by King, Imani
Chelsea’s eyes followed me out of bed and across the room, as I proudly strutted my stuff to the bathroom. I could almost feel the heat from her stare burning a hole in my skin .
“Blaize, I’m curious…. I couldn’t help but notice what great condition you’re in. You’re in unbelievable shape for such a self-indulgent man. How do you do it? With all that rich food and fine wine and partying lifestyle ?”
I walked slowly and deliberately back to the bed and stood naked before her, hoping to get her to take my cock again .
“I have a full gym in my villa. When I’m working elsewhere, I often hire a personal trainer. I’m actually quite disciplined when it comes to exercise. Which I assume, just by looking at you, you are too. You don’t keep that hot little body tight and fit without diligently working out. I see how many pastries you eat! And speaking of working out, shall we have another round ?”
I bent over to kiss her but she threw the covers over her head and wiggled away from me to the other side of the bed .
“Please, Blaize. This is hard enough for me; sending you away when I really want you to stay .”
“Hard enough? Did I hear you say hard enough ?”
Chelsea’s curiosity got the best of her. She peered out from under the sheet, knowing full well she’d see some kind of immature antics on display .
She was right of course. I couldn’t help myself. I swirled my hips around in circles, making my dick swing back and forth like an elephant trunk .
“Is this hard enough ?”
“Oh my god Blaize! Go shower, please !”
I dejectedly headed back toward the bathroom. But I knew Chelsea’s strong resolve was due to the unwavering love and respect she had for her friend .
“Oh Blaize, one more thing …..”
I stopped and turned back around toward her with an expression of hope ……
“I also couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a single tattoo .”
“Are you disappointed? Are you a big tattoo fan? If you are……. I can get some.” I smiled playfully .
“No. And don’t you dare get any! It’s wonderful to finally see a real man with an unadorned, unspoiled, clean, mean physique .”
“Thank you. That’s nice to hear. I completely agree. Putting a tattoo on this body would be like spray painting graffiti on Michelangelo’s David .”
I winked at her in jest. She was really something. I felt like I wanted to please her in any way that I could. The feeling scared me a little .
The thought of a cold shower sounded terrible, so I made it hot instead. My raging hard-on demanded immediate relief and beating-off in a hot shower seemed so much kinder than extinguishing the poor thing in a harsh, punishing cold one. Nobody could ever accuse me of not loving myself !
Chelsea and Tiffany were chatting in the living room, by the time I finished getting ready. I slid my wristwatch on and headed out to them, apparently interrupting their private girl-talk. Tiffany giggled nervously over in the corner of the couch .
“I’m sorry if I caused you any embarrassment earlier, Tiffany. How’s your mother, by the way ?”
“Don’t worry about it Blaize. After all, you two are engaged! My mom’s fine, thanks for asking. She said she was having pains in her chest, so I was worried she was having a heart attack or something. Turns out, she just pulled a muscle in her chest while water-skiing. The doctor said that happens a lot with big-breasted women .”
“Your mom is, endowed, is she ?”
“Oh boy, is she ever! I like to use the word super-boobular !”
“You crack me up Tiffany .”
“Have you seen Rolande lately? I texted him this afternoon while I was in San Diego but he didn’t reply. I was just wondering .”
“As a matter-a-fact, I haven’t seen him all weekend. But I have been a bit pre-occupied with other matters. I’m hoping to be able to discuss some business with him tonight .”
Chelsea walked me to the door and passionately kissed me good-bye. Her soft breasts pushed into my chest through her silk robe. I wanted to take her right there on the living room floor. We said our farewells and I told I’d call her tomorrow. I walked back to the marina on a cloud .
Rolande was asleep on the sofa in the boat salon. He had dozed off with the TV on and it was blaring pretty loudly; some ridiculous reality show with an array of stupid people eating weird things for money. What will these crazy Americans think of next ?
