It’s Not Your Fault Either

This is a follow up to "It's Not Your Fault" and picks up directly where the first addition of this story left off. All characters within this work of fiction are of legal age.

"The future is ours bro. You, me, and Rick can have it all as long as we stick together.. y'know?"

Walking along the shores of an early morning Panama Beach Steven passes me a joint while visualing clarifying one of his many visions for us. We'd all been there on various occasions living it up in unison prior to Steven's death.

"I mean think about it Johnny. What has this life thrown at us that we couldnt own or control man! We're destined to rule in this life brother. Don't ever forget that."

He only called me Johnny when he was serious about something. He and his mother had that in common the more I think about it.

"We gotta get Rick away from his uncle.. maybe even away from Georgia altogether for that matter Steven." I responded.

"I've got it all figured out bro. Dont worry. You always worry inside. Nobody else can see it but thats what makes you the most threatening amongst us. A gentle giant goes a long way Johnny. Quit hoggin the bud man."

I passed him back the joint after a long toke while trying not to laugh at his antics in the midst of his message.

"I mean look at us Johnny. We're young and free. Nothing can stop us long as the 3 of us stick together. Family is forever brother."

I felt my eyes watering as I went to hug him before waking up to the smell of bacon and coffee. My brother came to see me in a dream and my heart was hurt all over again. I shed a couple tears and stumbled into the bathroom directly across from Cathy's recliner to collect myself and take a much needed piss as well. I found myself standing there, gazing into my own eyes though the reflection in the mirror pondering the meaning of that dream.

I was snapped out of my trance as the bathroom door suddenly opened. On the other side of it was none other than Cathy in her black silk robe. It came to just above her knees. With no make-up and a fuck the world demeanor to boot, this woman is still gorgeous. The slight wrinkles around her face did nothing to taint her appeal and femininity. In short, my desire to have her was growing as was my cock again.

"What the fuck are you doin in here John? Searchin out your future? Breakfast is gettin cold. Get cha ass in gear. I have a doctors appointment in a couple hours. Get fed and get out."

Baffled by her actions, yet aroused by her presence I asked,"Breakfast?"

She sighed and slammed the bathroom door in response. I just shook my head, washed my hands, and pulled the sleep matter from the corners of my eyes before exiting the bathroom to enter the kitchen merely a few feet away from her living room.

Turning the corner there she was, sitting there eating a hearty breakfast composed of scrambled eggs, cheese grits, bacon, and two of her famous homemade butter biscuits. I also noticed a full plate laid out for me directly across from her. I gotta say not much surprises me but Cathy is a mystery. I mean just last night she went on an emotional rollercoaster beyond logical comprehension.

She had started a much needed (I imagine) emotional rant filled with every negative emotion she could muster. Rick made her cum down a bit (still unsure how i feel about that). Yet, Cathy and I ended up sharing her space together in a warm embrace. Now she's prepared breakfast for the two of us. I love this woman but I don't get her for the life of me. I just know she is what I want, which probably makes me crazier than her.

I took my seat as well as a sip of the orange juice she had obviously prepared for me before casually thanking her for breakfast.

"Big fuckin deal.. just get fed n get out. I told ya I got shit to do today and I'm thinkin you do too Mr. responsible workin man."

I found myself smiling at her feisty nature as I dug into breakfast with a vengeance. After all, it's a big part of what attracted me to her.

"So what's the matter? Why you got a doctor's appointment?" I casually said in between scarfing down such a delicious meal.

Abruptly Cathy retorted,"Mind your fuckin business Johnny!" pointing a fork at me for emphasis I suppose.

I raised my head from my damn near empty plate to meet her gaze. As much as I'm into her, she was starting to irritate my spirit a bit.

"Not tryin to pry but I figured you might want someone to go with you.. for support perhaps?"

"Support?? You mean like the support my bastard ex-husband denied me in light of his whore secretary? Or perhaps the "SUPPORT" you're sitting in my face feeling compelled to supply after letting Steven DIE!!"

I immediately got up from the table, pacing the kitchen with my hands interlocked behind my head thinking the ones we love the most have the most access to our pain.

