“Tell me again
why we’re in CJ’s office feeding turkeys?” Josh asked as he poked at one of the
cages. Todd, or maybe it was Cliff, lunged for his finger and he quickly
withdrew it.
“Leo sent CJ
home because she was sick,” Donna explained patiently as she carefully
re-filled the turkeys’ water and food containers. “And Carol had to leave early
this morning for her flight home to Chicago. She asked if I would look in on
Todd and Cliff before I went home tonight. It’s only the one night. They’ll be
going back to Jasper farms tomorrow, after the President makes his pardon.”
“You do realize
that the President can’t actually pardon a turkey, right?” Josh mused as he
settled back on CJ’s soft, comfortable sofa and watched as Donna cooed and
stroked the turkeys’ heads.
“Yes, Josh, but
it’s tradition, like pumpkin pie or candied yams. The President always pardons
a turkey on Thanksgiving. Or maybe even two,” she added wistfully.
“Speaking of
traditional Thanksgiving foods, will we be having any?”
She turned away
from the cages to smile down at Josh. “Yes. We’re having roast turkey and
mashed potatoes and all the trimmings. Is Sam still coming over?”
“Yup, it’s going
to be the perfect Thanksgiving – good food, my woman and manly men watching
football,” he said with a self-satisfied grin.
She made a face
at him, but didn’t comment on his choice of words. “Can you make sure their
cages are locked? I’m just going to run and get my stuff and then we can go
home.”
“Sure,” he answered
as he warily made his way toward the enclosures. The two turkeys seemed to have
something against him; they started to squawk and flap their wings as soon as
he got close. He quickly flipped the latches and then retreated to the safety
of the sofa again. He was participating in a staring contest with Cliff when
Donna returned.
He pulled her
down onto the sofa with him and gestured to the turkeys. “So which of these
suckers is getting the pardon and which is getting roasted?”
“I don’t know
and I don’t want to find out,” she replied with a small frown. “I can’t bear to
think of either one getting the ax.” In an attempt to change the subject, she
turned to him and asked, “Shouldn’t we get going? There’s no work left to do
and the turkeys have been fed.”
“Yeah, but as
soon as we get home, my mother will call. And then your mother will call – is
she still mad?”
“She’s
disappointed. She thinks all good children should be home for the holidays
until they get married and have their own families,” Donna explained in a dry
monotone.
“She hates me,”
Josh sulked.
“She doesn’t
hate you. She just doesn’t like you much,” she said with an impish smile. “
Besides, Dad likes you just fine, and he’s the one that counts the most.” Josh’s face
brightened at that and he pulled Donna to him for a hug.
“Anyhow,
as I was saying, if we go home, all these people will start calling and I want
to spend some time with my woman.”
“There’s
that phrase again.” Donna addressed the turkeys. “He makes it sound like he
owns me; I am *my own* woman. You would think that a man who wants to get the
aforementioned woman to cook dinner tomorrow would stop using that phrase.
Also, if that same man would like to get some lovin’ from that woman,” she
added with a sideways glance at Josh.
He
held his hands up in defeat and amended his words. “I would like to spend some
quality time with the incredibly beautiful, witty and charming woman who is my
girlfriend. Better?”
“Much,”
she answered as she leaned in and kissed him.
**********
“Josh, I think
Cliff is staring at us,” Donna whispered. Josh looked over at the turkey cage,
and saw that the larger of the turkeys was staring at them with a malicious
look in its beady little eyes. Josh quickly sat up, pulled his sweatshirt over
his head and tossed it at the cage. It caught on the edge and draped over the
side, successfully blocking most of the turkeys’ view. He turned back to Donna,
who was reclining against the couch’s arm, and leaned in to kiss her again.
“Maybe we
shouldn’t be doing this,” she said as she pushed against Josh’s t-shirt covered
chest and tried to sit up.
“Donna…you’d
really make me wait in this state until we got home?” he asked pointedly, as he
pressed his straining erection against her. As further incentive, he nibbled at
her throat, in exactly the spot he knew would drive her crazy. She released a
small moan, but didn’t give in to the temptation he was presenting. Her hands
remained pressed up against his chest, and she held her body stiffly.
“But, Josh, they’re
staring at us.”
“I just covered
the cage. They can’t stare at us anymore,” he mumbled against her neck, while
his hands ran along the sides of her breasts. He ran his thumb over one of her
cotton-covered nipples and felt it pucker through the layers of clothing. He
moved his mouth lower and took it between his lips. She let out another little
moan.
“If you think
this feels good, just wait until I’m touching your bare skin,” he enticed her.
He moved his hands lower and wiggled them underneath the edge of her shirt. He
smoothed his hands along the skin of her stomach and then moved them around to
her back. He deftly went to the hook of her bra and unfastened it. His hands
once again returned to her breasts, pushing the lacy bra up and away so that he
could touch her bare nipples. He flicked at them with his fingers and he felt
her body soften as she began to relax in his embrace.
