An adult stories – Falling in Love Pt. 01 by ElderDirt,ElderDirt “Can’t Help Falling in Love”
“Wise men say / Only fools rush in.
But I can’t help falling in love with you.
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?
If I can’t help falling in love with you?
“Like a river flows / Surely to the sea,
Darling, so it goes / Some things are meant to be.
Take my hand / Take my whole life, too.
For I can’t help falling in love with you…”
Sung by Elvis Presley in “Blue Hawaii”
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It is ironic how sometimes you have to nearly die to discover life. Such was the case with me and here is my story about Devyn, the angel who brought me back.
My name is Bradly Sherman, and I can remember driving my Mercedes-Benz E-Class one sunny early morning when all hell, literally and figuratively, broke loose. There was an unbelievable screeching of tires that was followed instantly by a horrendous explosion of metal, glass, and airbag. I was violently tossed and teetered on the edge of blacking out as incredible agony rocketed through me. Shit, I was dying…
That is until I heard a frantic feminine voice calling me back. “Mister! Mister, are you okay?” I felt hands tugging at me or more so my seatbelt, and then a sudden release of chest pressure. A new tsunami of pain crashed on me and I felt myself sinking again.
“Hey, stay with me!” rang in my ear, wrenching me back again into reality. I don’t know how I managed to crack open my closed eyes, but there before me was an Asian ‘angel,’ looking intently at me. “Can you move?” was the urgent question that jarred my dazed brain into greater awareness. “Oh, damn it! I’ve got to get you out! Your car is smoking…oh, fuck…it’s on fire!”
I felt myself being frantically jostled and tugged. “You’ve got to move, damn it! Come on! Give me your damn hand! Help me get you out!” Suddenly I felt myself swerving in my seat before vaguely hearing a cry of sudden pain, “Owww! Damn it! Shit, I’m cut and bleeding!” The next thing I was taken by the hands and yanked, tumbling free of my car to land on the hard asphalt before drifting in and out of consciousness.
A panicky yanking on my coat and me was oddly accompanied by shrill girlish grunts of frustration. “Uhhh! God, you’re so goddamn heavy…uhhh…come on you bastard… uhhh…gotta get you…” Then suddenly there was a thunderous whoosh and surge of searing heat that was surprisingly cut off by something being pressed over me.
I must have passed out for the next thing I knew was a bright light shining in my eye. “I’ve got him…he’s back with us,” said a relieved masculine voice, “but we best get him as quickly as possible to the hospital.”
Then another male voice added, “It was a good thing you were there, Miss. If you hadn’t dragged him out of his wrecked car, he would be heading to the morgue instead of the ER. From the looks of you, you paid the price for doing so. You’ve got lacerations to your hands and forearms from the broken glass…and the one on your forehead from the twisted car frame is nasty. You’ve got burns on the back of your clothing and hair.
“Yes, I know that you don’t want an ambulance ride or hospital visit because you don’t have any health insurance. However, your head laceration will require stitches and possibly more if I can’t staunch the bleeding. Just lay back and try to relax.
“Save your energy because the police will want to interview you once you’re cleared. As I understand it, you were the only person to witness the accident. This guy can count his lucky stars that you just happened to be where you were…”
Although I was restrained by a neck brace, I somehow swiveled my eyes to see who had rescued me. Maybe it was coincidence or fate but my savior turned at the same time to meet my gaze. I was taken aback by a bloodied yet pretty young Asian teenager with large warm almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, a cute button nose, and straight dark brown that framed her lovely face.
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?” slipped from her delicate lips that had curled into a genuine smile of reassurance and caring.
“You saved my life,” I managed to croak, “Thank you…” It was then that I realized just how petite she was and immediately wondered how she had managed to drag me out of and then away from my car.
“I am Brad…Brad Sherman. Don’t worry about your ambulance or hospital expenses… I’ll cover you…and take care of you…”
“Oh, thanks! I’m Devyn…Devyn Toma. My foster parents will breathe a sigh of relief when they hear that.”
“See me before you check out of the hospital…promise?”
“Okay, okay…now, lay back and relax…” And with that, I drifted gratefully back into unconsciousness.
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“Oh, boss, am I glad you’re awake.”
I heard Marsha Yim’s voice and immediately knew that I was back in the world of the living. Marsha had been my long-time trusted Senior Executive Assistant from when I started to climb the bank’s corporate ladder. Known as “Old Battle Axe” by those who tried to cross me (or her), Marsha was affectionately called “Mom” by those on her good side. I considered myself lucky to be considered part of her large family that included her longtime loving husband, Earl, and her brood of kids and grandchildren,
“Do you know that for a man who is in his early fifties, you live a charmed life,” jabbered Marsha. “The police said a truck that crashed into your car, had just been stolen. Luckily the car thief swerved at the last moment…to avoid t-boning you…but pretty much tore off your Mercedes’ front. He smashed your car’s engine compartment and must have ruptured your fuel line before speeding off to escape the accident scene…and you.
“It was a good thing that cute teenage girl happened to be walking to the bus stop and saw the whole thing. I don’t know how that little thing managed to drag your big-ass six-foot-two haole (Hawaiian word for white people) body out of your smoking car…much less drag you away before it exploded. Do you know that she shielded you from your car’s explosion and flames with her tiny body?
“She got singed too…and suffered all kinds of cuts getting you out of your crushed car. That forehead laceration took five stitches to close and unfortunately will leave a scar. That Devyn…what an unusual but nice name…is a one-of-a-kind twelfth grader…you don’t see that in young folks nowadays.”
“Marsha, stop your yakking. Where’s Devyn?”
“Why, she’s gone. Come on, boss…you didn’t really expect her…a seventeen-year-old…to hang around the hospital waiting for you to wake up? She mentioned that you promised to take care of her medical expense…like I would have expected you to do.”
“When Devyn asked who you were, I told her that you were the CEO of one of the State’s top banks. Do you know that all she said in a matter-of-fact tone was, ‘Oh?'”
I was about to ask more about the whereabouts of Devyn but Marsha cut me off and said, “It was then that Devyn’s cell phone rang…can you imagine she is renting a refurbished cell phone and paying for it from her part-time after-school jobs job? Her foster parents were worried because the hospital called to obtain treatment permission and medical insurance information, and about how they would handle the resulting expenses.
