by Remy Blake
Leaning against the wall, I nurse the beer I’m drinking. After the funeral, we all headed to Alfano’s, my dad’s favorite Italian restaurant. I wasn’t even aware this was a place he preferred, until I overheard Charlotte telling some woman I’ve never seen before. I glance around the large room, taking in all the people seated at the numerous tables and the ones engaging in conversations around the bar. There are a handful I know, and everyone else are complete strangers to me.
Even my stepmother is someone I don’t really know. Judging by her reaction in the car earlier, it was obvious she didn’t know of my existence. Realizing that is like a punch to the gut. My father didn’t tell his wife about me. How is that possible? Did he care so little for me? I shake my head, disgusted with him - disgusted with this whole situation. He’s gone now and there’s no way for me to ever know what went on in his mind. I’ll never know for sure whether he loved me or not and that sucks.
I take a pull from my bottle and enjoy the icy cold beer going down. The bartender didn’t even hesitate when I ordered one. Looking older than my age comes in handy. Now, all I need is a few more of these to numb the pain of my father’s death and all the questions his passing has brought up.
A hand on my arm stirs me from my deep musings. “Lucas, are you okay?”
My head turns and I find Charlotte standing beside me. The first thing I notice are her large tits and how close they are to touching my arm. If I shift a fraction of a step to the side I could feel them press against me. My eyes move up over her delicate collarbones. I want to place a kiss between them and then lick my way up her graceful neck until I reach her red mouth. Fuck me. She has the mouth of a fucking porn star. I wonder if she sucks dick like one?
“Lucas.” She rubs my arm, pulling me back to the present.
My eyes leave her enticing lips and raise up to meet her enthralling blues, and I finally find my voice. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I turn to face her; our gazes never break contact. With her heels, she stands only a few inches shorter than my six foot one inch frame and the tips of her breasts are pointing at my chest. Being this close to her has my dick hard. I’ve never had such a strong reaction to a woman before. A few seconds in her company and my cock’s ready and waiting.
“Can I get you anything?” she asks, rubbing my arm again.
That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.
“I don’t know. Can you?”
Her hand falls from my arm. “If you want something, I’ll get it for you.”
I inch forward until her tits touch my chest. Her eyes go wide. “I want a lot of things, Charlie.” I let my hand caress over the curve of her hip down to the top of her ass as I reach behind her to pick up the refill the waitress placed there for me a few minutes ago. I take a step back, lifting the drink toward my mouth. “Right now, I just want another beer.” My lips close around the bottle and I take a large gulp. Christ. I need a cold shower after being this close to her.
Her shiny red lips open in a silent ‘oh’ at my reply. She flashes me a tight smile and looks down at the diamond encrusted Rolex on her wrist. “The limo will be here in twenty minutes to pick us up.”
I nod my head before tipping back the beer. If I drink this one straight down, I’ll have time for one more.
Charlotte takes a dainty step back still looking at me and then pivots to walk into the reception room. My eyes follow her, locked on the generous curves of her ass. Fuck. I no longer need to speculate about what my father saw in her. It’s the same thing every guy with a pulse sees when he looks at her. SEX. Between her large rack, her full lips and her heart shaped ass, I don’t know which I’d like to bite more - but I’d sure like to find out.
By the time Charlotte enters the limo, I’ve already been waiting for ten minutes. My tie and jacket are off and the top three buttons of my shirt are undone. The cold beer in my hand is courtesy of James the bartender. When he realized it was my father who had passed, he slid a fresh one toward me as he was cleaning up. “Here man. You look like you could use this.” I grabbed the bottle from the bar, grateful for the opportunity to numb myself some more. “I heard about your father.” He wiped the wood clean with a white towel. “I don’t know if a few drinks will help, but I do know they won’t hurt.”
