by Dee Dawning
"I'll be here."
"Scott?"
"Yes?"
"Something has come up but nothing has changed between us. I love you."
"Love you, too!"
His phone clicked off. Did I hear a sob? A flash of emotion? Is that good?
I had to go to him.
Racing through the door into the bar, I looked for Ced. He wasn't there. “Tony, where's—"
"He went to the storeroom. He'll be right back"
I caught Tiny in the storeroom loading a divided box with bottles of various hard liquors. “Uncle, I need to ask—"
"Go, CC can cover for you and if she can't I'll apologize and say you became ill."
Hugging him and said, “You're the greatest."
As I rushed from the storeroom I heard Tiny say, “No, you're the greatest. Tie that man up, will you?"
* * * *
My taxi stopped at a large home in the countryside, or what passed for countryside in the Las Vegas desert. The home was elegant. I had no idea Scott was so well off. After paying and tipping the driver, I walked slowly up to the gorgeous hand carved front doors. It was fortunate that I hadn't come here that first night with Scott, for I surely would have been intimidated. Admiring the stained glass transom, sidelights, hand carved cantera columns and moldings, I rang the doorbell. It sounded like a thirty piece orchestra.
I turned around and looked at the floodlit grounds as I waited for Scott to open the door. The house must have been over a hundred feet from the street with a paved circle driveway ending at the four-car garage. Groupings of indigenous mesquite trees intermingled with fan palms. It was simply stunning.
Hearing the door open, I turned to face Scott, for better or worse. My plan was to tell him how lovely his home was, but when I saw him, I couldn't think of anything to say. My face must have lit up like a neon sign. He was standing there with a huge smile on his face and nothing else.
"Since you said we needed to talk, I thought I'd set the mood."
I rushed inside and shut the door quickly, laughing as I did. “My God, what would the neighbors think if they saw you like that?"
"Probably the guys wouldn't like it much, but I'll bet the ladies would get a kick out of it."
"Yes, and an eyeful. Did you take Viagra or something?"
"You are my Viagra. Do you want me to help you out of your clothes or are you waiting for me to put some sexy music on for you to strip?"
"I'll strip for you but first I want a tour of this fabulous house. How did you ever get it?"
"My father. Didn't I tell you? He designed and built houses. This was his pride and joy. We were in here about six months when the accident happened."
"I'm sorry."
He kissed me and his pole dug into the skin of my exposed midriff, leaving a spot or two of pre-cum. “It's been almost ten years now. It doesn't bother me anymore. Let me give you the tour."
"Okay, if I knew you had this great pad, we would have been spending a lot more time here, enjoying the privileged life instead of at my cramped Hilton room."
"That room wasn't cramped. And the views were spectacular. Especially inside!"
His subtle sense of humor made me laugh. “It was compared to here. How big is it anyway?"
"It's about five thousand square feet."
"Wow, what's it worth?"
He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you a gold digger? If you were, it wouldn't matter. I'm smitten. I'd give you anything you wanted if you were my wife."
"We're going to talk about that."
"Really? Good news, I hope."
"It is. There's only one thing that bothers me about marrying you."
"Yeah, what?"
"Rachel Rader."
Scott feigned disgust. “Ooh, I see what you mean. You might have to use your middle name."
I frowned, “not a chance."
"Why? What is it?"
I stuck my tongue out. “Not in this lifetime."
"Tell what the initial is then."
"It's V, but you'll never guess."
"Is it Victoria?"
"No. Are you going to give me a tour?"
"Sorry. Let me first throw on my robe. I'll guess your name as I show you around."
He picked up and slipped on his robe from the living room couch.
"This is the foyer."
The foyer was octagon shaped. Straight ahead set a planter with two columns, which separated the foyer from the step down living room. Just beyond the planter was an ivory baby grand. “You play?” I inquired.
"No, my mother played. Would you like to try it?"
Sauntering over, I sat down.