“I then took the phone from Devyn, introduced myself, explained who you were, and promised that I would immediately arrange it with the hospital representative to cover any bills Devyn incurred. That brought a sigh of relief from her foster parents and especially Devyn.
“Now, before you ask, sorry but for some strange reason Devyn wouldn’t give me her mobile number. I, however, gave Devyn my business card and said she could contact me if her foster parents, school, or employer gave her any hassles.
“I hope you don’t mind, boss, but I also gave Devyn your business card with your cell number written on the back. I told her that I knew you would like to meet her again once you were released, and made her promise to contact you. That pretty little thing said she would…thanked and hugged me…and left. I sure hope Devyn keeps her promise.”
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The days became weeks, and I had pretty much given up on seeing Devyn again. Then my cell phone rang late one Friday afternoon, and I was surprised to find an equally confused Aaron Kanoi, my Head of Security, on the other end.
“Mr. Sherman? Oh, wow! Sorry to disturb you, sir, but we have a young lady by the name of Devyn…Devyn Toma…who showed up at the security desk, asking to see you. When questioned, she pulled out Mom’s business card and then yours, asking that I call the cell number on the back to verify her identity.”
“Aaron, Devyn was the one who rescued me from my wrecked car and dragged me to safety at the risk of her own life. Please treat her with the utmost respect and credential her with an unrestricted visitor pass so she can visit the executive level anytime she wants. While you’re doing that, I’ll ask Mom to go down and escort Devyn up to meet with me. Thank you, Aaron.”
Seemingly moments later, a chatty Marsha ushered an equally engaged Devyn from the executive elevator. Dressed in a tight midriff top, short shorts, and casual sandals, Devyn was a breath of fresh Spring air…so young and so full of life.
“God, now that I can see Devyn clearly, she is prettier than I remember,” was what flashed between my ears.
Upon seeing me waiting for her, my Asian elf flashed me a brilliant smile that evaporated any further musings, Before I could say or do anything, Devyn rushed to me and hugged me. Pressing the side of her face against my beating chest, she murmured, “It’s so good to see you standing and healthy. I was so worried.”
“Hey, I’m okay for an old fart,” I quipped to cover my embarrassment. “What about you? Come on, let me see you now that you’re not covered in blood. Marsha said that you got pretty banged up saving me.”
Devyn smiled again as she released me, and taking a step back, lifted the right-side bangs from her forehead. “The only memento that I have from our meeting is a ‘Harry Potter scar’…neat, huh?”
Before I could say anything, Marsha who had been intently watching our strange interaction said, “Devin, here, would have called to check on you, but she had to give up her rented cell phone. She couldn’t make the monthly payment given her upcoming graduation expenses.” Marsha ended her comment with her classic lifted eyebrow and expectant tone of voice that screamed, ‘So, what are you going to do, boss?’
“Ah, Marsha, who is the cell phone vendor provider in our lobby? T-Mobile? If it’s okay with Devyn, would you be so kind as to call the vendor, and have the latest and greatest iPhone along with their best-unlimited service best plan brought up for Devyn to sign off on? I’d appreciate it if you could have it and the monthly fees charged to…hmmm, better not use my corporate account…have them bill it to my personal charge card for as long as Devyn wants to use the phone.
“Oh, and Marsha, could you also call Henry, the manager of the Mariposa Restaurant, to ask him to do me a favor by reserving my special table on the veranda for an early dinner…say about six when the sun is setting. That is assuming, Devyn, that you don’t have anything to do and are open to dining with me.”
“Aaah, I wouldn’t mind having a bite to eat but I’m not exactly dressed for the Nieman-Marcus or the high-end Mariposa.”
“No problem. We can get you something to wear for dinner at Nieman-Marcus. Marsha, what’s the name of that women’s stylist over there that we’ve used before when a corporate client’s wife’s luggage got lost in transit?”
Marsha gave me another raised eyebrow to ask what was happening before hesitantly mumbling, “Do you mean Marie Cashman?”
“Yes, that’s her. Call her and have her pick out several dresses…light and carefree… with footwear for a young woman…with a petite frame…about five-feet-two. What size shoes do you wear? Five? Okay. Devyn, all you’ll have to do is just pick from the selected dress and footwear…whatever catches your fancy. Don’t worry about the cost…it’s my treat. Then you’ll put them on, and then we go to dinner. Any questions?”
The look on Devyn’s face was what might be called “inscrutable” as she was clearly processing and weighing what was happening. “Brad,” she finally said as she looked me straight in the eyes, “Are you trying to pick me up and become my Sugar Daddy?”
I was taken aback for I never stopped to consider how Devyn might misconstrue my actions. A quick glance at Marsha showed her utter delight at Devyn’s bold question and her expression shouted, “Right on, girl! You go!”
Gulping at my dilemma, I quickly gathered my wits and replied, “I beg your pardon! Devyn, while you are attractive…in a ‘diamond-in-the-rough’ way…let me reassure you I am not in the habit of picking up and seducing underage girls.
“I am simply trying…and apparently failing miserably…to show my gratitude for you risking your life to save my sorry ass…and to express how happy I am to see you again. I apologize…please forgive me. I guess I got carried away trying to repay the debt I feel I owe you…”
“Oh, no, you don’t need to repay me for what I did, Brad, or feel obligated to take care of me. If anything, I should be taking care of you.”
When Devyn saw the puzzled look on Marsha’s and my face, she went on to say, “As I understand it, there is an ancient Chinese proverb that says if you save another person’s life, you are ‘responsible’ for the person you saved. Since I’m Okinawan and genetically part Chinese as well as Japanese, I believe in the saying.
“I know this may sound strange especially since I am much younger than you, dirt poor and needy, and without any means of support. But, Brad, I feel right about being responsible for your well-being and taking care of you.”
I was clearly stunned at Devyn’s unique perspective of obligation, but when I looked at Marsha, her face was one of subtle agreement. Finally, I proposed, “I don’t know if I fully accept your take on relationship obligations, but how about we agree to take care of each other in our own way?”
