The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway.
Charlotte’s display of toys leaves me absolutely fucking speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available. Not that I needed another car for my garage, but I wanted this one.
And to add to that, I’m still trying to register what she said.
“This weekend, you and me. Nothing’s off-limits.”
Bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her as softly as I can, holding back my desperation of wanting more. Aside from our audience, including a misty-eyed Adriana, I don’t want Charlotte to think sex is the only thing on my mind. Your dick will argue that point in a heartbeat.
For a Saturday night, the traffic is flowing with not too many cars on the road. We’ll make it there in an hour and a half, especially the way I’m driving. Adriana and Elijah are taking their time, something about the scenic route. I refuse to ask questions. When anyone takes the ‘scenic route,’ it’s because they are stopping off somewhere to get laid.
“So, Mr. Edwards, how’s the drive?” Charlotte teases, connecting her phone to the car while playing Bon Jovi, one of my favorite bands. If that doesn’t bring back memories.
“Smooth,” I say, grinning. I muster up the courage and ask her the question which has been nagging me since we were in the garage. “So, tell me something, Miss Mason, how did you really get this car?”
She hesitates, sending a wave of jealousy to my over-imaginative brain. Charlotte has never been that type of woman. Get a grip, will you, Edwards?
“Lex, I’m a lawyer. I argue for a living. I went to the dealer knowing it was a limited production. I did my research, and the salesman tried to take me for a ride. I told him I knew there was a black one left in the Beverly Hills’ showroom. I was willing to pay all shipping costs, and full payment for the car. He kept going back and forth to his manager with lame excuses when I demanded to speak to him personally. I read the disclosure to him that where a car remains in another showroom, the dealer has full rights to sell that car to a customer provided all payments are received upfront. Basically, he didn’t think I was good for the money.”
“But how on earth were you good for the money? I know how much this car is worth?”
I’m hoping I don’t offend her. Her silent pauses are dragging out, and I feel myself constantly on edge around her.
She laughs, resting back into her seat with a sigh. “Well, I do make a nice living, but I guess I learned how to invest well. I inherited some property and money from my grandmother when she passed away. I paid off my Yale tuition and put a deposit on my apartment.”
“Smart move,” I tell her.
“Yes, I agree. I became a bit obsessed with the stock market a few years back, and it paid off. Nikki and I went halves to open the law firm and business has not stopped since we opened. The car came as my present to myself. I never really had a twenty-first birthday, you know, with studying and stuff…” trailing off, she stops mid-sentence. “Anyway, I don’t have time to go on vacation, so I don’t spend much money. I guess it’s there for a rainy day.”
There’s so much more to Charlotte I don’t know. She has always been smart and intelligent, which is a massive turn-on when talking to her. Now, I’m hearing she’s into stocks, bonds, and investing, God couldn’t have cloned any more of a perfect woman for me.
This weekend, I’m hoping to get to know her better as well as getting my hands on her. I adjust uncomfortably in my seat as mental images of her naked on the hood of this car flash before me. I contemplate reaching over and fingering her tight pussy while I drive, but the car is so precious, plus she’s wearing jeans which makes it more difficult.
We spend the rest of the drive talking about the stock market. She knows her stuff, and my dick gets harder the more she speaks.
It’s a little after nine when we arrive at the house, and the residence is nothing short of a luxurious Hamptons real estate. Luscious green lawns surround the house, and they’re manicured to perfection. The beach sits in front of the property, and toward the back is a massive Olympic-size pool. Hidden in the corner amongst some ferns is a Jacuzzi. Well, I’ll be damned.
We park toward the rear of the property and grab our bags. The lights are on, so I assume the others are still up. As we pass the pool area, I can’t help but point it out.
“Nice Jacuzzi. I hope you brought your bikini, Miss Mason.”
Lingering by the door, I pull her into me and take her mouth. All I want to do this weekend is kiss these beautiful lips. Oh, who am I kidding, I want to taste her pussy, fuck her in the pool, on the beach, up the ass, make her blow me… the list goes on and on.
“I didn’t think we need it in there.”
She pulls away laughing as she enters the front door.
Fuck, if that didn’t kill me.
As I close the door behind me, I say hello to Rocky and offer the friendliest greeting I can conjure up for Nikki. She does her usual grunt back which is nothing surprising. I turn to look away, my attention focusing on Will and Charlotte. I understand why Charlotte is so in love with him, he’s such a great kid, but it’s the sight of her with him that captures my attention in an odd way.
His tiny arms wrap around her neck as she holds onto him tight. My mind begins conjuring up our future, imagining her with our child, what that would be like. She’s so good with him, and wait! Shit! Did I say with ‘our’ child? I shake my head trying to clear the thought, jumping the gun when she isn’t even my girlfriend yet.
“Will, we allowed you to wait for Charlie and Lex, but now it’s bedtime,” Nikki scolds in a soft tone.
“Aww, Mom…” He pouts. “Okay. But Cha Cha, can you please read this awesome new book I got? It’s about a dinosaur that invades New York City,” he pleads, grabbing the book and showing Charlotte.