I raised the bottle in the air like I was toasting him. “Thanks man.” I reached in my pocket and pulled out the twenty-dollar bill I’d hastily shoved in there in case I needed it. I folded and tucked it down into his tip cup on the bar and made my way to the front exit. I should’ve known everything would be top of the line and all expenses paid. No cash bar for my father’s final hoorah.
Charlotte or Charlie as I like to think of her, enters the car different than last time - ass first. I’d like to say it’s her best side, but she’s equally hot from the front. Watching her try to keep her legs together and not flash me or anyone outside of the car is entertaining. Don’t keep your legs closed on my account. I smirk, squeezing the beer bottle in my hand to avoid the temptation she presents. She can close her legs all she wants; the image of her flashing me her thong isn’t something I’m going to forget any time soon.
I want to reach out and touch any part of her I can. I want to - but I can’t. She’s my father’s widow. She’s my stepmother. She’s older than me. I can remind myself of all of these things, but my dick won’t listen. He wants to get better acquainted with Charlie and all her assets.
5
Charlotte
It’s been ten minutes since Lucas made his way into the limo. For ten whole minutes, I’ve been standing outside in the frigid cold air. Leaning against the stone wall of the restaurant, trying to regain my composure; summoning the courage to again be in close proximity to him. The last conversation we had keeps replaying in my mind. The way he stared at my boobs, the soft but deliberate touching. I noticed he’d been drinking at the restaurant, maybe that’s what the whole interaction was about. Just an alcohol fueled moment. Whatever it was, there was no denying I enjoyed every bit of attention he gave me. On any other day, I would’ve reciprocated those touches, let the sexual innuendos fly right out of my mouth, and made sure we went home together. My nipples harden at that thought alone. What the fuck Charlotte? He’s your deceased husband’s son.
I exhale in frustration, and push my body off the wall. How am I even in this situation? A big gust of wind snaps me out of my thoughts and forces me to make my way to the car. I’ve kept Lucas waiting long enough. What’s the worst thing that can happen anyway? The limo will drop me off at home first and I’ll probably never see him again.
Reminiscent of exactly how this day started, I straighten my dress and try with everything I have to step inside the limousine with elegance and poise. With arms and legs inside the car, John closes the door and my body instinctively relaxes into the comfortable seat. I close my eyes with the hope that if I pay him no attention the car ride will pass with no more awkward moments.
Just before the car begins to move, I feel the cushion of the seat next to me dip significantly. The smell of expensive cologne, mixed with a hint of beer permeates my senses. He’s so close. Curiosity breaks down my will power. I open my eyes and find Lucas staring at me. His eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes and back. I notice the tip of his tongue peek out when he licks his bottom lip. I blatantly stare; imagining all the things his mouth and tongue can do to me. I squeeze my legs together, hoping to relieve the tension coursing through my body. His signature cocky grin makes an appearance. He knows he has the upper hand.
Lightly grazing the length of my neck with his fingers, the small contact is enough to have me breathing heavy in anticipation. Four fingertips turn into one, and before I know it, his middle finger is tracing the top of my plump breasts. I’ve never been so turned on by such a simple touch. My attraction to Lucas is unheard of. Dipping his finger in between my cleavage; one, two, three times. I’m desperate for him to extend his exploration to the rest of my breasts. Like he can read my mind he uses one hand to p
ull down both my dress and the cups of my bra. I watch him stick his index finger in his mouth and wet the tip. His finger circles my nipple. Between the cool air surrounding us in the limo and the wetness of his touch; my nipple is hard and taut. I bite my bottom lip to stop a loud moan from leaving my mouth.
“Mrs. Rockwell, we’ve arrived.”
John’s voice startles us both, and the mention of a “Mrs. Rockwell” is like an ice bucket, bringing us both back to reality. Lucas doesn’t even bother rearranging my clothes back into their original state. He launches himself across from me and turns his head to stare out the window. Pretending I don’t even exist.