Devyn scrunched her little face as she mulled over the compromise that I had just thrown out. She then shot a fleeting glance at Marsha who surprisingly gave her a slight nod of encouragement. “Okay, I’ll give it a try. However, I’ve got to say this upfront….my acceptance of your caring doesn’t include sex.”
When she saw the look of shock on my face, Devyn playfully smirked and then zinged, “While you are interesting and handsome in a ‘mature’ kind of way, I’m an underaged high schooler…at least for the next month or so…and still a virgin, I intend to keep it that way until I fall in love with the right guy. Hmmph!”
Responding to the thrown gauntlet, I hastily stammered, “Well…I’m old enough to be your father….and I don’t take women lightly regardless of their age… it’s not in my nature. I am a widower…who hasn’t had an intimate female relationship in quite a while. And for your information, I will remain celibate until I fall in love with the right woman. There!”
There was a pregnant pause as the two of us stared at each other in a test of wills. Then we broke down in silly giggles and chuckles at our comical posturing. Finally, I said, “Look, Devyn, I would like to express my gratitude to you for saving my butt. If you can, please have dinner with me…strictly on the up and up with no hidden agenda on my part. It doesn’t have to be at the Mariposa, and can be any place of your choosing…”
“Well, to be honest with you, Brad, I’ve always wanted to try the Mariposa but could never afford it. If it means that I have to get dressed up to do so, then so be it. However, I don’t know if I can take such clothing home with me. If I did, my foster parents would be highly suspicious of your intentions toward me. We don’t want any rumors or negative publicity about us, do we?
“So, after dinner, I’ll change back into my street clothes. Maybe you could hold my newly bought clothes for another time…please.”
I was struggling to figure out what to say when Marsha spoke up. “Boss, bring Devyn’s clothes and shoes back here. I’ll hang them in your closet. Ha, Devyn, bet you didn’t know that the boss’ office has a hidden full bathroom, wet bar, closets, and wall bed for those nights when he sleeps over…something he’s been doing much too much of…sigh! There’s a lot to learn about this man…and with that said, you two should be going if you’re going to meet with Marie and make dinner.”
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I was seated at the bar, sipping on my single malt Scotch, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning, I was entranced by the vision of my little Asian angel. With her long dark hair casually pinned up, her sensuous eyes lightly shadowed, her eyebrows naturally lined, her high cheeks brushed slightly, and her delicate lips frosted with vibrant pink, Devyn had somehow been transformed into a mature-looking young woman.
Her selected dress was a simple silky halter top of warm light red and yellow tones that flowed freely and playfully over her modest body, ending high enough above her knees to match her youthfulness without appearing inappropriate. Devyn opted for a sassy pair of low wedges that were both dressy and casual and made her seem taller and more mature.
“You’re stunning,” slipped easily from my open mouth before I knew it. Then in keeping with our normal banter, I slipped in a teasing dig. “Are you sure you’re seventeen?”
“I sure am. So, eat your heart out, you dirty old man, heh, heh, heh,” was Devyn’s lightning riposte. Then grinning at me being caught off guard (again), she giggled at my expense) and said, “Come on. Let’s be seated at our table. I’m starving.”
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Dinner with Devyn was insightful, delightful, and challenging at the same time. I learned that she had lost her parents in a tragic car accident and with no other family, had been in the State’s foster care system for much of her young life. As such, she learned to do without, to be assertive when necessary, and to be accountable for her actions and their effect on others. Her demonstrated maturity and understanding were simply astonishing for one so young.
Devyn proved to be utterly delightful by amply displaying her good sense of humor, quick wit, and zany nature as evidenced by her knack for keeping me off-balance. I soon found myself enthralled with the constant stories of her life. When I asked why this was the case, she replied factually, “Do you know, Brad, that ‘Devyn’ means ‘poet’ or someone who can tell captivating tales? I can make you cry or make you laugh…but either way, you will be happy and want more from me.”
But most of all, Devyn was challengingly different…someone whom I had never met before. It didn’t matter to her that I was thirty-six years older than she was. It didn’t matter to her that I was a powerful CEO of a large statewide bank. It didn’t matter to her that I was wealthy, privileged, sought after by many, and feared by some. All that mattered was that I was Brad…someone for whom she was responsible for and obligated to safeguard. Her unique attitude toward me made me wonder about this seventeen-year-old.
“Okay, okay, so why don’t you tell me about your plans for the future,” I said in a desperate attempt to keep the focus of the conversation on her.
At this, Devyn sat back and joked, “Curse you, Lex Luther, you’ve found Supergirl’s kryptonite. Nah, what I fear the most is a future that holds so many uncertainties beginning when I graduate from high school…by the way, you are invited to the ceremony in two weeks, Brad. Please come…it would mean a lot to me.
“After that, I am going to community college to major in business which I like the most of all of my classes. Why not go to the University? Well, for one I missed the application deadline…but…the real reason is that I can’t afford the high tuition and fees. I scraped together enough last-minute financial aid for my community college experience, but after that, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get enough assistance for an upper-division degree.
“However, my most pressing need is to find a place to stay after I turn eighteen. You see that under the State’s foster care system, you’re kicked out once you become a legal adult whether you’re ready or not. Foster care sucks, but at least it was familiar and something I know. Living on my own and making ends meet…I don’t know…”
“Hmmm, I’ll have Marsha check on some of my rental units that might be…”
“Why do you do that?” When I asked what she was referring to, Devyn commented, “You always turn to Marsha to do your things. It’s like you’re dependent on her for almost everything. What does she do in the bank and more so, for you?”
Sitting back, I thought for a while before replying, “Marsha is my trusted Senior Executive Assistant who has been with me for so long that she knows my thoughts and what I would do. Through my private secretary and the various office managers, Marsha manages the administrative operations of the executive headquarters. She is my right-hand person who by her very omnipresence, controls access to me through my schedule, communications, and involvement. She runs interference and shields me, freeing me to focus on the bank and increasing its growth and profits.
“However, if you were to ask Marsha to explain her duties, I am pretty sure that she will say, ‘I take care of and look out for the boss.'”