“Sounds… um… promising.”
Charlotte puts her arm around him as Will waves goodnight before they disappear up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, she emerges from Will’s room as we meet in the hallway. She places her fingers to her lips, and low and behold, there’s a sound-asleep child holding onto his precious dinosaur book.
“You’re really great with him, Charlotte,” I whisper, taking in the sight of a contented and peaceful child.
“He makes it easy.” Her eyes fall downward, only momentarily, before she lifts them with a smile. “So, what’s going on downstairs?
“Rocky is organizing poker.”
“Well, prepare to get your butt kicked by a girl, Edwards.”
I pull her back into me as she attempts to walk away. “Speaking of butts… I can’t wait to get my hands on yours. Actually, not just my hands, but to have my cock slide inside your pretty little ass again.”
She grinds her ass against my cock, the throbbing becoming increasingly unbearable. “Patience, Mr. Edwards, that cock of yours is going to get a nice little workout this weekend.”
Pressing into her, I’m ready to pull her into the room, have my way with her all night long until Rocky, who’s standing behind us, clears his throat.
“Strip poker time!”
He failed to mention earlier it would be strip poker.
“Rocky, come on, you always end up losing. So, what’s the point?” Charlotte whines, still stuck in my embrace. Thankfully, it gives me a moment to try to calm my situation down below.
We make our way to the dining area, settling around the table.
“Rocky thinks he’s the poker king after a few sessions with some poker hot-shots in Harlem,” Nikki moans, grabbing the bottle of tequila and four shot glasses. “Let’s at least make this interesting.”
An hour later, Rocky is sitting in his underwear.
Why he didn’t wear boxers is beyond me.
I’ve lost my shirt, something which doesn’t bother me. Nikki is also shirtless, sitting across from me in her bra and exposing a nice pair of tits.
Then there’s Charlotte, looking all smug because she has the highest chip count and is still wearing a tank top and jeans. It’s our fourth round of shots, and somehow the game has turned into strip poker combined with truth-or-dare, except it’s all truth.
“Okay, my turn. Truth or dare, Lex?” Rocky asks loudly.
“Truth.”
Nobody trusts Rocky’s dares which is why we always pick truth.
“Age? Who? And where you first fucked a chick.”
I nearly choke on a peanut I just threw in my mouth. I don’t want to anger Charlotte, but she appears amused by the question, quite possibly because we’ve never had this conversation when we first started seeing each other.
“I uh… hold on… I was sixteen and the chick, Brittany, I think was her name, was at a party one night. Not much to report. It was the first time I got drunk, and there wasn’t much to it. She was some senior from another school, and she got a kick out of preying on the inexperienced.”
“Dude, sounds like you were a dud. Did she at least give you head?”
“Yes, she did. I don’t know… am I, Charlotte?”
Putting her on the spot, she laughs then purses her lips, remaining silent. We have already smashed the first bottle of tequila, and Nikki’s just pulled out the vodka. I can’t recall the last time I drank for fun. With my mind already slightly fuzzy, the only times I drink is to escape the sorrow when it overwhelms me.
“Mmm, you’ll have to remind me again,” she murmurs.
“Woo, go for it! Go, go, go,” Rocky chants, fist-pumping the air.
“For Christ’s sake, Rocky, they aren’t going to do it in front of you,” Nikki berates him. “Okay, Charlie, same question.”
“I’d answer, but Mr. Possessive over here can’t handle sex and my past,” she slurs.
She has a point, but if there’s any moment to spill the beans it’s now, while I’m on the verge of a massive hangover tomorrow. Plus, I know part of her ‘dud’ sex encounter with Finn.
“I think I can handle it. Finn and his pathetic attempt to get you off,” I tell her, uninterested.
She shoots me an annoyed look, so I shut up.
“I was seventeen. Finn and I had been friends for like, forever. One day we decided maybe it was fate, you know, us being together, so we lost our virginities to each other on the beach. It was cold, the sand was gross, and I chaffed because I couldn’t get wet. Plus, he was huge.”
“How huge?” Nikki raises her brows.
Charlotte holds her shot glass toward her lips with a knowing grin. “Not as big as some.”
“Way to go, Edwards!” Rocky holds up his hand to high-five me.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react, laughing as I shrug my shoulders. Charlotte slurs something else before bursting out into laughter and accidentally spilling the vodka down her tank top.
“Okay, next question, since Nikki just lost that hand,” Charlotte puts her on the spot. “How many guys have you fucked? And I mean fucked, not blow jobs.”
Nikki scratches her head trying to think, then she bursts out laughing for no reason.
“I told you six… I think. There was the guy I lost my virginity to then he screwed my best friend, so I fucked his best friend after they won the state championships. Then there was John the science guy—”
“Was he the guy with the funky spunk?” Rocky blurts out.
Charlotte and I cringe in unison.
“Yes, Rocky. Then there was Dave—”
“Small Dick Dave?” Rocky snickers.
“Yes, Small Dick Dave. Then, oh yeah, we can’t forget the twins. Michael and Matthew.”
