Cally excitedly starts to organize her drawers and closet.
“I don’t have much in there, do I,” she says smiling.
“I am sure you will soon, baby girl.”
We finish up and have a small breakfast. This will soon be commonplace. A new morning ritual.
After breakfast, we head to the club. It seems strange when it is closed. The ghostly sounds of the previous night still fill every corner of the club.
“Hey Shona, I have done it,” Cally says.
“Done what?” Shona asks.
“I have decided to move in with him,” Cally says nodding her head at me.
“Congratulations, we should celebrate later,” Shona says.
“It is a date, I just need the van for a few hours to move everything,” Cally replies.
“Sure, no problem!” Shona smiles a wide smile. She knows how good these triplets are. We both do.
She hands me the keys, and we head to the back of the club to get the van.
“I am so excited, I was getting fed up with the apartment,” Cally says.
“It’s all new to me; I have always been alone,” I reply.
We head off in the van to Cally’s apartment and begin to load all of her belongings into the van.
“It is a new beginning, I feel exciting times are coming,” she says.
“Me too, something big is going to happen in our lives, I can feel it,” I reply grinning wildly.
We finally fill the van and lock the apartment. Cally speaks to the landlord, who I can see is upset that she is going.
Eventually, I start the van, and we head off home. Cally starts singing.
“Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…”
“Fuck, she’s perfect!”
Ty
“Cally so needs to read this. It’s fucken brilliant.”
I need to read more of my book. A welcome distraction right now. Cally was busy and everyone else had their roles to do regarding Kisses.
I needed inspiration to tease her more. I loved the release from being naughty with her. I open the page up to where my bookmark holds it…
“… We walk back to the car in silence, her hand in mine. When we reach the lot where Roger is waiting for us, I watch her eyes widen as he opens the door to my black on the black Rolls-Royce, a Ghost Black Badge edition. I’ve never really been a crazy car guy, but I must admit that finding this baby was all I needed to make me one. I guess sometimes all you need is that one thing to change you.
“This is your car?” she asks, “And you have a driver? Who are you? James Bond?”
I laugh, “James Bond liked Aston Martins.”
“Oh, right, yeah, of course,” she blushes, “I knew that.”
“Sure, you did,” I smile and wink at her teasingly. I watch as her blush deepens and spreads across her face. I notice for the first time the small freckles she has along the bridge of her nose. They are sprinkled sparingly across her cheeks. A perfect imperfection, I think to myself.
“So, where would you like to go?”
“Home if that’s okay. I’ve had enough outdoor adventure for one day.”
“Why are you friends with those girls? You didn’t really seem interested in anything that they were doing.”
She looks out the window as we begin pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward the main road.
“Where to, Sir?” Roger calls from the front.
“Do you want to go to your place or would you like to maybe…” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“Just to my apartment, please,” she gives Roger the address to her apartment and he nods, pulling the car out into the open road.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I prod.
“Yes, I did. I said my apartment. That’s why I gave him the address.”
“Not that question,” I sigh. “You’re not a very open person, are you?”
“No, I suppose I’m not,” she continues looking out the window. “Is that such a terrible thing?”
“It’s not terrible,” I take her hand in mine and turn her to face me, “I just want to get to know you a little better. I know that we’ve had interesting interactions.”
She blushes and turns again toward the window. I sit back and watch the woman sitting next to me. She has her body turned to the window with her shoulders slouched forward. She keeps bringing her knees closer and closer to her body. It feels as though I am watching her collapse onto herself. I am trying to decide what to say next to shift the conversation and make her feel more comfortable.
“Can I try something?” I ask.
She looks at me warily, “What is it?”
I press a button on the center console and the partition between us and Roger closes. I see her swallow nervously. Her eyes dart back and forth between the window and the partition as if she is an animal that is being caged.
“Do you think I am going to hurt you?” I ask.
She looks at me and again, I see that pure innocence swimming in her eyes. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly.
“No,” she says finally, “but I do think that you are after something and I don’t believe that I am the person who can give you what you need.”
I nod, “I see.” I move in so that my lips are mere inches from her ear. “Has anyone ever told you that you are ugly?”
She jerks back, I watch as her face turns bright red, “What? How can you say that?”
“Answer the question.”
“No!” she scoffs, “Who the fuck do you think you are saying that to me?”
“If no one has ever said that to you,” I say evenly, “then why do you try to hide your beauty from the world?” The red begins to fade as confusion takes its place.
“What are you talking about?”
“In the coffee shop, you stood in the darkest corner, hiding. When we were at the park, you turned your body away from me so that I could not see your face. And now, you spend your time staring out of the window trying desperately to make yourself as small as possible. A person who is beautiful and owns that beauty should share it with the world, not hide it away. Which means one of two things, either you have been told that you are not beautiful or you do not believe yourself to be capable of being beautiful. Which is it?”