She immediately got up and got in my face stopping my pace pointing her delicate finger in my chest, "Get this straight for the last time Johnny. I don't need anybody for anything any fuckin more, ya hear me??"

Breathing heavily I got right back down in her face as the top of her head only came to my chin, I matter of factly replied,"That surely wasn't the case just last night with Rick now was it?"

I felt her left hand openly slap me before I ever saw it. Yet, I saw her right hand reel back to follow up as I caught her wrist, pinning it behind her as she trembled in anger. At the same time I heard her whimper into my chest.

Seeing flashbacks of Rick subduing Cathy the night before flash in my head I decided enough was enough.

I grabbed her by the waist firmly as her breasts and my chest were now one and pinned her left arm behind her back. In such moments she said nothing. Her eyes, previously wild and wide, were now low as a contented bitch being rubbed to sleep so to speak.

I immediately crushed my lips to hers, desperately wanting to taste her lips and tongue as my cock was now leaking pre cum in my jeans and boxers.

There was no lack of response in her as I felt her lips part for me and our tongues met, danced, had dinner and a lengthy conversation. In the midst of this I pulled the left side of her robe to reveal her plump left breast. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were closed but her breathing was heightened as I squeezed her breast, making the nipple look directly at me.

I whispered, "Did you breastfeed Steven Cathy?"

She slightly opened her eyes while breathing heavily, looking into my eyes as best she could and simply replied,"Yes Johnny."

Having her in my grasp by her waist and left breast, I latched my mouth to her nipple as she began to moan loudly, then whimper, then cry as she cradled my head to her breast.

I could feel her tears drip onto my forehead as I continued sucking her breast like a hungry toddler. I palmed her asscheeks as she started softly licking her tears from my forehead while dry humping me in the middle of her kitchen.

I relinquished her breast to meet her gaze again. When our eyes met she grabbed my face with both hands gently and leaned in to lick my nose repeatedly before whispering in my ear, "I'm sorry Johnny. I'm gonna be late for my appointment. You can let yourself out."

She abruptly kissed my lips again before pulling away and heading to her bedroom upstairs.

I stood there still taking in the experience as I glanced down to notice a small puddle of milky liquid on the kitchen floor below where Cathy had stood. I smiled to myself thinking that's a start. I decided to load the dishes into the dishwasher and split. Unfortunately, I did have to work today. Otherwise I might've been prone to finish what I had started with Cathy.

I knew I had to be at work by 2pm so I left Cathy's place and sped back to my apartment across town for a quick shower. While in it, I seriously debated masturbating to calm my nerves a bit. Yet, I'd been practicing semen retention for over 90 days. If I was gonna blow that streak now, it would be in Cathy. Nevertheless, I got myself together and drove to work seriously contemplating the events of the night prior, as well as the affections shared between Cathy and I this morning.

My wood didnt give me a break until halfway through the shift. Im a shift lead for the air entanglement division at World Carpet and I had always taken work seriously. I got a text from Rick after lunch reminding me to meet him at the local pub after I got off work. It was Friday so I figured what the hell.

I left work right at 10:30pm and knew the pub didn't close until 2:30am so i swung by my apartment to get a quick shower and change clothes. En route to the pub i seriously comtemplated stopping by Cathy's. Yet, I figured it best to enjoy my night rather than manuever the complexities of female nature.

I arrived at the pub right at 11:30 and parked around back as I always had should a fight break out and police swarm the parking lot in front. It was a common occurrence especially on weekends.

At any rate, I entered through the front immediately being greeted with a beer and hug from my favorite waitress Tiffany.

She stood at 5'9 with shoulder length red hair, a mid size rack, and plump thighs and ass under her black skirt. We'd been fuck buddies on and off throughout high school.

As she hugged me she let me know Rick and some of his uncle's associates were shooting pool. As we parted ways she kissed my lips and smiled before heading to wait tables in the main area of the pub.

Rick spotted me coming toward and greeted me with a fist pump and a shot glass of patron.

"What's new bro? You seal the deal with your girl yet or what??"

I dismissed the question before downing the shot and grabbed a cue off the wall nearest our occupied pool table.

