Authors note: My apologies to rj228212, but you shouldn’t have let such interesting characters dangling. I hope you approve of my version. If your out there Brittany and you like this, then its dedicated to you.
Chris wandered into the darkened dinning room and sat at the table, his head in hands, he was lost, he had to make this right with Laura; but how?
Laura put on her sweater, but where were her jeans; Shit, they were out by the hot tub, and she really didn’t want to face Chris right now, she just wanted to get away. Anywhere as long as it wasn’t here; no….., home….., she wanted to go home. Gathering all her courage she opened the bathroom door and almost collided with Simon who had come down the stairs wearing only his jeans: “What the hell is going on down here?”
“I want to go home” Laura croaked.
“Where’s Chris?” Simon yawned.
“I need to go home NOW!” Laura demanded.
Simon had known Laura for some time but he had never seen this Laura.
At that moment Becky came in from the deck carrying Laura’s jeans. She handed them to Laura as a peace offering. Laura snatched the jeans from Becky without even acknowledging her; stepped into them and pulled them up. She fixed her glare on Simon and barked, “Either you drive me home now or I driving myself home!”
“OK, Ok just give me a minute to get a jacket and some shoes” Simon replied slipping into a pair of docksiders and grabbing his jacket from the closet. Laura was already headed out the door leading to the garage when Becky haltingly said “I’ll go with …”
“No” Laura shot back, cutting Becky off in mid-sentence, never slowing down as she headed for the car. Simon hurried after her, shooting a perplexed glance at Becky.
Chris heard the garage door open and the Maserati pull out. He came running into the hallway leading to the garage and found Becky still standing there looking at the open door.
“Who was that? ” Chris demanded.
“Simon is driving Laura home” Becky said flatly still in shock at the anger in Laura’s voice.
“Damn it; I’ve got to talk to her” Chris was frustrated; realizing that all the cars were gone. “Who lives in a house like this and doesn’t have an extra fucking car” Simon’s parents had taken both cars to the airport and Abby had Simon’s car just letting the Maserati. He would have to wait for Simon to get back. Chris stalked out of the hallway leaving Becky still standing and staring at the open door.
Simon maneuvered the Maserati along the dark winding roads and after an extended silence: “Laura, what is going on?”
Laura in a halting voice answered,”I’m sorry, I yelled at you, I just … just need to get home …please.” For the rest of the trip there was an uncomfortable silence between them.
Chris had found his way back to the den and flopped down on the couch. The couch that less than a half hour ago he had been sharing with Laura. He could still smell the jasmine.
His mind wandered until he heard Professor Holland saying “Actions and Consequences.” That was the theme of that stupid medical ethics coarse all med students are now required to take. Boy, that sure seemed to sum up the last few hours of this day! How could he have been so stupid, those few minutes with Becky may have cost him Laura. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his hands.
Simon pulled into the driveway and Laura was relieved to see that the house was dark. Lisa and her dad had obviously already gone to bed. She hurried out of the car and into the house without uttering a word to Simon. As the car door slammed “Your welcome,… God,….. Women!!” Simon muttered.
“Can I talk to you?” Becky was standing in the doorway of the den.
Chris didn’t move, didn’t look up: “Look, Becky, there’s nothing left to say. I really don’t blame you. I fucked up. I could have stopped you; but, I didn’t and that’s it. So, please no more talking, I’m just worn out….” His voice trailing off.
She’d known him almost as long as Laura and never seen him like this; even after Shannon. She had to do something. Her two best friends were hurting and she had been partly responsible; but for now, she honored his request and sat silently in the overstuffed chair across from him.
Simon was tired and his head hurt. Pulling into the garage; the headlights illuminated Chris and Becky. They’d heard the car and come straight to the garage.
“Slide over I’m Driving!” Chris ordered.
“The Hell You Are!!!” Simon shot back. He was tired of being bossed around; especially with no explanations. What had started as a simple evening had turned into a really bad “Lifetime” movie. Simon rubbed at his throbbing head and shifted his gaze between Chris and Becky.
“Someone is going to tell me what the FUCK is going on ….. or this car’s not moving!!!”
Chris was startled by Simon’s outburst. Simon was always so laid back; or, as Becky put it, numb.
“Please Simon, I’ve got to get to Laura now.”
This was new for Simon in all the years he’d known Chris he had never seen him this shaken. Chris had always been the alpha dog of their friendship, confident and self assured. To be perfectly honest, Simon had always felt a slight tinge of envy toward Chris, yes, Simon had money, but people always seemed to gravitate toward Chris.
