by J. P. Comeau
“Julianna and I loved playing with dolls growing up. That was before phones were such a big thing,” I told him. “I used to make mine do yoga stretches, and hers would be the student in my class.”
“That’s so funny,” Richard remarked.
I glanced up at him. “What about you and Jake?”
“Well, we never played with dolls, of course, but we were really into G.I. Joe and we had tons of Legos.”
I laughed a little. “Caley, do you have any new Barbies?”
“Yep, let me show you. I don’t play with them anymore. I just collect them.” She handed me the phone and took off to her room, returning with the latest Barbie dressed in a Puma outfit.
Richard’s eyes narrowed at me, and he glanced down at Caley and the doll. Then almost as if to prove something to me, he got on the carpet and started talking with Caley. I watched as she told him that this particular Barbie was into fashion design, and he hung on to her every word. Caley even brought out several different outfits for Richard to choose from for Barbie to model. I hadn’t pegged him as being all that good with kids, but then again, he’d been around Caley a lot that past year.
“I’d like to make a toast.” Jake and Richard’s father stood up, holding a glass of champagne.
Caley instinctively set the doll on the coffee table and turned to him.
“Julianna, you have made my son happier than I have ever seen him. Not only do you take care of our son, but you have given us a beautiful grandson and granddaughter. I know this is just the beginning of what is to come. May God bless both of you.”
We all raised our glasses of champagne, and Jake kissed Julianna as tears welled up in his eyes.
Maybe she was right. Maybe men really could change.
The dinner was delicious and filling, a stark but welcome change from my usual health food. A local catering company provided steak, pasta with garlic and olive oil, salad, miniature cakes, Italian bread, shrimp cocktail, and several other dishes that I was far too full to enjoy.
After we ate, Julianna’s housekeeper stayed behind with Caley and Jude as everyone got into limousines and headed to the Twisted Lemon. It was a local bar that had been a staple in River Valley for several decades. Word had already gotten out that we’d be celebrating there before the big day, which meant that it would be even more crowded than usual.
We made our way into the bar, and sure enough, it was packed. Most of them were there to celebrate with the wedding party, though. After chatting with Julianna and Crystal for a while, I made my way through the crowd and to the actual bar. And I found an empty seat right next to Richard. He was visiting with Jake's friend and business partner, Hillard. I nodded at Hillard as he left and made his way over to strike up a conversation with Crystal.
“It’s quite the party,” Richard said into my ear. Several women at the bar were making eyes at him, followed with dirty looks aimed at me. I couldn’t blame them, though. Richard was incredibly sexy. “Let me buy you a shot.”
I nodded with a grin and watched as he said something to the bartender that I couldn't hear. I sat with my hands in my lap and watched the bartender mix two shooters.
“This is too pretty to drink,” I shouted into his ear when the bartender placed it in front of me. It was two layers of white with a layer of pink in the middle. “What’s it called?”
“Pink Lady,” he said.
I downed it and shook my head, my lips pursing, and my mouth instantly watering. I could feel the burn of the alcohol in my chest.
“That’s potent,” I gasped, stifling a cough.
Richard started laughing and put his hand on the back of my seat. I glanced over to a corner of the bar. “The pool table’s open,” I managed, working to regain my breath.
He looked over at it and then back at me, lifting his eyebrows. “Do you play?”
I nodded.
“Not only do I play,” I said into his ear, “but I'm pretty confident that I could beat your old ass.”
I immediately regretted my choice of words, chalking it up to the alcohol. Luckily for me, he laughed it off.
“Is that a bet?”
I licked my lips. “Only if you buy me another shot!”
He nodded and ordered me another Pink Lady.
“Let’s do this,” I said after slamming the shot glass on the bar.
We made our way over to the pool table and racked up the balls. Richard was pretty good. Better than I had thought. He made every shot that he called out, whereas I had missed a few.
“Not so good for the young woman who is up against this old man,” he reminded me with a sideways grin.
I rolled my eyes and got all of the balls in on my next shot, shooting him a flirtatious look. Both of us laughed as we continued playing. “That’s what you get for poking fun at me.”
He came over to my side of the table, backed his body up, and it brushed against mine. “Oh, sorry.”
When he turned around, our eyes met, and I could feel the electricity between us. I stepped back. Once again, he made the shot, and I could tell that I would lose the game.
We spent most of the evening playing pool and chatting with each other, along with other people at the party. Jake and Julianna watched us for a while, and I could tell that she was excited about Richard and I spending time together. Jake looked pleased too.
It was just for the wedding, though, I told myself.
Richard taught me a few moves, too. It was hard not to get a little aroused as my ass pressed against his body, especially after so much champagne and those shots.
After the party, everyone but Hillard got into the limos to head back home. He was in the corner flirting with five different women. I heard him make some comment to Jake about not staying out too late, to which Jake shook his head. I’d heard that Hillard was quite the womanizer. Now, I knew why.
Jake and Julianna were all over each other during the limo ride back home.
"Would you two knock it off," Richard said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"Jealous, big brother?"
They were across from us, and Richard was dangerously close to me on the leather seat.