Rick simply rolled his eyes and shook his head as I chalked up my cue, awaiting the presiding game to conclude.

About 3 more shots and a couple beers later I was top dog at the table in the most nonchalant way possible. 8 ball is my thing.

Next thing I know, Rick was standing next to me in all his dominance holding his cue looking straight ahead as I trick shotted the 8 ball down into another win.

Rick slightly nudged me from my left.

"Look who's come out to play tonight. She ain't been in here since...."

I glanced up toward the front door and noticed Cathy strolling in. She was in rare form to say the least. From her thigh high "fuck me" boots to her dark tight fitting denim jeans, completed by her dark grey turtle neck accentuating her breasts under a black leather jacket.

My cock was jacked as i glanced back to Rick. He patted me on my shoulder and shrugged.

She was closely followed by two bikers and another milf. One of the bikers had his hand on the small of Cathy's back as they strolled in.

I was unfazed externally but inside i was surprised, confused, and ultimately pissed.

They took up a table next to the dance floor on the other side of the pub directly across from where we were shooting pool.

As they sat down I noticed Cathy glancing directly toward us. I turned around to find Tiffany standing directly behind me.

"Why the long face?" she asked with concern.

"I think the alcohol is takin its toll."

Rick put his right arm around my neck, walking toward the bathroom in the back.

"Why didn't you just own her last night?"

"How you know I didnt?"

"Well for one you're on fire and she's sitting with a wanna be badass pretending not to notice you. What the fuck is this... a divorce before marriage??

"Just drop it Rick."

We stood side by side taking a piss as he pressed further naturally.

"Just take her bro. That's what she really wants. I mean damn bro you've always see straight cept when it comes to her."

"Steven came to see me in a dream last night."

Rick just looked at me in defeat and zipped up his business.

"Yeah I thought that might put things in perspective."

Rick washed his hands as I followed suit and headed back out into the pub. As we were coming out of the head we noticed Cathy storming towards us with her "date" not far behind. She looked out of it to say the least. Her eyes were glazed over and she was stumbling. Just as we met the biker grabbed her right arm and spun her around to face him. I saw red...

Next thing I remember is being on top of his chest and pummeling his face into the floor surrounded by Rick and his uncle's associates. Cathy was hysterically pushing Rick to get me off him before I killed him. Rick simply replied that I needed this. Yet and still Rick pulled me up and took my face in both his hands.

"Look at me Johnny... Fun time's over. Ya hear me bro. Look over there."

Down the hall his other biker buddy was laid out spitting blood in just about the same shape as the dude I had just bludgeoned.

"Get your girl. We're outta here. Round back in 10 seconds.. leave your car here. We're taking Sandra's jeep."

Sandra is Rick's go to no matter what. She more less stays out of his way but she is to Rick what Cathy is to me basically. They're just the same age, which by now is 30. She looks like Elizabeth Berkley with jet black hair.

Cathy grabbed me by my face.

"Are you ok Johnny?"

"Let's get the fuck outta here."

I turned her around and shoved her out the back door before directing her to Sandra's black jeep right outside the exit. Rick and Sandra were already in it. Her back seat was a bit cluttered on the right so I put Cathy on my lap and slammed the door as Rick sped outta the parking lot and Sandra fired up a joint. Cathy turned aside in my lap to examine my face from the fight.

"I haven't seen that side of you in a minute now bro... WHEWWW!!! That brought back memories Johnny." Rick was always excited when I went rabid.

"Babe, slow down. I don't feel like goin to jail tonight," calmly stated Sandra as she smoked and passed the joint to Rick.

"I've got this. We're good. Trust me."

Meanwhile, Cathy attempted to remind me of how independent and self sufficient she was in the back and I nipped it in the bud.

"Johnny I don't need you fi...."

I suddenly slid my right hand in between her denim clad thighs, pressing my right hand into her mound hard. She gasped and lowered her head into my left ear, breathing hard and whimpering softly. She was shaking her head slowly into my neck as we held each other close but her knees were as wide apart as space would allow. My adrenaline was still on 10 and I didn't wanna hear anything at that point. She is my woman and that's MY pussy, period.

