girl?"

Jodie bit her lip and stopped herself, "P-please?!"

"Please what?"

"Please….Sir can I cum?"

"Good girl. You can cum for me." Arching her back, she took all of the cock in her mouth while she stroked her penis.

Even now as she thought back to her orgasm that night as it rippled across her body she couldn't help but notice how different it felt to be using her hand once more after having gotten so used to having her lovers bring her to an earth shuddering orgasm.

"Jodie?"

Jodie sat up, slipping her heel back in place and closed her bridal magazine, "Yes Mr. Wesker?"

"...The phone is reading."

Jodie giggled, "Oops." She wondered just how many calls she missed as she daydreamed about the last few weeks.