I turned the flat screen off and sat down on the couch, nudging Rolande in the ribs with my elbow .
“Hey, dick head! Wake up! What have you been up to all weekend ?”
Rolande woke with a loud snort and yawned in my face .
“Oh hey Blaize. I went to this awesome party down in Orange County yesterday….. Newport Beach area. I ended up staying down there a bit longer than I had planned. The women were fucking wild! You should have been there, buddy. What did you end up doing ?”
“The correct question is not what did I end up doing. It’s who did I end up doing ?”
Rolande suddenly perked up .
“Are you serious? Don’t tell me you finally bagged your prey, Chelsea Dixon! She is hot! I’m all ears. Let’s have the details !”
“I’m sorry. I know you’re not going to like hearing this, but details are out of the question .”
“Are you kidding me, Blaize? I practically live for your details. Your details have helped me score with chicks more times than I can count. You’re like my own personal Jedi Sex Master. Please, I need your continued guidance, oh Wise One .”
“No, Rolande. I’m completely serious about this. Chelsea is not just some piece of tail, to me. In fact, I’ve never felt this way about any other woman. I think this might actually be the real thing. Dare I even say it? L-O-V-E, Rolande !”
“Wow. This is terrible. Really terrible, Blaize. You’re a wealthy French playboy for god’s sake! You have a reputation to uphold !”
“I have to admit it’s somewhat disconcerting. Being in love means being vulnerable. But it’s also incredibly marvelous, to feel this way about a woman. To truly respect all that she is. Perhaps I’m outgrowing my playboy ways ……”
“Oh, I don’t like hearing this. I’ve gotten used to feeding off of your scraps !”
“I happen to know you do quite well on your own. It sounds like that party you were just at was quite fruitful for you .”
“American women do love a French accent, I must say. I get a lot of mileage out of just being French. They don’t even seem to care that I’m bald .”
“Bald is in, my shiny-scalped friend! At least half the American athletes and musicians have no hair whatsoever. Of course, they shave their heads rather than……..well you know what I mean .”
“Sure Blaize. You can make fun of poor schmucks like me. You’ve got ample hair, ample money, ample dick, ample charm, ample everything !”
“Well, we can’t all be me, now can we! Speaking of which, let’s get back to me and my possible new-found adulthood. Do you think this is a phase or am I really contemplating settling down ?”
“You’re 35 years-old. Maybe you feel your biological man-clock ticking ?”
“Man-clock? No, Rolande. I don’t think I even have one of those. Time has never had much meaning to me .”
“Then how do you explain this new outlook? You sound like you’re talking ‘wife and family’ stuff here. The kind of stuff that, up until now, repulsed you and made your stomach turn .”
“It’s her. Chelsea. I feel like I want her and only her. Being with slutty party girls is what sounds repulsive to me now. I had the best sex ever with her today. I don’t mean the best physically necessarily but mentally……..it blew me away. It was real and it had meaning. My heart swells just thinking about it .”
“Holy shit, Blaize. This is serious. I’ve never heard you talk like this before. Hey, if this is the real thing, then I’m very happy for you. I really am. All kidding aside .”
; “Thanks Rolande. I appreciate that. It means a lot to me to have your support, dick head .”
“Don’t mention it, your royal prickness .”
22
Chelsea
A fter Blaize left, Tiffany and I could finally talk openly. She was pumping me for graphic details but I refused to indulge her curiosity .
“Tiff, I can’t tell you private stuff that happened between me and Blaize. All I can say is it was incredible and unrivaled in anything I’ve ever experienced .”
“That’s all you can say? That is actually saying a whole lot about a man, while revealing absolutely nothing. Like, what did he do? What did he say? How big is his dick? Important shit like that !”
“I had a great time with Blaize in Santa Monica today. The entire day was wonderful. When we got home, it was even better. His dick is VERY large. There, are you satisfied ?”