“Mrs. Rockwell, do you want me to come around and open the door for you? I know how much you usually dislike that.” The driver states.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll just be another minute.”
My voice is shaky and I’m disappointed with myself. How did I let this happen? And now I’m upset; way more than I should be about a five-minute tit grab.
Once my clothes are in place, I risk looking back at Lucas. With his fist repeatedly clenching and unclenching, it seems his determination to ignore me is taking all his willpower. As I realize this is just another thing to add to my list of regrets, I open the door and slide my way out of the limo. I lean in before closing the door, making sure I have the last word, “Sorry for your loss, Lucas.”
I walk with my head held high and don’t look back. I don’t know what would bother me more; him watching me walk away or him still pretending the tension between us is nonexistent. His touch lingers making it difficult to concentrate My fingers fumble as I fish for the house keys in my clutch. When I finally find them, I unlock the door as fast as I can and retreat to the only place I can be me.
Turning on all the lights, I make my way to the kitchen. Some wine is all I need right now. Pouring myself a generous sized glass, I notice the red light flashing on the home phone. I hit play and immediately regret it.
“Mrs. Rockwell, Attorney Lenton here. I’m calling to advise you that Mr. Rockwell’s will is scheduled to be read on Thursday at ten a.m. My understanding is that everything will be left to you. If you have any questions before then please call me.”
Mr. Lenton is still rattling off his number as I down the entire contents of my wine glass.
Me. Left everything. My mind immediately goes to Lucas. My worry of what this will mean for him is overshadowed by the memory of what happened in the car. The way he stared at me. His hands and the way they touched me. Taking another glass of wine with me, I walk up the stairs; promising myself that some ‘me’ time in a hot bath is all I need to get him out of my system.
6
Lucas
Once Charlotte’s out of the limo, I let out the large breath I’ve been holding. Fuck. I wanted her so bad. I wanted her to sink down on my dick and ride me all the way home. And it might have happened if we hadn’t been interrupted. But it’s for the best anyway. Nothing good could result from us indulging in our fantasies. She’s still technically my stepmother even if my father is no longer alive - even though I have a difficult time thinking of her as that. She gives an all too literal meaning to the term MILF.
The ride back to my house from Charlotte’s is only fifteen minutes, but it’s still too much time for my idle mind to remain on her. I need to get her out of my head. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I send out a text to my best friend, Sam Murphy or Murph as he’s known to everyone.
Me - What’s on for tonight?
It only takes a few seconds for my phone to vibrate with his reply.
Murph - Party at Ronnie’s house. Are you up for it?
My eyes are sightless while I stare out the window at the passing scenery. Everything is a continual blur as my head fills with images of Charlotte. My finger trailing over the top of her breasts and dipping down into the deep V of her cleavage. Her skin unbelievably soft under my fingertips. The way her breathing quickened when I touched her neck. Her hard nipple, ready for my mouth. Fuck. If we hadn’t been interrupted I’m sure we would have continued. I don’t know how much further it would’ve progressed, but my intention was my tongue landing in her pussy.
Fuck. I really need to stop thinking about her. I shake my head and type out the message that will be the first step toward doing that.
Me - Tell Ronnie I’ll be there.
Veronica Mitchell, Ronnie as we all call her, and I hook up from time to time. We haven’t had sex yet, but she gives a mean blow job and that’s definitely on my agenda tonight. I don’t need Charlie’s lips wrapped around my dick; Ronnie’s will get the job done just fine. And I won’t have any guilt about it later.
When I arrive at Ronnie’s house, the party is already in full swing as I step inside the large entryway. I left home later than I intended. After returning from the funeral, I couldn’t get out of my suit fast enough. Taking a quick shower and heading right over here was my plan, but I got held up at home talking to my mother on the phone. She’s in Greece right now with her latest boy toy, Klaus. They have two more weeks of their trip and then she swears she’ll be home and remain here until I graduate. I’m not holding my breath. Mom may have the best of intentions, but she makes spur of the moment decisions and as a result, her plans often change. She certainly enjoys the money my father provides her with - provided her with. I wonder what’s going to happen now?