“Wow! Now, that’s the kind of job I would love to have,” purred Devyn as she digested what I had just divulged. “Definitely…’
For some strange reason, a shiver shot up my spine at Devyn’s musing, and had me scrambling to return to her concerns, I said, “Okay, now off the top of my head, I have several units in the 801 South Street condominium complex for working individuals and families. As I recall, I have a few studios and one single-bedroom unit. I could let you stay…”
“There you go again, Brad!” snickered Devyn, “Are you sure you not trying to ‘groom’ me?”
“Devyn! Let me reiterate that seducing you is the farthest thing from my mind. But how can I repay my debt to you if you keep objecting whenever I use the resources at my disposal? Correct me if I am wrong, but I think that saving my life is worth letting you stay in one of my units for free and with no strings attached, or until you can start paying rent, or you decide to move out with some boyfriend.”
“Okay, point for Brad,” admitted Devyn, conceding that my intentions were honorable. “Hmmm, let’s see. If I am going to pay rent, I might as well pay it for a one-bedroom unit. But wait! It just dawned on me that I have nothing to put into my new place. What? It comes with a washer/drier combo, stove, and refrig. Okay, but I have no money for a bed, furniture, kitchen stuff, or dinnerware, and the rest like food? I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
“Hey, don’t look at me, Devyn, when it comes to setting up a new place. While I have an expensive three-bedroom condo, Grace, my wife, set it up before she passed away decades ago. Sad to say, I hardly stay there…it is too lonely…even though she begged me before she died to find someone special and remarry. Now, you know why I have a pull-down bed in my office which worries Marsha to no end. And speaking of whom, I would suggest that you talk to…”
“Talk to Marsha. Okay, okay, I will sit down with her. I should anyway…I need to explain things to her before she gets the wrong impression about me…and us. I mean she knows you well and can probably guess your intentions toward me. However, I don’t want her to think I am some teenage gold digger or skanky slut out to seduce her boss for his money. Hmmph!
“Plus, I could use some of her insight as to what makes you tick. What’s that? Don’t pry into you and your life? Dream on, popcorn! How can I take care of you…be responsible for you…if I don’t get the inside scoops about you?
“Hey, wait a minute! It just dawned on me that you will ultimately be paying for my condo furnishings and necessities. Boy, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to get me to run up a big IOU to you.” Then with a mischievous grin on her cute face, Devyn zapped me again, “Are you sure you’re not trying to make me your ‘Sugar Baby? You better not turn out to be a closet Sugar Daddy!'”
Seeing a chance for some degree of payback for Devyn’s barbs that constantly disarmed me, I whispered as sinisterly as I could, “Only time will tell little girl… heh, heh, heh…”
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My attendance at Devyn’s graduation and her reaction to me was a preview of what was to come when the two of us were seen together.
“You came! You actually came!” squealed Devyn in unrestrained surprise and delight. I smiled weakly and began draping a lei around her neck. However, when I bent to kiss my graduate on the cheek as was the custom, Devyn turned her face at the last moment to kiss me tenderly on the lips.
Flustered, I didn’t know what to say or do. However, Devyn carried on as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Although her foster parents and family were obviously suspicious of me, Devyn casually introduced me and maintained that ours was an innocent friendship.
Despite such reassurances, we were immediately seen as the proverbial odd couple. I towered over Devyn, was obviously much older, was one of the few haoles in an ocean of yellow and tanned graduates and attendees, and reeked of wealth and influence despite my efforts to be low-key and blend in.
And to make matters worse, Devyn insisted that her new iPhone be used to take pictures of us together. I could immediately see on the faces of those around us the myriad of questions regarding how Devyn obtained and could afford it. Helpless to do anything, I ended up smiling for the camera with my cute Okinawan teenager clinging to me.
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It never dawned on me that pairing my teenage savior and my longtime Senior Executive Assistant would eventually prove to be a life changer for me. Because of the chemistry of their personalities, they bonded rather quickly over a common interest… me.
Already impressed with Devyn’s maturity and spunkiness when it came to dealing with me, Marsha was further drawn to this teenager’s unspoken personal need. Orphaned at an early age, Devyn was innocent and unsure of herself in many ways despite her bravado. This caused Marsha’s maternal instincts to kick in, and she more than willingly filled that void in Devyn’s life by being her surrogate mother, advisor, and confidant.
However, it was Devyn’s keen insight into me that made Marsha look at this unique teenager in a new light. “You know, Marsha, that I’ve known Brad for only a short time,” Devyn shared as they shopped for her apartment furnishings, “but something is not right with him. He’s all work and no play…no outside interests… especially women. This is strange for a man of his age and position. Brad is oddly out of balance.”
After hearing this, Marsha was impressed with such an astute observation and shared, “He wasn’t always like that. However, when his wife, Grace, whom he loved dearly, passed unexpectedly away, Brad began shutting himself off from any further personal involvement so he wouldn’t be hurt again. His subsequent ‘warrior-monk’ persona has led to his meteoritic rise within the bank, but it came at a dear cost — a virtually nonexistent personal life.”
When Devyn confidently said, “Well, I am going to change that,” Marsha realized that this teenager was the spark that had been sorely lacking in my life…a much-needed infusion of vitality and the unexpected. But the dilemma facing Marsha was how to fan that spark until it burned brightly and dispelled the darkness from my life.
My crafty Senior Executive Assistant of many years encouraged Devyn’s stated goal by sharing her observations as to how I thought, why I acted, my weaknesses, and especially my idiosyncrasies. As Marsha did so, the possibility that Devyn might be a suitable protégé and her eventual replacement began to take root.
“Hmmm, that’s not a bad idea,” Marsha mused to herself. “Both Brad and Devyn are ‘needy’ in their own way, and when I’m retired, they might be able to give each other what they’re missing. Hmmm…despite their big age difference, I wonder…”
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“Dev! This is Brad! Happy Birthday! Hey, it’s not every day that a certain someone turns eighteen and legally becomes an adult. How did I know? Well, Marsha mentioned it when she was updating me on your newly furnished place. You know you don’t have to be so…frugal. Spend more…you’re good for it. All that matters is that you like it and are happy.
“Brad, my new place is neat! I know that Marsha wanted me to buy more things…but I got only what I needed. Why? I didn’t to go too much into your debt… hmmph,” Dev snorted but I swear I could hear her snickering as she struggled not to giggle. “I have already become your ‘Sugar Baby’ by default. God knows what will if I owe you anymore, I will become…ahhh…what would be my next sinful status in our kinky relationship…oh, how about your ‘kept woman?'”