Sandra tried to pass me the joint and I told Cathy to get it as both my hands were occupied. She immediately lifted her head to grab it. Once she did she leaned back into me suddenly crushing my mouth with hers as I continued rubbing her denim clad mound, which was now very warm and damp. She stopped kissing me long enough to put the joint to my lips as I continued to rub her pussy as she slowly danced in my lap with her eyes closed. I took a big hit and held it as she passed it back up front. As soon as she did I pulled her body to mine and shared smoke into her lungs through her mouth as she coughed, kissed, and licked mine in turn. She whispered tentatively in my ear..

"This will always be yours.. uhhh... no matter what I say or do. It's been yours Johnny. Don't ever stoooppp baby boy.... Uhhhhh Christ!!!"

Cathy slumped into me as I continued rubbing her to and through her multiple spasms and gasms until we arrived at her residence. I told Rick to get Cathy's keys out of her purse and take Sandra in the house. I was in no hurry and Cathy was out of it. Rick and Sandra went inside as Cathy started coming around.

"I think that bastard put something in my drink. My head is swimming."

"Since when do you go out on dates with bikers?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you asshole? Get the fuck off me."

Cathy abtuptly slapped my chest, spun around to open the door and got out of the jeep, stomping into her residence with a bit of trepidation as I made sure Sandra's jeep was secured and followed her. By the time she opened her front door I had spun her around as she planted a slap on my chest. Once again she was reving my engine up as I scooped her up by her thighs, carrying her upstairs as she was muttering obsencenities at me and wrapping her arms around my neck. In route, I noticed Rick on the couch getting some head from Sandra curled up under him. His head was laid back and Sandra was preoccupied with his sucking his cock. Good on em, but I had my own business to tend to.

We reached her bedroom and I tossed her on her bed nonchalantly as she looked at me seemingly in shock. I then removed my shirt, exposing my toned upper body as she sat there in awe.

"Get up and come here."

She slowly got up, removing her leather jacket in the process and dropping it on the floor as she stood before me.

"You don't get to question me like I'm one of your little whores Johnny."

I unbuckled her belt as she stood there trembling from head to toe. Her lower lip was quivering as I unbuttoned her jeans as her satin dark blue panties came into view.

I started to peel her jeans down as she gently grabbed my hands and held them to her. I looked into her eyes.

"I'm a broken woman Johnny and you are the only man on this earth I trust with my body or my life for that matter. I know I don't make sense but I'm just lost baby. Can you handle that kinda crazy on a regular basis?"

I kneeled down to her boots before unzipping them as she sighed, gently placing her hands on my shoulders for support as she stepped out of her boots one at a time. I then started tugging on her jeans as she looked down at me, running her fingers through my hair and caressing my face. Yeah, she is a handful but I wasn't about to turn back now.. or ever for that matter. I thought about removing her panties as well but decided against it because I wanted to savor the experience. Thus, I arose and as I did she suddenly licked my lips before turning her head looking downward. I cupped her pussy through her wet silky panties, rubbing circular motions around her entrance slowly as she purred..

"Uhhmm.. uhhmm

She suddenly looked into my eyes, holding my gaze with hers and caressing my face with her left hand.

"My doctor tells me I can still possibly conceive a child uhh. That's what my doctor's visit was about baby."

She then pressed her right hand on mine as I continually rubbed her pussy through her drenched panties.

"When I uhhh.. when I told you this is yours I meant it... agggghhh!! You're the first man in years to have this and... oh my goddd... I want you to be the only man to have this.... eveeerrrr aaagainnn."

Her knees we're beginning to give out so I grabbed her by her waist as she kissed all over my face.

"I want to have your child Johnny. Steven wasn't your fault either baby... let's get back to life TOGETHERRRRR!!!!!!! AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

I stood there transfixed at the sight, words, and femininity of this woman I had craved so long. My dick was hard as granite and at that moment all I wanted to do was hold her. Thus, for the second or third time I should've fucked her senseless, I instead laid her fine ass down and held her as close to me as my own skin as she truly rested perhaps for the first time in a long time. I must say though at this point, my dick was getting very angry with me. Yet and still I more than likely had another life to consider now. Scary times Steven... but I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll be in touch bro.