"Is it Valerie?” asked Scott.
I smiled. “Not even close."
Scott sat down next to me and I started playing.
"Well it's three a.m. I'm out here driving again through the wicked winding streets of my world.
I take a wrong turn, brake it, but I'm too far gone
I've got a siren on my tail and that's not the fine
I'm looking for."
"What is that?” he asked.
"It's a song called ‘Hey, Pretty.’ It's one of my favorites. Why? Do you like it?"
"I love it. It's fantastic. Did you write it?"
I shook my head and sang the chorus,
"Hey, Pretty
Don't you wanna take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey, Pretty
Don't you wanna kick and slide with me
Through my world"
Scott appeared excited. “Did CC write it?"
"I wish. A singer named Poe wrote and sang it. She's really good. Here's another song from Poe. You should get a kick out of this."
"I'm not a virgin anymore
I just thought you should know
Darlin', I've been around
I took a walk up your block
In fact I have been all over town
Down by the lake
And underneath the table in my living room
But side with the blue blue moon"
"How do you like it?"
"I love it. Really! Veronica? I'll bet it's Veronica."
I laughed. “You're never going to guess."
"I'm not a virgin anymore
I've been taken
I've been hung up
I get down and start it over again
I've been open
And I've been closed like a book
And burned down like a written sin
I just thought you should know, my darling
Before we begin
I'm not a virgin anymore"
"That's great. Have you written any songs?"
"Only music. CC put some lyrics to a couple of them though. She's actually a good lyricist."
"Play one for me."
"Later. You need to finish giving me the tour and I think I promised you a strip tease."
Scott seemed to be getting desperate. “Vanessa, Virginia, Venus, Vivian, Vanna, Vera, Velma? It has to be one of those."
"Sorry, no."
"Tell me. I'll find out. I'm going to be your husband.” Scott got a serious look on his face. “If you don't tell me, I can't guarantee your safety."
I snickered. “Is that right? If I don't tell you, what might happen to me?"
A mischievous smile emerged on Scott's beautiful puss. “You might get tickled so strongly, you pee in your panties."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, yeah, I would"
The vicious SOB started tickling me so hard, that I slid under the piano to get away. He slid on top of me and I was at his mercy, so I told him.
"Vagina? Scott exclaimed! Are you kidding me?"
"I wish."
"Vagina?"
"V, A, J, I, N, A."
"How, the hell, did you get that name?"
"Mother. She remembered hearing the word. Although she wasn't sure what it meant, she thought it sounded pretty."
Scott's lips curled into a wick
ed grin. “No wonder you're such a hot fuck."
I smiled and punched him in the shoulder. “You promised not to make fun."
"You know it is kind of a pretty name. And it is spelled differently.” His wicked grin expanded into a naughty sparkle in his eyes. “So Vajina. What would you like to do now?"
"You're insufferable.” I reached in the fold of his robe and wrapped my fingers around his penis. I whispered into his ear, “Still erect! I'm impressed.” My tongue reamed his ear canal and he put his hand over mine. Our two hands together began to massage his rigid manhood. Still whispering, “Don't you think it's time for you to show me your bedroom?"
"You bet. But first, I want you to call Chloe and ask her if she could meet us here tomorrow morning. I have an idea I want to run by you both."
* * * *
Opening a single eye, I was pleased to see that Rachel was asleep in my bed as I remembered, instead of in Lester's bed, sucking his cock as I dreamed. What an awful thought. Flashing back on the evening, we never did finish our talk. After Rachel set the mood by playing those songs—'Hey Pretty’ and ‘Not a Virgin Anymore'—we screwed the night away.
It was a good night. With Rachel in my life, I suspected there would be many good nights ahead. Vajina! I laughed silently. What an appropriate middle name for this classic lady who's a minx in bed.
Last night started with the strip tease she had promised me. As she started swaying to a song called ‘Bottle of Jesus’ by Beth Hart, she paused, gave me her cocked head, lopsided smile look and once again threw me for a loop. “You know, if I'm going to entertain you, I want to be entertained too."