“Enough of that, you sass-butt girl, hmmph! You better be careful because someone might overhear you. Not knowing that you love to tease and make me squirm, they would get the wrong idea about me…even though my intentions and actions have been honorable. Hmmph! Young people nowadays…no respect for their elders!
“Anyway…I called to see if you didn’t have plans, I’d like to celebrate your birthday with you…that is if you don’t mind being seen with a decrepit tall lanky haole guy. Are you open for another fine dining adventure… or…do you want to do something else this coming weekend? We’d be celebrating your birthday so what do you want to do?”
“Yes, I would like to be with you…and this weekend is fine. However, if we went to some fancy restaurant, Marsha would insist that I buy another dress and shoes besides getting a full-blown cosmetic makeover. You know she’s more than willing to have me spend your money. But no. Can’t we do something that doesn’t cost money…like going to the beach? ”
“Dev, I hate to disappoint you but I haven’t been to the beach in ages…plus the two of us on a public beach would draw a lot of unwanted attention. If seen by the wrong people, it would result in unfounded conjecture and some sick rumors.”
Yet when I heard the sigh of disappointment that escaped her lips, I quickly said, “Say, I do have a buddy who has a North Shore beach house that he’s always willing to let me use. It’s rather basic but is on the shoreline. Besides indoor plumbing, a full kitchen, two separate bedrooms…not that we’d be sleeping over…it has a good sun deck for private tanning and a barbecue area. I’m not much in the kitchen, but I can grill a mean steak…and if you’re really nice, I’ll throw in a lobster tail too. What do you think?”
“Wow! You cooking for me? Now, that’s special and something that I could get used to. And, since I’ve never tried lobster, you’d be surprised at just how ‘nice’ I can be when I want something badly. But I’ve got to ask why you said that we wouldn’t be sleeping over.”
“Dev, I thought you told me upfront “no sex” and that you intended to remain a virgin until you found a guy you loved. Just because you’re legally an adult now, I don’t think…”
“Ewww, Brad! Did I say anything about getting ‘hot and heavy’ with you? But, what’s wrong with us sleeping under the same roof…I mean we don’t have to be in the same bedroom or bed, do we? And even if we did, that doesn’t mean that we have to have sex! Now, get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty old man…and let me have a ‘slumber party’ that I’ve never had…but not one involving me breaking my vow of chastity. Is that too much to ask for a special eighteenth birthday present?”
To be honest, I didn’t know what to say. From the very get-go, I was helpless when it came to Dev getting me to do whatever she wanted. Unable to figure a way out of her infallible logic, I found it easier to just acquiesce to her desires.
“Okay, okay, I give up. I’ll call my friend to let him know that I’ll take him up on his beach house offer. I’ll ask him to have his property manager air out and set up the place to include fresh linen and bedding. I’ll pick up the key from his office, leave my Mercedes at home, and will drive my jeep because I need to run it…ha, see, you don’t know everything about me. I’ll pick you up first thing Saturday morning, you spoiled brat, so that we can do some shopping for food along the way.”.
“Good! I’ll be waiting for you at the pickup area of my place. Thank you in advance for a special weekend. I have a feeling it will be one to remember.”
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A barely-there vibrant magenta string bikini scantily covered the ivory-toned nubile delights of Devyn Toma, my lovely Okinawan eighteen-year-old. God, am I dying again? Standing before me was the heavenly angel who rescued me…or maybe…given how hot Dev looked and the unexpected swelling in my swimming trunks, was she some young temptress out to beguile me?
“What, Brad? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Ahhh, Dev, you are…breathtaking. You scramble this old man’s wits and wreak havoc with his old body. I never fully realized just how beautiful you are.”
“Why…thank you, Brad…I think,” Dev said with a sweet smile of appreciation mixed with a degree of uncertainty. “I wasn’t sure about wearing this bikini…and…oh my! I didn’t think I would have ‘that’ effect on you,” she murmured as she shyly lowered almond-shaped eyes but not before slyly sneaking a peek at the obvious bulge in my shorts. “I think…no, I know…that Marsha will be pleased. You know she picked it out for me.”
Shocked, I didn’t know if I would choke or kiss Marsha the next time I saw her. This was the first time I had seen Dev so scantily clad, and I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to her. My eyes appreciatively roamed over her alluring young body and the four skimpy cloth triangles that barely managed to cover enough of Dev to make her decent…just barely.
The two flimsy pieces of her top covered her modest breasts but struggled to conceal her noticeable nipple bumps. Additionally, they failed miserably whenever she leaned forward or bent over, causing her cups to pucker or fall away. As such, I was treated to fleeting glimpses of her perky snow-white cones of soft flesh that projected from her small chest. Every once in a while Dev unknowingly flashed me her dark pink puffy areolas and what looked like her tender nipples nestled in her shallow bra cups.
In a desperate effort to tear my eye away from Dev’s intriguing boobs, I let my eyes wander over her flat soft stomach to appreciate the curve of her hips that were just right for her petite size. My southward visual journey, however, came to a screeching halt once I clearly saw her bikini bottom (if you could call it that). Suspended by thin straps from her hips, the little front triangle cupped (scooped would be a better word) her teenage pussy so snuggly that I swear I could see a slight indent of her camel-toed twat.
Seeing where I was looking, Devyn quickly dropped a hand and then brought a thigh forward to block my view of her nether delights. However, in doing so, she exposed her backside that although was covered a bit more, readily revealed for my viewing pleasure the curve of her tight butt cheeks.
“Oooh, I knew that this bikini was a mistake!” whined Devyn in embarrassment “I told Marsha that I felt like I was wearing nothing, and would be flashing my privates to you. But Marsha simply said that if I had ‘it,’ then I shouldn’t be ashamed to flaunt ‘it.’ Can you believe that she even took me to a waxing salon…yeow, did it sting…just so I could wear this rather tiny bikini bottom? Besides feeling stupid, I feel naked…and so uncomfortable!”