“I don’t…” she stops. “You know what? I don’t even know you. So, for you to have all of these assumptions about me already is kind of…”
I put my mouth to hers and stop all other words from escaping her lips. I kiss her urgently demanding that she responds, demanding that she knows the truth. She is more than beautiful. She is much more than the shadows could ever hide. She, in and of herself, demands to be seen. Demands appreciation.
She pulls away, gasping for air. “Who are you, Paul? What is your story?”
“My story is too complicated for a single car ride, but if you really want to know me, then why don’t you come over and we can sit down and talk.”
She takes a few moments before responding, but finally, she nods her head in agreement and says, “Okay, but can we stop by my apartment so I can change first? I have sand everywhere right now.”
I laugh and agree. The rest of the car ride fell short but now much more of a comfortable silence then before.
We arrive at her apartment within fifteen minutes and Roger pulls to the front of the building. He gets out of the car to let her out, but she has already opened the door herself.
“Oh, sorry. I’m not really used to this,” she laughs and for the first time, I think ever, and I saw Roger smile.
She walks into the first-floor mezzanine and then stops short. From my limited view, I see her talking with a man and immediately. I feel my pulse quicken. Before I even recognize, what I am doing or why, I am out of the car and standing next to her.
“Paul,” she says as she takes a step closer to me, “I thought you were waiting in the car. But it’s good you came inside you can help me choose a dress for tonight.”
“A
dress?” I ask, puzzled.
“Yes, for our date tonight. I want to wear a nice dress.”
The man standing in front of her was large in every meaning of the word. He stood at least six feet four inches. He looked like one of those people who went to the gym but only worked on his upper body so it made others wonder how his skinny legs could possibly carry the rest of his body. His eyes hadn’t left mine since I stepped inside the building.
“Sure thing, sweetness,” I say. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
The man barks out a laugh, “Bro, you serious? You’re dating this guy?”
At this point, I have no idea who he is speaking to because in either instance, his verbiage implies that Summer is a guy and, well, I know for a fact that is not the case.
“Yeah, bro,” Summer says, “this is Paul.” I hold out my hand to the guy who still hasn’t told me his name.
He looks me up and down before taking my hand in his.
“Jake Tyger,” he says, “from Lions and Tigers fitness. You’ve probably heard of me.”
“No, I’m sorry, I haven’t.”
He squeezes my hand just a little too tight, so I return the favor.
“Paul Winters. CEO of Winters Architecture. I don’t imagine you’ve heard of me.” I watch as the smile fades from his face and he releases my hand.
“Dude, are you really Paul Winters? Weren’t you in the Fortune 500 magazine for, like, the top wealthiest men or something?”
“Yes, that’s me. I didn’t think you read,” I cough, “Fortune 500.”
“Yeah, man, of course. I, like, want to be in there one day. Maybe you can give me some tips or something.”
“Maybe one day. But for right now, we have a dress decision to make.”
I smile and lead Summer toward the elevator. We press the button and wait for the doors to slide open and all the while I can feel her gaze on me. The elevator announces its arrival and we step inside.
“Paul Winters, huh? And at what point were you planning to share that bit of information with me?”
“I figured we would get to it eventually. It’s not like I was keeping it a secret, it just didn’t come up.”
“Your name just didn’t come up.”
“I don’t know your last name.”
“I’ve told you my last name.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Oh, well…”
“It just hasn’t come up,” I finish. A small, smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she reaches into her bag. She gets to her keys. She inserts the key into the lock and we hear a small click. She pushes open the door but almost immediately shuts it again.
“Oh, my God.”
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s just, I wasn’t expecting any visitors. My place is a disaster. Would you mind waiting outside?”
“Summer,” I say, “it’s okay. I don’t care what your apartment looks like.”
She takes a deep breath and exhales, “It’s Moon,” she says.
“What?”
“My name is Summer Moon.”
She pushes the door open again and reveals her apartment. It is smaller than I imagine, but I don’t see any trace of a mess anywhere except for a wine glass sitting on the coffee table. She races over and picks it up and then runs to deposit it in the kitchen sink. I can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me!” she smiles and walks to me.
“That was the disaster?” I laugh again, even harder this time. It’s such a small thing but for whatever reason, it is really funny to me in this moment.
“I said don’t laugh!” she laughs along with me and slaps me playfully on the arm.
“Oh, Summer. Didn’t your parents ever teach you that hitting others is bad?”
She could see the wicked look in my eye and within seconds I was overwhelmed with the desire to take her right there and then.
“Roger is waiting for us!” she whispers.
“Let him wait.”
I take her into my arms and kiss her deeply and she responds immediately, pressing her body into mine and playfully toying with my tongue. I direct her backward to the couch and raise her covering up over her hand, revealing her sexy bikini once again. Without taking my eyes from hers, I untie one side of her bottoms and then the other and they fall to the floor. I sit her on the couch with her ass all the way on the edge and I push her so that she is leaning back on her elbows.