“Ok, maybe we
can continue this,” she conceded as another small moan escaped her lips. Josh
took advantage of her willingness by pushing her shirt up and over her head.
She helped him remove it and then watched in amusement as he tossed it in the
direction of the turkeys. It landed in a heap on the floor by his sweatshirt.
He stood and
started to remove the rest of his clothing. Donna hooked her fingers into the
waist of his boxers and gave them a sharp tug. They dropped to his ankles. She
was barely able to lean forward and place a wet kiss to the head of his penis
before he was moving away from her.
He picked up her
legs and swung them around so she was sitting upright and he was kneeling in
front of her. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on her jeans and
he helped her as she wiggled them off. Then his mouth zoomed in and began to
work its magic against her clit.
“Oooh, much
better than my idea,” she panted, forgetting all about the turkeys. Her eyes
drifted shut as she gave into the sensations Josh was creating. He paused
briefly to look up into her face and smiled.
“Oh, yeah,” he
agreed as he smoothly inserted a finger into her moist heat. She sucked in a
breath when his mouth returned to nip and tease at her clit and his finger
began to slowly slide in and out of her. She bucked her hips against him and
erupted in a shattering orgasm.
Josh moved from
between her legs and leaned back against the sofa. He felt Donna slide off the
couch and join him on the floor. Turning to flash her a dimpled grin, he asked,
“Did you enjoy that?”
She didn’t
reply, but smiled broadly before swinging around until she was straddling his
lap. She sank down onto him until he was fully sheathed inside of her.
“I wasn’t
expecting –“ he started.
“Oh, yes, you
were,” she corrected him with a sly smile. “Joshua Lyman, king of
misdirection.” She rose up a bit on her knees before settling down against him
again. “You wanted this from the beginning.” She punctuated her sentence with
another smooth stroke. “That’s why you distracted me.” Once again, she rose up
on her knees until he was barely inside of her, but this time she didn’t immediately
slide down again.
“Donna,” he
whined, “if I admit that I wanted this, will you please, please continue what
you were doing?”
She toyed with
his nipples and he whimpered.
“Yes.”
“I wanted this,”
he told her huskily. “I want you.”
She rewarded him
by sinking back down. He let out the breath he had been holding and she began
to slowly ride him. He gave into the urge to touch her and stroked her full,
rounded breasts. He pinched at the nipples and then soothed them with the palm
of his hand.
Donna closed her
eyes and concentrated on the feel of him against her skin. She could feel his
engorged cock hard inside her as she moved up and down. She could feel him
playing with her breasts and she could feel him pinching at her ass, causing little
ripples of sensation to course through her body.
She started to
ride him harder, each pinch and caress goading her on. Finally, as she felt him
begin shudder in orgasm, she allowed herself to give into her own.
**********
Panting, she
collapsed against his chest. “My God! Josh, that thing you did with my ass – it
felt incredible! How did you manage to do that and play with my nipples at the
same time?”
Josh pushed her
hair away from her face and looked at her in puzzlement. “Uh, Donna? I didn’t touch
your ass.”
“Then, what -?”
She instinctively glanced behind her and was greeted with the beady stare of a
turkey, a turkey that should have been locked in a covered cage. She jumped to
her feet and scrambled onto the couch, emitting a little screech. Startled by
her reaction, the turkey squawked excitedly and scuttled back into its cage.
Josh stared in
silent amazement at the turkey, then looked at Donna, naked and perched on the
sofa. He started to chuckle. The chuckles turned into loud guffaws.
Donna glared at
him and smacked him on the back of his head. “Joshua Lyman! How could you?”
“I’m sorry, but
it’s funny. The sex was really that good, huh? Looks like Cliffy-boy
appreciates your ass-ets as much as I do and wanted to join in the fun.”
“Joshua!”
“Ok, ok. I’m
really sorry. But you have to admit it *is* funny.”
She grudgingly
agreed that it was, then admonished him for not locking the cages properly.
“I thought they
were locked,” he defended himself. “Anyhow, they were giving me funny looks. I
feared for my safety.”
“And now?” she
asked, her hand poised to smack him again.
He leaned out of
her reach before answering with a mocking grin. “I still fear for my safety,
but I don’t think it’s the turkeys that are likely to attack.”
“Hmmpph.” She
swooped her clothes up from the floor, but remained standing on the sofa until
she was fully dressed. Even then, she was reluctant to step down until Josh
assured her that the cage was securely locked this time.
“Next time, I’ll
check the cages properly,” he promised her.
“There won’t be
a next time,” she informed him haughtily.
“Oh, Donnatella,
there will be a next time,” he leered at her.
“Want to bet?”
“You say that
now, but wait until we get home. You’ll be begging me to make love to you
before we even get through the bedroom door.” He held the office door open for
her and ushered her through it.
Knowing that he
was right, she swept from the room without looking at him. The sound of his
amused chuckles followed her all the way down the hall.
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