“Devyn Toma, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. As I’ve said before and will say again, ‘You’re beautiful.’ However, this is supposed to be your birthday celebration. You shouldn’t be self-conscious…uptight…and struggling not to show me what you don’t want me to see.
“So, with that being said, put on that light sundress that you were wearing earlier… relax…and be comfortable…especially around me. But…I’ve got to warn you, you pretty little thing, that if you show me what you have, I will certainly look. Hey, I’ve got to keep you on your toes and stay true to my hidden lecherous nature that you’re always reminding me of…heh, heh, heh.”
“Thanks, Brad, I always knew you were a gentleman…even though your physical reaction to me was…well…unexpected,” Dev said while she glanced at the bulge in my shorts. “I guess I’ll have to take ‘it’ as some form of perverted compliment. Hmmph!”
“Enough of that, you sassy girl…oh, that’s right…sassy young…very young…woman. Now, scat, and put something on before you give me a heart attack!
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“Ummm,” sighed a contented Dev, “I really loved that grilled lobster tail with butter was absolutely divine. I could definitely get used to eating it… especially if you’re cooking it for me. Definitely.”
“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve cooked for an appreciative good-looking woman…and having said that, I wouldn’t mind doing it again if it will make you happy.” As was happening more and more often, Dev’s response to my comment was a wonderful smile and a kiss on the cheek.
We had just put away what little food was left, showered, and changed into our sleepwear before lounging on the couch. For me, it was a tank top with baggy swim shorts, and for Dev, it was a large loose cotton sleep shirt. From the noticeable pointy bumps in her shirt’s front, I knew that she was braless (and possibly more), but having seen my birthday girl in her scanty string bikini, this was rather anticlimactic.
“I’m sorry that there’s nothing but cable television for entertainment. As I mentioned up front, this beach house is somewhat basic with very few amenities.”
“That’s okay, Brad. Having a slumber party with you is all that matters to me. Plus, Marsha told me to watch an old Elvis Presley movie called ‘Blue Hawaii’ that’s being televised tonight on Turner Classic Movies. Her mom was a cast extra in the movie and became a huge Elvis fan. Marsha wanted me…and I guess you too… to pay special attention to his hit song, ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love.’ It was her mom’s favorite song…and did you know, it’s Marsha’s too? So, I hope you’re ready for a night at the movies with me?”
“Blue Hawaii” was a typical Elvis Presley movie based on a corny plot, a good-looking leading lady, a young romance, and full of Elvis singing. However, when it came to the special song, Elvis sang the slow love ballad in such a way that made you pay attention to the lyrics:
“Wise men say / Only fools rush in // But I can’t help falling in love with you // Shall I stay? Would it be a sin / If I can’t help falling in love with you?”
I gulped as I realized that my devious Senior Executive Assistant had meant this first verse specifically for me and my growing attraction to Dev. Although I had couched my actions towards the eighteen-year-old who snuggled against me as repaying a life debt, they now seemed somehow not advisable or smart. For some inexplicable reason, I (as the song said) foolishly rush in…and found myself becoming involved with a teenager who was some thirty-plus years younger than me…a definite no-no…especially for a man of my position.
Just then Dev held my arm as she pressed against my shoulder, causing me to lean toward her. Although I tried to deny it, no matter how I sliced and diced it, Dev had captured my attention and caused my heart to have feelings that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I found myself wanting to be with her and knew that as improbable as it seemed I wanted more than just a friendship.
As if sensing my acceptance of the inevitable, Dev slipped her little hand into my mine to naturally entwine our fingers. “Oh, shit, what the heck is happening?”
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In the darkness of my bedroom, I tossed and turned in my bed as I continued to wrestle with my surprised feelings that had arisen today, and found myself losing. How did this happen? How could a man my age let things get so far out of hand? How stupid had I been to dive into a relationship with a teenager…even if she was a lovely petite Asian angel…who constantly kept me intrigued. How did Devyn Toma steal into and take my heart?
“Brad?” was the question that jerked me from my fit of mental self-flagellation, “Can I come in? I am…I’m very lonely…unsure of myself…and uncertain as to what to do. I don’t want to be alone. Please?”
I never got a chance to respond because Dev crawled under the bed covers and cozied up next to me. With her head resting on my beating chest, she murmured, “I know I said that we wouldn’t be in the same bedroom…much less the same bed…but I really need you to…” And with that Devyn buried her face into my shoulder and began to softly cry.
“Hey, what’s wrong, Dev? Come on, tell me.”
For a while, Devyn didn’t say anything and just hugged me. Then taking a deep breath, she struggled to compose herself before whispering, “You’re going to laugh…but it’s that damn song…yeah…the Elvis one. I can’t get it out of my head and it’s making me think…about me… you…and us.
“Oh, Brad, I have failed you miserably”, whimpered Devyn. “I am supposed to be responsible for you…to take care of you…to watch out for you…and yet…” And with that, my Okinawan pixie started to sob again as she snuggled against me. When I held her small soft body to mine, she slipped an arm and a leg over me as I casually stroked her back, breathing in her intoxicating feminine scent.
“I now know why Marsha wanted me to listen to that damn song,” Dev finally mumbled. “She was, in her own manipulative way, getting me to understand and accept that I…I love you. Oooh, I am not supposed to…it’s happening so fast…but like the song said, ‘Only fools rush in…but I can’t help falling in love with you.’ Please forgive me…” With that said Dev began to cry again as she clung even more tightly to me.
I didn’t say anything. What could I do? Dev was running the same gauntlet of disbelief, doubt, and self-incrimination as I had just moments before and had arrived at a similar conclusion as I did…that we were falling in love with each other. Knowing that after my next step, there would be no turning back, I whispered, “Hey, Dev, don’t cry for this is how I feel about you…”
“I don’t know how or for that matter why, but I love you, Devyn Toma, more than you’ll ever know.”
And with that, I lifted the chin of my startled love interest and tenderly kissed her until Dev responded, hesitantly at first and then fervently. My tongue snaked into her open mouth and soon was passionately dueling with hers. When we reluctantly broke our lip lock, she moaned sensuously as my lips travel down her exposed throat and then back up.
Regaining her confidence in the knowledge that I loved her, Dev’s little hand slithered down my body to blindly grope and then boldly squeeze my hardening manhood. “Now you’ve gone and done it, Brad. I know I shouldn’t, but as my first love, I want you in the worse possible way. Make love to me…please…be my first man.”