"You're lucky that tomorrow's your big day," Richard said as they got out of the limo and the chauffeur closed the door.
"What would you have said if it wasn't?" I looked over at Richard, who had a big smile on his face.
"Well, I wouldn't say it in front of Julianna, but I'd bet any amount of money that I can satisfy a woman better than he can."
My mouth fell open as the limo pulled away and headed toward my apartment.
"This is it," I said to the chauffeur, grabbing my purse and looking at Richard.
There was an awkward tension between us, and suddenly I didn't want the night to end. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the time I had spent alone, but the words came tumbling out before I could stop them. “Wanna come upstairs?”
Richard shrugged his shoulders to come off as relaxed, but I could tell that he was excited.
“Sure,” he said while inching closer to me. "Why abandon the party now?"
4
Richard
I walked behind Annie as we made our way up to her apartment. Her red satin dress hugged her hips nicely, and it was hard not to admire her toned legs since the hem of her skirt went up about an inch above her knees. Even the way her black, open-toed heels clicked on the marble floors was turning me on.
“My keys are in here somewhere,” she said, fishing through her elegant black purse.
I was mere inches away from her gorgeous hair, and it took everything I had not to bury my face in it. All night long, she had been teasing me with it, brushing it near my face as she made some offhand comment about my age.
Annie opened the door, and we walked into her loft apartment, which was directly above her yoga studio. It was an open floor plan with lots of space, which she made good use of with plenty of greenery. Annie carelessly flung her purse onto the white sectional, w
hich I noticed had a clean laundry pile full of her panties, and made her way into the kitchen.
“Nice place you got here,” I said, taking off my jacket.
I tossed it on top of Annie’s laundry and sat down on a barstool in front of her counter. Annie grabbed a bottle of water for each of us, winking at me as she handed one over.
“Thanks,” she replied, slurring her words a bit. “It’s easy getting to work in the morning, that’s for sure.”
I laughed a little bit, and she leaned forward, her plump, delicate cleavage teasing me. “So, how long have you been a yoga instructor?”
I listened to her tell me about her business, and how growing up, she knew that her calling was holistic health. Somewhere between her mentioning Crystal and discussing her plans for a comprehensive line of supplements, my eyes wandered down to her body. She caught me staring, but all I could do was blush.
“You’re not so bad looking either,” Annie said.
There was an awkward moment of silence as both of us felt the sexual tension in the room growing.
She chuckled, turning her gaze away from me. “Anyway, it’s been great having my best friend back in town and helping me in the studio. Although, I am a bit jealous of some of her yoga moves.”
“What do you mean?” I leaned back and folded my arms across my chest, eager to see more of her body.
“For example,” she said, sliding off her heels and walking around to my side. “There’s a pose called Lotus in Tripod Headstand.”
“That sounds difficult. Imagining myself in any position that had the word headstand in it sounds impossible.”
Annie giggled and tipped upside down, surprising me. I turned my head to the side, watching as she carefully lifted her legs up into the air and slowly folded them above her. Her arms were tight and strong as she held herself in a handstand.
“As you can see,” Annie said, folding her legs and lowering them down, giving me a sneak peek of her lacy g-string, “I have no problem going into a handstand. But I start to lose my balance as soon as I lower my legs. Crystal, on the other hand-whoops!”
Annie’s legs fell, laying her flat on her back, and her supple breasts pushed up closer to her face. Both of us burst out laughing, and I decided to make her feel better.
“I know you think that I’m just an old man,” I said, taking off my shoes, “but I bet that I can do this too.”
I surprised myself by getting into a handstand, and I just about had it until I also lowered my legs. It didn’t take long for me to fall flat on my back.
“Maybe it’s the booze,” Annie said in between bouts of laughter.
“That doesn’t explain why Crystal does it better, though. Unless you’re an alcoholic yoga teacher.”
“Hey now,” Annie giggled, trying to stand up. “I can do it too, but it’s just that she can hold it longer.” She reached her hand down and helped me to my feet. “And I bet that it’s not just the alcohol when it comes to you doing it, if you know what I mean.”
Annie looked even hotter now that we were just inches away from each other. Maybe it was the sneak peek from her drunken yoga poses, or perhaps it was the memory of Jake repeatedly telling me to go for it with her. Either way, I couldn’t deny that the chemistry between us was magnetic.
“I bet you can do it,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to hers.
Annie closed her eyes and welcomed my lips to hers, letting out a quiet moan as I ran my hands through her hair. I reached underneath and scooped up her ass, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me as I made my way to the couch.
After placing her down on top of my jacket, I started kissing Annie’s neck. She arched her back. “Don’t stop.”
With every touch of my hand, she rewarded me by calling out my name, telling me to take off her clothes. I reached around and unzipped her dress, pulling it down her curves until she shimmied it off. Annie’s perfect, round breasts hadn’t been in a bra all night, and the thought of her supple body tempting me even when I didn’t know it was, aroused me even more. I leaned down and pulled her breast into my mouth.
“Richard,” she moaned as my hands traveled south.