“C’mon Chelsea. It’s me! Your best friend in the world! Remember? We share everything. Except maybe my mama. But that’s all; just her, nobody else. She’s practically like your own mom anyway .”
“Tiffany, I’m not worried about you telling anybody. You’re not a blabber-mouth. It just doesn’t seem right betraying something intimate that he and I shared. Don’t take it personally .”
“Intimate? You mean it was more than just physical pleasure? More than just sex? Do you have real feelings for him? And what about him for you? I hope you’re not putting yourself in a position of getting hurt .”
“I don’t know, really. It was definitely primal and raw and carnal. I wanted that experience and I got it. Boy did I get it! But at the same time, it felt real and tender and even loving .”
“Uh oh. Chelsea! You know he is a playboy! He’s had a gazillion women. Which, by the way, did you make him wear a condom ?”
“Oh my god, Tiffany! I was so caught up in the moment……and since I never have to concern myself with getting pregnant……. I didn’t even think …”
“You’re probably worrying for nothing. He’s a rich famous man. The last thing he wants is a reputation for spreading diseases. Plus he can afford to get himself checked-out every time he’s with a woman if he wants to. I’m sure he’s fine …”
“You think so? You’re probably right. Thanks Tiff .”
“And you are NOT a stupid woman! Anybody could easily forget protection with a man like that! He’s dangerous in more ways than one !”
“He is. Which is why I’m still confused. I think I might have real feelings for him but that’s crazy. Isn’t it? He’s not the type of guy who commits to a woman and settles down. Not to me or anybody. I think I’m just trying to live out the fairytale of every little girl: Rich handsome prince rides in on his white horse and sweeps the poor working girl off her feet. Her life is then changed forever when he marries her, moves her into his castle and they live happily ever after !”
“Yeah, that’s always a good story. I like that one. Don’t forget, she gets to become a real princess too !”
“Well anyway, now comes that dreadfully awkward ‘expectations’ game .”
“How d’ya mean, Chels ?”
“You know. He expects me to act a certain way and vice versa, based on what we each ‘think’ the relationship is or should be. In the end, everybody ends up disappointed .”
“Holy cow, Chelsea! You sure have become cynical. I guess I can’t blame you after your last dating disaster …”
“Yep, I should have chopped off his nut sack with my pastry blade, just like you said .”
“I told ya !”
“So what do you think I should do, as far as Blaize is concerned,Tiff ?”
“For starters, it seems like you’re a real couple now. Kinda sorta. So when you’re out in public, at least you don’t have to pretend you’re hot for each other. The heat between you is definitely real. And it makes the fake marriage thing more believable too. You know they’re probably gonna interview you both before you get married, just to make sure it’s ‘for real ’…”
“You don’t suppose that’s what this is all about, do you? Just making the fake marriage appear more convincing to the immigration people ?”
“Chelsea, what are you talking about? That man did not even remotely look like he had immigration people on his mind when he was in your bed! That’s crazy !”
“I guess you’re right. I’m already being paranoid. See what I mean !”
“My advice is to sit back and enjoy the ride. I think you’re in for the adventure of a lifetime! Let the relationship be whatever it is. Maybe it’s heading somewhere, and maybe it’s not. Maybe he’s just looking for a good time. Maybe you are! Are you sure you’re not using him as a boy toy ?”
“I like to think I don’t use people. But what if subconsciously I am ?”
“Well, have you been saying things to yourself like,‘He’s rich and handsome and hung like a horse and all that, but is he really the kind of guy I want for a husband?’ Huh? Wait a minute! Never mind! Nobody in their right mind would say that !!”
“Tiff, I’m just afraid I might do something that puts my heart at risk of being broken by him .”
Tiffany looked at me in disbelief .
“Chelsea, you already have …..”