However, with a herculean effort, I grasped the wrist of her naughty hand and brought it to my lips. Gently kissing her dainty fingers, I murmured, “No, Dev, wait! Shit, I know that this sounds stupid and that I will regret this later, but I think we need to slow things down.
“Listen to me. As improbable as it may be, we can finally admit that we love each other. Let’s not complicate things more by jumping into sex. Don’t be in a rush to give up your virginity…and the truth be told…I don’t know if I’m ready to…ah, shit, I don’t know what to think…and as silly as it may sound, I just know that I love you.”
“Oooh, I wish you weren’t but you are right, damn it. It’s just that I’ve never been in love, and all I want to do is to dive into lusty sex like a horny teenager…which I am right now! But going overboard to satisfy my sexual cravings wouldn’t take care of you the way I am supposed to, would it? Sigh, it sucks being so goddamn responsible for you.”
“Well, we both have our crosses to bear. You don’t know what it’s like being the proverbial ‘older man who hasn’t had sex for decades and who after meeting a very pretty and willing barely-legal teenager, has to say, ‘Stop! Wait!’ I must be nuts to say ‘No’ to a horny Asian minx like you. Sigh, and do you know what? No matter what I do, I will be seen by others as having groomed and seduced you, an innocent sweet virgin.”
“Some might,” slipped in Dev, “but there are those who will say that I conned you, a lonely widower, with my teenage sexual wiles, exchanging sex for a lavish lifestyle. Hey, would becoming your ‘mistress’ be my next step in sexual depravity? Nah, all joking aside, I can wait until you’re ready. Ain’t that a kick in the ass since it is normally the guy who has to wait until the girl is ready to ‘give it up.’ I hope you appreciate it! Hmmph!
“You know that Marsha will be delighted…and no, I won’t say anything to her…but she’ll know by the way we act when we’re together. And speaking of us being together, did you know that Marsha wants me to become her protégé and replacement? What? She hasn’t mentioned this to you. Well, she will…so, act surprised.
“Come on, Brad, think about it. Marsha is sixty-three already and eligible for Social Security and will soon be entitled to Medicare. The only reason she hasn’t retired is…well…in her own words, ‘Who will take care of the boss?’
“If Marsha gets her way, I’ll go to college and be her part-time Assistant Executive Assistant. She wants me to learn the insides-outs of the position and bank… especially how to work with and protect you. Don’t be surprised if she insists on using your charge card to take me clothes shopping since I have nothing to wear that would be becoming of the executive level of the bank and her apprentice.
“And before you ask, I’m open to the idea. That’s because if you agree with Marsha’s request, my part-time job will pay me enough so that I start paying rent for my condo unit. Brad, don’t argue. If I don’t, sooner or later someone will find out that you’re paying for my place and I will really be called your ‘kept woman’ or worse.
“What? No, I’ve got to pay the full amount so as not to raise any suspicions about us. However, I wouldn’t mind if you took me grocery shopping regularly…and spoiled me rotten by coming over to cook for me…or being my guinea pig as I learn how to cook. With the saved money not having to buy food, I could get a moped so that I wouldn’t have to catch the bus all the time.”
“Ah, Dev, why don’t you use my jeep…yeah, the one that’s parked outside? Much of the time, it is just parked in my second stall at my condominium. What? You don’t know how to drive? Well, I know a friend of a friend who runs a driving school, and I’m sure you’ll have your license and driving my jeep before long. Okay?”
“Deeper and deeper into your debt…sigh…I might be forced to…owww, twist my arm… o become your ‘sex slave’ to repay you…hey…what an interesting idea! And speaking of sex, we need to talk seriously about sex…or more so, having it. Now that I know you love me…when?”
“Ahhh, I think we should play it by ear since we met only a few months ago. Don’t get me wrong, Dev, I want you in the worse way. However, there are some people out there who would love to accuse me of having groomed an underage orphan…using my generosity with new clothes, shoes, dinners, and a free condo unit against me. They will accuse me of committing statutory rape or worse.
“If we are unable to defend ourselves, such moral accusations might invalidate my bank contract and I’d be fired for cause…and you would be labeled a ‘whore’ or worse. However, if you can medically show that you’re ‘vaginally chaste’…a virgin…well…we should be protected.”
When I saw the look of doubt and dismay mar Dev’s lovely face, I hurriedly added, “It won’t be forever, you horny little slut. Do you think I want to go on forever with a raging hard-on and swollen blue-balls? But can we hang in there…together…until we are seen as a couple…an eye-opening odd one…and gain a degree of acceptance?”
I thought Dev would start crying again, but to my amazement, she looked questioningly at me. “Brad, is vaginal sex the only form of sex? It isn’t, is it? So, while we are waiting to become respectable in the eyes of whomever, we could…and I hope you agree…be secretly engaging in ‘alternative’ forms of physical intimacy and sexual pleasure? I mean what people don’t know, well, they don’t know. Right? Now, what can I do to persuade you to take care of my much-neglected sexual education?”
“Hmmm, now that’s a hard one, Dev. Ahhh, for starters you might want to take off your sleepshirt and panties. What? You’re not wearing panties…oh, you’re such a shameless Okinawan hussy! ”
Throwing back the bed covers to sit up, Dev grabbed the hem of her sleepshirt and yanked it off in one swift movement. Free of any clothing, her small fleshy ivory cones sloped gently from her chest to flip at the end for a perky look. Her puffy areolas had contracted in her excitement to merge with succulent pencil-eraser-like nipples, forming mouthwatering mini-Mount-Fujis just begging to be sucked.
My hands pulled her closer to leisurely caress her smooth soft body. Dev whimpered pitifully when my mouth traveled downward to completely inhale one of her pointy tits while I pinched her other nipple, rolled between my thumb and forefinger. I sucked her spongy yet firm boob from her heaving chest, making Dev gasp breathlessly when her rock-hard tip was lightly nipped by my teeth before finally escaping my tormenting mouth.
“Do you love that, you horny little girl?”