With one quick move, I slid her panties down until they were a ball at her feet. She put her hands on my head and pushed me down, encouraging me to place my mouth on her swollen folds. As I lowered my head, I used one of my hands to unzip and pull off my pants. At that point, my cock was throbbing, desperately aching to be inside of her.
Annie was one of the most passionate women I’d ever been with, continually bucking her hips back and forth as I made love to her with my tongue. I slid two fingers inside, rubbing and twisting until she submitted to me, her juices dripping down onto my lips. It only made me want her even more. I didn’t want to stop. There was something about her that called to me, pulled at my very soul. And feeling her, tasting her, made it all feel so right.
Slowly she sat up, reaching her hand beneath my chin and tilting it up toward her eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”
Standing, she pointed to the couch, pushing me down with her hands. She lowered onto her knees and practically ripped my tight black boxer briefs off. Even if it was done solely for my ego, I appreciated the fact that her eyes widened considerably upon seeing my swollen cock. She licked her lips before placing my throbbing head into her mouth and then slid it down.
“God, woman!” I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the couch, enjoying every blissful moment of her mouth, sending me into ecstasy.
Annie even cupped my balls and massaged, which not every woman knew how to do. It was perfect. The way her hands moved on my body. Not too forcefully. Just enough to hit the right spots and drive me wild. She seemed insatiable, as though she couldn’t suck it hard or fast enough. Realizing that I wouldn’t last much longer, I lifted her arms and moved forward, raising her to her feet. I grabbed her hand and glanced around until I found her bed.
After placing Annie on her back, I climbed on top and positioned my cock against her pussy. She tilted her head up and put her lips on mine, kissing me a bit softer and gentler than before. Unlike in my past one night stands with women, I enjoyed the intimacy and closeness between us. In fact, I almost yearned for it.
But that gentle nature only lasted a moment. Before I could even sink deep into her the passion between us exploded all over again. I put my hand on the back of her neck and plowed into her with all I had.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Annie’s voice was loud as I pumped in and out of her.
The bed shook so hard that I pictured it falling into the yoga studio below, and I was sure that her neighbors could hear us. I didn’t care, though. Between the alcohol and all of the flirting, all that mattered was me being inside of Annie.
We rolled over onto the floor, neither of us stopping to laugh at our drunken mistake. Annie climbed on top and lowered down, riding me like a cowgirl. Her slender yet curvy body bounced back and forth, and I ran my hands up and down her smooth skin.
I watched her body dance over me, the pleasure swelling inside of me. Annie closed her eyes and moaned as her hips swiveled, and her body ground against mine. The lust in her breathless screams pushed me to my edge. It wasn’t long before we both climaxed simultaneously, our voices combining as we coated each other in our juices.
The passion was so deep and strong that my body wailed and shook beneath her. By the time the climax receded, her body was pressed to mine, her head on my chest. I could feel her roll from me, snuggling up beside me, but after that, everything went dark.
I woke up on the floor next to her the following morning. Annie was on her right side, quietly sleeping as the sun shone through the window. My head was hurting, but nothing that some aspirin and water wouldn’t solve before the wedding. I watched her for a moment, recalling the hours before I fell asleep. She looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to wake her up.
Annie mumbled something in her sleep that I couldn’t make out, but it sounded pretty funny. I laugh
ed a little bit and then nudged her. She opened her eyes and rolled over, a little surprised to see me staring back at her.
“Ugh,” she said before rolling back over.
I couldn’t blame Annie for wanting to go back to sleep. Between the alcohol and drunken, rough sex, both my body and head were pulsing in pain.
“Come on, sleepyhead. We have a wedding to go to.”
Annie pulled the blanket over her eyes. “I don’t want to. And I can’t believe this happened.”
“It was bound to happen eventually,” I said with a big smile on my face.
Annie and I had been flirting with each other for a little over a year. It was only a matter of time before we slept together.
“No,” she said. “I turned you down, remember?”
I playfully kicked Annie from underneath the covers, then ran my feet up her legs.
She gasped and grabbed onto the blanket. “Stop! Your feet feel like miniature igloos!”
I laughed and then pulled back the blanket, propping myself up on my arm and forcing her to stare at me. Annie rolled over and let out a sigh.
“And yet here we are,” I said before kissing her on the lips.
She let out a slight moan that was starting to turn me on.
“I will say that last night was impressive,” Annie replied with a smirk. Her mascara was smudged, and there was lipstick on her cheeks. Yet somehow, she seemed even prettier than before. “Especially given how drunk we were.”
I ran my hands through hers before standing up, completely naked, wondering where my clothes were. I made my way into the main living space, suddenly remembering they were under a pile of clean panties. As I got dressed, Annie walked up with nothing but the comforter wrapped around her body.
“Is that what you’re wearing today?”
Annie laughed and then leaned against a wall. “Where are you heading off to?”
After sliding on my shoes, I walked over to her. “We both have a wedding to go to, remember?”
She nodded and ran her hands through her hair, all the while admiring my body. I loved all of the attention. After being nothing more than an older man that she didn’t think could even perform in bed, to making her climax more than once in one night, I had proven her wrong.