23
Blaize
T oday’s book signing in the Manhattan Beach store was my first day of working with Chelsea since our amazing “afternoon delight”. Many of the customers congratulated us on our engagement. Being her fiancé didn’t feel fake either. It felt quite natural. The sexual heat between us was palpable, throughout the entire day. I couldn’t wait to get at her and I knew she felt the same way. French Chocolate was in usual fine form, portraying my sexy vampires while doling out their tempting taste treats .
As the promotional event wrapped up and came to a close, I called Chelsea into the rear stockroom. I locked the door behind us and backed her up against a stack of boxed books before ravaging her neck with my mouth .
“Mmmmmm….you are so succulent, my tasty chocolate wench !”
“Blaize Simon, I think you’re turning into a real vampire !”
“When you come over tonight, I have a surprise for you Chelsea .”
“You do? Are you going to give me a hint? What do you want me to cook for you guys tonight ?”
“That’s the surprise! I’ll be cooking for you tonight. How do you feel about Italian ?”
“Italian what? Men? They’re okay, but I like French men better .”
“Well, you’re going to get Italian. Either way, you’re getting some sweet sausage ….”
“What about Rolande ?”
“I don’t think he wants any sausage ……”
“No! I mean will he be eating with us ?”
“No. He said he and Tiffany were going to eat dinner together here in Manhattan Beach. They wanted us to join them, actually, but I asked for a rain check. I told him we’d be….….busy .”
“So there’s no need for you to drive me home then. We can just go directly to the marina from here ?”
“That was my plan. I’ve been dying to slip that devilish red dress off you all day .”
I so desperately wanted to sink my cock into her tightness right there and then, standing in the corner of the stockroom. But it was so unromantic, and I knew it would be a hundred times better if we waited for the comfort and luxury of the boat. Chelsea was worth the wait .
I had planned a dinner menu that did not involve anything too complicated or time consuming; everything would be tasty but quick. For me, the main course was going to be my sweet little brown sugar desert .
At sunset, we enjoyed a lovely dinner on the deck of the boat; a fine bottle of Chianti Classico, Caesar salad, and penne sausage Bolognese. As the coastal air began to take on a chill, we headed below to the salon .
“Dinner was delicious, Blaize. That sauce was spectacular. Where did you learn to cook ?”
“Thank you, Chelsea. That’s a nice compliment coming from an accomplis
hed chef, such as yourself. I guess growing up in France, cooking is just innate for me. I spent a lot of time experimenting in the kitchen as a boy .”
The yacht had a baby grand piano, so I took a seat on the bench with the intent of playing something romantic for Chelsea .
“Any requests ?”
“You play, Blaize ?”
“Of course. I do a little of everything …”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me,” she said with a smirk. “I suppose you had all kinds of music and art lessons as a child ?”
“No. Not at all. I taught myself the piano .”
I chose the song “The Way You Look Tonight” for her, because I knew I would never forget how she looked that evening. I sang along as I played and she actually got tears in her eyes .
“Is there anything you’re not good at Blaize ?”
“Plenty of things! I’m afraid I’m not very adept at handyman type things. You know…. plumbing, car repairs, fixing things in general .”
Chelsea came over and sat on the piano bench backwards, facing me. She ran her silky fingers through my hair and planted a big hot luscious kiss on my mouth .
“I disagree. You sure do know how to fix me up, mister .”
I glanced over at her with a sly smile .
“Your motor did seem to be purring pretty good last time .”
“So, what do you mean you didn’t have any music lessons when you were a kid? I thought all rich kids had expensive lessons. What did you have, then? Water polo? Fencing? Equestrian ?”
“I wasn’t a rich kid. I was orphaned as a toddler and grew up in foster homes and group homes. My parents were killed in an auto accident. I have no memory of them .”
I continued playing upbeat piano tunes while I spoke nonchalantly about my childhood, in an attempt to downplay the sadness of it all. Finally, I segued into the cheerful but ironic “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow” from the Little Orphan Annie play. The last thing I wanted was for Chelsea to feel sorry for me but I could see the expression of pity on her face .