“Oh, God, yes! I never knew having my titties sucked and played with could…oooh, it feels so good…so damn good. My nipples…they’re so hard…so achy. Yikes, that hurts when you lightly bite them…but…ohhh…but it also feels so damn good. I could definitely get used to you playing with and sucking my boobs all the time.
“Anytime you want, Dev, but now that I see your sweet hairless quim. I’m going to have a big helping of pussy-pie. Lay back, spread your shapely legs…yeah, that’s the way… show me what you have, you sexy eighteen-year-old. Your cunt lips are so damn engorged…such a tight little fleshy slit…so juicy…so delicious looking!
Shrill cries ripped through the bedroom as my rasping tongue plowed up and down Dev’s drenched pussy crack. She jerked when my tongue flicked on her stiff love nub and then was thrust into her quivering cunt. Her unexplored twat gushed with the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted, and I greedily slurped it up.
Her sopping wet snatch instinctively began to hump my buried face with greater urgency. “Oh, my God, Brad! I can’t breathe,” panted Dev as her petite body began to tremble uncontrollably. “I am burning up! My gut is getting tighter and tighter. What is happening to me? Oh, shit! Oh, damn!”
Dev’s body suddenly arched sharply as she shouted vague obscenities and shuddered uncontrollably as the tension within her little body ratcheted tighter and tighter. Suddenly Dev screamed. “I can’t stop! I’ve just got to…arrgghh!…arrgghh!!… arrghh!!!” Her hips shot upward, as her churning hairless pussy exploded with her liquid sexual excitement, spurting violently once, twice, three times.
“Shit! This little pixie is a goddamn squirter,” exploded in my bewildered mind.
Dev collapsed in sweaty exhaustion against the mattress as her petite body convulsed with the aftershocks of her climax. “What…what the heck…just happened to me?” gasped a dazed Dev.
“You had an orgasm…what’s that…your first? Well, Dev, I can guarantee that it won’t be the last of your young life. Judging from your reaction, you loved it.”
“But why am I so wet down there? Did I pee?”
“No, Dev, you didn’t pee. Your orgasm was so intense that you ‘squirted’ your bodily fluids something like when a man ejaculates his spunk. It’s nothing to be ashamed of…in fact, it is a sign of your sexuality as a young woman.”
“Ummm, okay, I could get really used to…no, addicted…to having orgasms. Yeah, definitely,” Dev murmured as she pulled me to her, kissing me tenderly. “Hey, wait a minute. Why am I the only one who’s naked? Strip, damn you, Brad! It’s only fair that if you can see me naked, I should be able to see you naked.”
“Are you sure, Dev? I mean I’m no longer in my prime and have lost muscle tone and…”
“Shush, Brad, enough with the damn excuses and stop stalling. Take off your damn clothes… now!” When I did as she commanded, Dev exclaimed, “Oh, my, you’re so ‘big!'”
“Well, thanks, Dev, you’ve just made my day. This is what happens to me…when I see a certain Okinawan eighteen-year-old virgin in a skimpy string bikini… and then when she stripped butt-ass naked. My cock automatically gets thick, long, and rock-hard. With my testicles…yeah, those round things in that scrunched fleshy sack. It can be embarrassing as well as very painful because of the built-up sperm not being released.”
“Painful? Oh, that’s not right. I’m supposed to be taking care of you…and while you’ve given me a wonderful eye-opening climax, I haven’t given you one.” Then fondling my cock, Dev asked, “What can I do, Brad, to give you relief? Tell me what to do and I will do it.”
“Oh, are you sure? Okay, if you insist. Play with my cock by gripping it…a bit tighter… yeah…and sliding your hand up and down my shaft. Now, lick my dick to lubricate your fist sliding…oooh, yeah, like that…oooh, jerk me off, baby girl. Do you feel my cock getting harder and pulsating?
“Now, kiss my dickhead…yeah…just like that. Open your mouth and relax your throat…take as much of my cock as you can in your mouth…suck on me, Dev…like how you’d suck on a popsicle. Yeah…oh yeah. You’re so goddamn good that I’m going to cum real soon and spurt like you did. Take all my spunk into your mouth… don’t spit it out…just swallow it…just swallow it!
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum…yeah…I’m going to fill your sweet little mouth…oh, oh, oh…I’m cumming…arrgghh…arrgghh…gulp down all my spunk…do it…suck me off! Yeah…like that…oooh, like that…you’re so damn good…such a goddamn cock-sucker.”
“Ummm, ummm, you taste so good,” mumbled Dev after she sucked me dry and then leisurely licked my softening dick before mouthing my hairy balls. “I know that I am going to love doing this. What’s that? It’s called ‘giving head’…’sucking off’…or, yeah, giving you a ‘blow job’?
“Okay. I don’t really care. I just love having your big fat cock in my mouth and feeling you shoot your cum down my gulping throat. Yeah… you’re right…ummm…it tastes so good…so delicious…I love it. It makes me want to be really wicked so that a certain dirty old man cannot resist taking my virginity…yeah, the vaginal one. I know what you said, but I want to…can we please do ‘it’? It would be an ‘interesting’ way of taking care of you.”
“Sigh, no, Dev. I can see that this is going to be much harder than I thought. Hey, as much as I would love to…’fuck you’…yeah, that’s what it comes down to…remember you’re supposed to be responsible for me. That includes not giving my detractors ammunition to shoot me down. And I am supposed to be taking care of you which means protecting you and your reputation…hmmm…and what would happen if we did ‘it’ and you got pregnant?”
“Okay, okay, I get the drift. Thanks for reminding me that I did declare that I am responsible for and taking care of you. But for the record, you’re no fun if you know what I mean…heh, heh, heh.
“Still…to show you just how responsible I am, I am getting on birth control pills. Yes, I will. Why? There may come a time when a certain closet pervert may be unable to resist the charms and willingness of a certain virgin. Me becoming pregnant would really cause all kinds of nasty rumors about us.
“Sigh, I guess I’ll have to be content with alternate sex for now. Don’t get me wrong… while it isn’t bad…it just is not enough… sigh… definitely not enough! I hope I can hold on until we become accepted. So much for being foolish and just rushing in…hmmph!”
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Author’s note: Stay tuned for the next part of this romance when Brad takes Devyn’s hand and goes with the flow.