She smiled at my nonplussed reaction to her question. “What would you like me to do?” I asked.
Not saying a word, she closed her fist and began moving it up and down as if stroking an imaginary phallus.
I flushed. “You want me to jerk off in front of you?"
Giving a long exaggerated nod, she dragged down her tight fitting jeans and wrapped the legs around her neck hiding her breasts while she undid her bra. “I want you to plunk your magic twanger like you do when you are alone thinking of me or maybe CC sucking you off. Or Carol, or Eva Longoria or whoever you lust after, while you pound your pud."
Rachel has an effective way of uninhibiting sex and making me want to share intimate embarrassing personal activities. I began to masturbate. “It used to be Jennifer Love Hewitt until you came on the scene. Pun intended."
After Rachel languorously removed the last item, her panties, by flipping them in the air with her toes and catching them, she came over. With a mischievous smile, she slapped my hand away and said, “I'll take over now, big boy, if you don't mind. This is women's work!"
She stroked me for a while then went down. When I came, it was in her mouth like before.
Afterward, in bed, holding her in my arms, we talked about Lester's surprise new engagements and the supposed need to pretend to be her boyfriend. “I know he was probably working on this for a long time, so we were going together when he started, but I think he's trying to use this to get me back. What do you think I should do?"
"Look. Obviously, I would like to keep you here. Don't put me on the spot. I don't want to influence you. Your career is important to you and I certainly wouldn't want you to have a reason to think I held you back from your dream."
"Oh, Scott, you're so unselfish, I knew I could count on you. Let me tell you what my thoughts are. It would be best if I go, but I believe it would be safer, especially since CC won't be along, to go as Mrs. Scott Rader."
I was dumbfounded. “Do you mean it?"
She nodded, her eyebrows raised and she smiled from ear to ear
"Let me make sure I'm hearing you right. You want to get married before you leave?"
"Uh huh."
I pulled her to me, hugged and kissed her. “Oh, baby. This is so fucking wonderful. I feel like celebrating and I know just the way."
While reliving the glorious previous night, I suddenly felt a pleasant, warm, wet sensation on my phallus. I looked down. The pleasant sensation was Rachel, who had wakened and was stroking my perennial erection. A warm smiled filled my vision. “You're such a good lover. I love that strawberry thing you did with me. That was the best orgasm I ever had. You know what?"
"No, tell me."
"All the climaxes I've had with you are the best I've ever had."
The memory of last night drifted back as her talented tongue teased my ever-ready cock.
As I left the bedroom, knowing Rachel was watching and loved my rear end, I tensed my butt muscles then gave a little shake as I passed through the double doors.
When I returned with a quart of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream, Rachel looked bemused. “What's that for?"
"This, my love, is how we're going to celebrate. We are going to partake in gastronomic debauchery.” With a strawberry in my fingers, I put it to her lips. She took a bite. “Mmmm.” The remaining half strawberry I rubbed on one of her nipples. It sprang to life like a flower bud searching for sunlight. I added a dab of whipped cream on the tip and sucked it harshly. Rachel sighed and grasped my head, “Uhh!"
Squirting some whipped cream on the head of my arousal, I rubbed the strawberry in it and placed it in Rachel's greedy, waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she savored the erotic concoction within her sensuous mouth.
I placed another strawberry to Rachel's lips and she again took a bite. After making her lie down and spread her well toned legs, I rubbed the partial strawberry over her hairless mound, her clitoris, down the valley between her genital lips and into her vagina. Spraying whipped cream over the same area, I pulled the half eaten strawberry out of her pussy and ate it.
"Ummm. This feels so good. You are so wicked."
I flashed my wickedest smile. “I have just begun, my love."
Taking a third strawberry, I ran it down the length of my cock and around the remaining whipped cream before feeding her the entire strawberry.