“Luke,” Ronnie yells out as she plasters herself against me. Her arms go around my neck and she pushes her perky breasts against my chest. They’re not as mouthwatering as Charlie’s. My dick doesn’t even react.
I circle my arms loosely around her waist and smile down at her. “Hey, Ronnie.”
She stares up at me like I’m the second coming of Christ, and I feel a pang of guilt because I know this girl is most likely in love with me or at the very least her feelings run way deeper than mine do. She’s a nice girl with a hot little body - end of story. She’s a means to get off without doing it myself, and if that makes me an asshole then I guess I’m an asshole. I think it makes me a normal guy with raging fucking hormones.
“I’m so sorry about your dad. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” Her eyes have a bit of a sheen to them as she spits out her questions rapid fire. Is she fucking tearing up? Shit. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.
My thoughts wander to Charlotte and I wonder what she’s doing tonight. I can picture her sitting on her sofa, that sexy as fuck black dress hiked up high giving her legs room to curl underneath her on the cushion. Her red tipped fingers wrapped around a glass of wine. My cock is instantly hard at the image I’ve conjured up.
Grabbing Ronnie’s hand, I tug her along behind me, up the stairs and into her room. I’ve been here many times and I know where everything is. Pushing her inside, I slam the door behind us. She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.
“I don’t want to talk. I want to do other things and if that’s not what you want then you need to walk out the door right now.” I tear my t-shirt off, dropping it to the floor. My fingers undo the button on my jeans and her eyes go wide as she realizes I’m not playing around. When I unzip them the sound the metal teeth makes has her biting her lip in anticipation of seeing my dick. Most of our groping and jerking has been done in the dark. Never with a light on like now. I didn’t bother with boxers, hoping to get to this point as soon as possible. When I push my jeans down my hips, my fully erect dick rises to rest against my stomach. She gasps when she sees it. She never seems to get used to the size of my cock.
I fist it and smirk at her as I slowly stroke my hand up and down its length. I wonder what Charlotte would think of my cock. Would it be the biggest one she’s ever had?
“Are you going to help or are you just going to watch me?” My hand continues its motion; her eyes never stray as she comes to stand in front of me. I push my pants down to mid-thigh and sit down on the bed. She sinks to her knees in front of me and I bend down to kiss her shiny pink lips. Our tongues touch an
d I long for it to be Charlie’s wrapped around mine. I pull my mouth from hers and kiss along her neck. My lips move just below her ear. “Suck my cock, Ronnie.” I straighten up and lean back, resting my palms on the bed behind me. She looks from my dick, to me and then back at my dick again before taking me in her soft hand. I groan as her fingers wrap around me. My head falls back as her tongue makes a wet circle around the head. Fuck. I picture Charlotte on her knees in between my legs, in the limousine and wish my vision was reality. In my mind, it’s Charlie staring up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with lust as her tongue licks from the base of me all the way to the tip and back down again.
“Fuck,” I groan out, when Ronnie wraps her soft, pink lips around me, taking me in as far as she can. I fall to my back on the mattress in surrender, gripping both sides of her head as she goes to town bobbing her mouth up and down my thick cock. In my mind, I see Charlie’s red lipstick smearing along my dick; tattooing it as hers. Goddamn. I wish it could really be hers. I push her head down and raise my hips up, increasing the tempo to go along with the vision I have of Charlie sucking me off. When she starts to use her hand along with her mouth it feels so incredible it’s almost painful.
“I’m gonna come,” I groan out a warning and Ronnie quickly moves away from my dick as my release shoots out. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth. My orgasm seems to go on forever. I run a hand over my face and breathe a sigh of relief. I was barely able to stop myself from calling out the wrong name; it was right on the tip of my tongue.