This was part of why Simon had taken the “timeout” from Becky. He had fallen hard for her and his insecurities had conspired to make him feel vulnerable. In every relationship, he was always plagued by doubts, was it for him or what he had. Every relationship that is, except his friendship for Chris. Chris liked all the toys Simon’s life provided but Simon was sure they would have been friends with or without the perks of his lifestyle. Despite this, Simon thought he saw things between Becky and Chris. She would hug Chris a little too long, flirt just a little too hard and he thought he could see her stealing glances at Chris. He wasn’t sure, so he had told her he wanted some time to himself. When she said OK, he was crushed. Typical for Simon, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. He wasn’t really a planner, he just sort of moved from day to day reacting as he went.
“Well?” Chris broke Simon’s thought.
“OK, get in but I’m driving.”
Becky scrambled into the back seat and Chris pushed the seat back and climbed in. For the second time this evening the Maserati backed out of the garage and headed for Chris’s house. Simon looked in the rearview mirror at Becky; she was staring out the window, as was Chris. Simon was getting used to this drive, so his mind returned to what had happened this evening, given that his passengers didn’t seem likely to share any information.
What had happened, his old suspicions about Becky and Chris once again surfaced, but how, Becky had surprised him by climbing into his bed totally naked and proceeding to give him one of the most intense blow jobs of his life. None of it made any sense.
As he turned into the driveway, Chris got out, while the car was still rolling and bolted for the house.
Becky started to push the seat forward when Simon leaned across and pull the passenger door shut with a thud. “Beck, no more stalling, did Laura walk in on you and Chris? Is that what set her off?”
He could see a look of surprise appear on Becky’s face, “What? No if you remember I was with you! Wait a minute,… you think me and Chris?”
“You can’t deny you’ve always had a thing for him.”
Becky’s face went from surprise to revelation: “You silly stupid boy, is that what this whole needing to take a break thing has been all about? Sure I like Chris, he’s a stud no doubt about it, but I wasn’t sucking his brains out through his cock tonight was I?” Well, Becky thought,… actually I was, but sometimes boys really don’t need all the facts, it just confuses them.
“No, ….but what happened?”
Becky leaned up from behind the seat and ran her hand down to Simon’s crotch finding his cock as she nibbled his ear: “Go home and get some rest, you’re going to need it” she gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis, “I’ll call you later and explain everything.” With that she let herself out of the car and went home to plan her next move.
Chris entered the house trying not to make any noise, he gently tried the hallway door to Laura’s room, it was locked. Making his way to his room he crossed to the bathroom and tried Laura’s bathroom door, also locked. “Laura, please we need to talk.” He spoke in a whisper as loud as he dared, trying not to make to much noise. Again, nothing but silence. Returning to his bedroom he decided that he had no choice but to wait till morning, shit they lived in the same house she’d have to face him sometime.
He kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his T-shirt and climbed out of his jeans, the cold air on his now naked body reminded him he had gone commando, so he grabbed a pair of boxers and climbed into bed. He was fairly certain that he wouldn’t be getting much sleep given the size of the knot in his stomach.
Chris opened his eyes, blinking; the room was bathed in brilliant sunlight. His senses began to clear and he recognized that now familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He must have dozed off, but for how long. A quick glance at the clock; 10:42 am. He nearly tripped over his shoes as he leapt off the bed and hurried through the bathroom to Laura’s door. The handle wouldn’t budge, still locked. Rapping quietly, “Laura, please we need to talk” again nothing but silence.
He went back through the bathroom to his bedroom, pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers and slipped on the T-shirt from last night. He hurried out the door and down the hallway to Laura’s room. The door was ajar, he slowly pushed it open. Her bed was made and he noticed her camera was missing from the desk. He looked for her cell phone, it was tossed on the bed, she was again off-grid.
The house was still as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. There was a note on the counter by the key plaque; it was in his mother’s handwriting:
We didn’t want to wake you. We are dropping my car at the garage and both going into work for a few hours. We should be home by 6 pm.
Laura, I’m sorry dear, but if you could see to dinner again, maybe order in a pizza, whatever you guys feel like.
See you at 6.
His cell phone rang, he recognized the number.
“Hey, Shannon, what’s up?”
“Are you up?”
“Good, get dressed, we’ve got a reservation in your name at “The Stanley” for noon. Don’t forget you need a jacket.”
“Shannon, I don’t …”
“I’m not taking no for an answer. See you in an hour, Bye.”