“You fucked twins?” Charlotte gasps.
“Yes, but it wasn’t… what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Aw babe, not the twin story again,” Rocky whines.
“You had an orgy with four girls.” Nikki points her finger close to his face. “What the hell are you getting jealous about?”
“Yeah, but they weren’t hot like you.”
Rocky tries to make kissy sounds toward Nikki, but she pushes him away, stubborn as usual.
“You said it was the greatest experience of your life because one of them squirted on your face,” Nikki reminds him.
I spit out my shot all over my chest and some even through my nose. Unable to contain my laughter, Charlotte joins me as she slaps the table, some poker chips falling to the floor.
An hour later, I’m sitting in my boxers after going all-in, and Nikki calls my bluff.
Charlotte is still winning but has lost one round costing her to lose her tank top. Several times, my eyes wander across to her chest, not that she cares. With the bottle of vodka almost finished, she’s determined to win.
Nikki is down to just her underwear, and as much as I detest her, she has an amazing body. Then we are left with Rocky. His stack is gone, and so is his underwear. Sitting on the chair free-balling in all his glory, he’s quick to point out the temperature in the room is cold, hence his predicament.
Charlotte grabs my cock then yells, “No, it’s not. Lex is as hard as a rock.”
With my motor skills compromised, I don’t bat her away, wondering why I am hard considering it is cold in the room. Thank fuck I still have my boxers on.
Two bottles of liquor are now finished before Nikki brings out the Sambuca. Jesus Christ, even I have my limits. Checking my phone, it’s just after midnight, and there’s a text from Adriana about stopping off for a late dinner, barely able to read it without squinting my eyes.
“What’s wrong, Lex? Got a booty text from your string of skanks?” Nikki chuckles.
“Babe, he got his booty right here.” Rocky points to Charlotte, who’s attempting to count her stack but keeps stopping at thirteen to start all over again.
She finally catches the conversation, crossing her arms in defiance.
“Yeah, Lex, what… am I your booty on the side? How many booties are you tapping?”
“None at the moment since you won’t let me tap yours.”
“Oh, snap!” Nikki squeaks, covering her mouth in shock.
“Charlie, you’re giving the poor guy blue balls. No one wants blue balls, but when you’re married, it’s—”
Nikki raises her hand, cutting him off. “It’s what, Rocky? I fuck you three times a week and blow jobs every other day. What the fuck are you complaining about? Plus, when Flow’s in town, I let you fuck me up the ass.”
We can’t suppress the laughter as we roar in hysterics. This time it takes longer to recover. It isn’t even funny, but the damn vodka makes the painting of the trees on the wall hilarious.
“But it’s not like every day, you know? I still have to jerk off in between.”
“Lex, you don’t have regular pussy, so how much do you jerk off?” Nikki questions while attempting to pour shots in all our glasses. She’s way off because each glass has spilled over the sides and onto the table.
“I don’t know. Before Charlotte it wasn’t very often, maybe twice a week. Now like five fucking times a day, and it’s still not enough,” I say, pouting like it’s the saddest thing ever to admit is happening to me.
Rocky is roaring as he bangs his fists on the table. The chips fall over causing Nikki to laugh hysterically, and inadvertently, she spills her Sambuca all over her cards.
“OMG, Lex, that’s so sweet of you,” Charlotte cries, placing her hand on her heart.
“Fuck, Lex, you’re gonna get carpel whatsamajiggy,” Nikki slurs, sloshing her glass in the air. “Just marry Charlie already, then you can fuck her twenty-four seven.”
“She won’t marry me,” I deadpan, my expression turning serious. “She’s too busy playing the field with Julian.”
A small silence falls upon the room, a bit like a tumbleweed rolling by, followed by Nikki and Rocky laughing again.
Charlotte’s lips curve upward into a smile as she half-covers her face by holding her cards up. “You’ve never asked me to marry you. Maybe if you did we could’ve had nine wonderful years of fucking our brains out. And I’m not playing the field, Julian is my fiancé. You’re my friend…”
I can barely string my words together, and I want to say something, but I can’t figure out what. I stand, unsteady, and walk as straight as I can to the coffee table, grabbing the keys. Attempting to remove the metal circle loop thing which holds the keys together, I slide it out and walk back to the table.
Kneeling on one knee, in only my boxer shorts, I motion for her to hold out her hand. I slide the ring onto her wedding ring finger.
Charlotte touches the base of her neck, her shoulders loosening as she stares at her hand.
“This weekend you’re my wife. You said nothing’s off-limits.”
We may be overly intoxicated, but there’s a mixed emotion coming from her. With a blank stare, I can’t figure out whether she’s happy or sad. Searching her face for some sort of response, a flush sweeps across her cheeks as her mouth widens into a beautiful smile.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she places her lips on mine for a brief kiss before mouthing, “I do.”
“Are we done with the corny bullshit?” Rocky complains, downing a shot then letting out a loud rasp. “Okay, fuckers, let’s play kill, fuck, or marry. Lex, you first.”
That’s the last thing I remember before it all becomes a blur.