Without any warning, I direct two of my fingers inside of her, plunging them as deep as I can and I relish in her gasp.
“Don’t…” she moans.
“Don’t what?”
But her head is already tilted back with her eyes closed and her hips are gyrating on my fingers. I bring my face down to her and while my fingers keep up their rhythm, my tongue finds that little raised patch of skin. I begin licking her and sucking her and I close my eyes and listen only to the sound of her moans growing louder.
“Cum for me, baby,” I say softly, kissing the insides of her thighs and dragging my tongue along her skin.
She straightens out her legs and grabs the back of my head forcing me ever closer to her and my tongue dives inside of her and I feel the explosion and the rush. Her legs tremble on my shoulders and her stomach rises and falls quickly with her rapid breathing.
“How do you feel?” I ask. My only answer is the smile she is wearing with her eyes still closed.
I pick her up so that she is now sitting on the couch with her eyes on me.
“How do you do that?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m definitely not the most experienced person in the world but it’s like, I don’t know,” she stops for a moment, “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just like you know exactly what to do and what to look for.”
I smile. I do know exactly what to do and where to look. I had an excellent teacher. But I won’t say that to Summer. I won’t admit that to anyone.
“I guess I just understand your body.”
She smiles and stands up.
“I’m going to go take a shower. Do you…” she stops talking and the smile fades from her face.
“What is it?”
“Am I…” she looks at me unsure, “Am I supposed to, you know?”
“What are you asking me?” She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and picks up her cover up from the floor suddenly very aware of her naked body. She’s fading quickly, reverting inside of herself.
“Summer,” I say walking over to her, “What are you asking?”
She buries her head into my chest, “Am I supposed to make you finish, too? I mean you’ve done it for me twice already and I…”
“No.”
She looks at me surprised by my abrupt response. I smile hoping that will relax her, “You are not supposed to do anything. This isn’t a competition or anything like that, you don’t owe me.”
She relaxes a bit and looks up at me, I kiss her softly.
“Why don’t I join you in the shower?”
She leads me to the bathroom and turns the shower on. The room quickly fills with steam from the hot water and we step inside. I take the soap and slide it across her body and with my hand in soft circular patterns I create a lather that carries across her back. I caress her breasts and flick at her nipples watching as they quickly respond. I wash her legs and in between her legs and she shudders in anticipation.
She takes the soap from my hands and begins washing me as well. As she nears my hips, she traces her fingers close to my groin, and my body picks up in response. Every tantalizing touch prompts the urge within me making it harder and harder to resist her. I close my eyes and I feel her lips on mine and then she slowly kisses my jaw, my neck, my chest. She runs her tongue across my own nipples, nibbling them softly before trailing her kisses down my stomach and then to my hips. I feel her take me with her hands and glide her hands backward and forward in a rhythmic pattern.
“Lo
ok at me,” she says. The water trickles down her face and I watch as she directs me into her open mouth.
“Summer, you don’t have to…” I trail off.
“I want to,” she replies before continuing her sucking.
She licks the sides of me before bringing her mouth onto me fully and this time, she picks up pace. I watch her head go back and forth and I resist the urge to pull her hair and force her head to go faster. I want to relish in her independent actions.
She looks up at me as she places her hands on the soft skin underneath me, cupping me with just enough pressure to elevate the pleasurable experience. I close my eyes once again and give into all of my other senses. I feel my body reaching its climax and suddenly, I let go and my body pulses. She keeps her mouth on me during everything and looks at me while she takes it all in.
She stands up and splashes some water on her face, “I hope that was okay,” she says.
I laugh and take her into an embrace and place a single kiss on her lips.
We finish the shower and I quickly get dried off and dressed in the bathing suit and shirt I was wearing before. She leaves the bathroom wrapped in a towel and walks into her bedroom which is just across the hall. She leaves the door open just a crack so I can watch her in the mirror as she slides on her panties and bra. She chooses a soft yellow dress to wear decorated with small blue flowers.
She is stunning.
She steps out of the room and looks at me, “Ready?” I nod at her and we make our way downstairs to where Roger is still waiting for us patiently.
Without missing a beat, he opens the door for her, before she has the chance to reach for the handle. She smiles at him and again I see Roger smile in response.
As we sit inside of the car, she turns to me and says, “Okay, tell me everything I need to know about you.”
I laugh, “Everything? That’s going to take quite some time.”
“Yes, everything. I want to know about your childhood and your parents and how you wound up being the wealthiest architect ever known.”
“Alright,” I start, “well I had a normal childhood. My parents were married for what? Eighteen years. They passed away. I have a brother, Mark. He is kind of in and out of different things right now, he calls himself an entrepreneur.”
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