I took a fourth strawberry and squeezed the juice over her whipped cream covered pussy. Placing the nozzle of the whipped cream at Rachel's deep recess, I filled her with whipped cream. She would have to douche, but it was the moment that counted.
Prepared and ready, she waited impatiently as I lowered my head to her pubis and licking everything in my path worked my way down her clitoral hood to her clit. She arched her back and cried out as I sucked it into my voracious mouth. I continued to tongue her clit for a time trying unsuccessfully to keep her stationary. Then my tongue moved, ever so slowly, toward her magic well—a cornucopia of whipped cream. Just before deep recessing with my tongue, I picked three of the smallest strawberries left and pushed them into her whipped cream filled vessel. I sucked and sucked. Whipped cream, strawberries and whatever transferred from her tasty twat into my insatiable mouth.
After getting everything I could out of her pussy, I applied more strawberry juice and cream to her sensitive clit. I was going to give her an orgasm for the ages. With two fingers moving in and out of her gash, I tongued, licked, nibbled, laved and bit her clit until she started squiggling, and jerking in seizure like movements with a grand orgasm. She took my head in her hands and rocked it back and forth, while urging her cleft as hard as she could into my mouth.
"What are you thinking about, baby?"
I looked up. “Sorry, I was remembering when I buried the berries in your ‘gina."
"Ah, that was something. At least for me. But we have work to do and we need to get dressed."
"Why? Nobody's here but us."
"Did you forget? You had me ask CC to come here this morning. Remember? Unless you don't want to get dressed because you'd like to fuck her."
"Don't tease me like that."
"That sounds suspiciously like a yes."
"Look. You are the one I love. I would never cheat on you, but what do you expect? She's an attractive woman whom you let fondle me last night. Then you tell me you sometimes share thin
gs. It kind of feels like we have some unfinished business, plus she's Lester's squeeze. Wouldn't it be interesting to fuck Lester by fucking Chloe?"
Rachel looked conflicted. “That's the only reason I haven't ruled it out, but I'm just not mad at him enough, yet. Let's get dressed. CC will be here in thirty minutes. I need to take a shower."
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Chapter Twelve
The Plan
"Would you rather have roses on your piano or tulips on your organ?"
—Unknown
Scott let Chloe in and she didn't say anything at first. Her eyes were busy taking in the sights of Scott's beautiful house. After seeing enough, she looked at us and smiled. “Wow, Scott. Color me impressed. Are you sure Rachel's not after you for your money?"
"CC,” I said testily.
Hugging and giving me a cheek kiss, she apologized, “sorry Rach. I was just joking."
Then she did the same with Scott, though she did add a not so surreptitious squeeze of his ass. Joking, she pulled away and said, “Let me look at you dressed. I like you undressed better."
"CC!"
"Okay. Sorry again. I thought after last night ... you might want to do like we did ... you know."
I looked at CC with ice in my eyes.
CC saw me and changed the subject. “Now, what's this about a plan?"
Scott said, “I made some coffee. Let's go sit in the living room."
I prayed that he didn't pay attention to what CC had almost said, but I was sure he stored it in his inquisitive mind.
The living room contained a wrap around sofa and two overstuffed occasional chairs. CC sat in one of the chairs and with her slight frame looked childlike. I sat on the couch, where there was room for Scott to sit next to me.
Carrying a tray, he brought a carafe of coffee, a pitcher of half and half, sweetener and several blueberry scones. He set the tray down and poured three cups. “Chloe, what would you like?"
"I'd like cream, one teaspoon of sugar and one of those delicious looking scones."
Adding cream and sugar to a cup, he handed it and a scone to Chloe. “Sweetheart, cream no sugar for you. Do you want a scone?"
"Half."
He cut a scone in half, handing my coffee and scone to me even though I could easily have reached them myself.
"All right, now that we're settled in all nice and comfy, let's begin. Rach. Do you want to start or should I?"