Click and the call was over. That was just like Shannon, no stopping her when she wanted something. It would serve her right if I stood her up, Chris thought, but then, the prospect of sitting around the house all day waiting for Laura to come home, …if she came home, wasn’t all that appealing, either. What the hell, it had been a year since he’d seen Shannon, maybe a lunch date would help get rid of this sick feeling he’d had since last night.
He headed back upstairs for a quick shower. The hot water felt good but that pain in the pit of his stomach just wouldn’t wash away. Stepping out of the shower he began toweling off …. just 24 hours ago I was with Laura right here….. Stop It Chris! He chided himself, God; I’m such a girl sometimes!!
He put on a white on white dress shirt, a nice pair of gray slacks and his favorite blue jacket, actually his only jacket. This was the outfit he had worn to the Dean’s mixer, held for all second year med students. This should be OK for “The Stanley”, he thought, checking himself in the mirror; not bad for 3 hours sleep. He headed downstairs and as he passed through the kitchen, stopped and added a PS to the note his mother had left;
Gone to lunch with Shannon be back soon, Chris
And he was out the door.
“The Stanley” was a restored Victorian home in what used to be millionaires’ row downtown. It had been converted to a five star restaurant, with 10 intimate rooms each holding only 4 or 5 tables. The owners had maintained much of the original building and each room had its own fireplace; which were in constant use during the fall and winter seasons. They also spared no expense in decorating the entire building in a Victorian Christmas motif. “The Stanley” had been one of Shannon’s favorite spots when they were dating; but that was for dinner when the lighting was mainly the glow from the fireplace and the candles on the tables.
Chris was pulling into the small parking lot at the rear of “The Stanley” when it occurred to him that letting a note about being at lunch with Shannon was probably not the smartest idea, especially, if Laura got home first. He hadn’t given it a second thought at the time; this was just something he and his mother had done for the past 15 years since his father had left them. Well, he thought, how much worse can things be with Laura? To late to change it now anyway.
Hitting the arm button for the car alarm he headed for the front door. He was surprised the restaurant wasn’t really crowded, usually at the holidays the Sunday Brunch at “The Stanley” was packed. Pausing for a moment at the maitre d station he scanned the room for Shannon. The hostess appeared from the adjoining room. She was a cute, slender blond about 5’9″ with one of those covergirl faces. She stole a quick up and down glance at him and he thought he noticed her smile widen
“May I help you?”
“Yes, my name is Payton, I believe you have a reservation in my name?”
“Yes, Mr. Payton, your guest has already arrived and been seated. Please follow me.”
With pleasure, Chris thought as he followed her, watching her cute butt sway as she made her way through the different rooms. Arriving at one of the more secluded rooms Chris noticed there were no other guests except Shannon sitting at the corner table by the fireplace. Your memory has a way of making things better, a little more perfect than the reality, but Shannon was as beautiful as ever; if possible, even lovelier.
Shannon had a sultry Adriatic complexion with deep soft hazel eyes and dark auburn hair that fell in gentle natural curls to her shoulders. If Helen of Troy had caused the launching of a thousand ships, Chris thought, Shannon could easily be responsible for two thousand.
She had on a white blouse with the top three buttons tastefully undone, exposing just a hint of cleavage, with a tweed jacket and tartan skirt that ended just below her knees. The skirt had a modest slit that teased with an occasional glimpse of her thigh, finished off with calf high leather boots. God, he thought, she’s stunning.
Shannon had deliberately arrived 15 minutes early to set the stage for her plan. This lunch had not been an impulsive act, she had been thinking about it for weeks. She wasn’t here for catching up on the news, she was here for Chris! This past year she’d come to realize that breaking off their relationship had been a huge mistake. She’d thought being in a relationship would be a distraction from law school. Boy, was she wrong, for this last year all she thought about was Chris; and now, she was going to do something, to correct that mistake. The hostess had been thrilled when Shannon asked for her help and found them a secluded table in an empty room.
“Your server today will be Michelle, she’ll be with you shortly, enjoy your meal.” The hostess gave Shannon a knowing smile and a nod from behind Chris; then she exited leaving them alone.
“Chris, you look great” she came to her feet to give him a hug and a peck on the check.
“Shannon, you’re stunning as usual.” He held her chair and she lightly ran her hand down his sleeve as she settled in the chair.
Chris unbuttoned his jacket as he sat, glancing at Shannon he saw the wide smile on her face quickly replaced by a concerned frown.
She leaned forward and in a whisper: “Chris is that what I think it is?” She was looking at his shirt pocket.
Looking down he saw the end of the plastic bag sticking up. “Christ, I forgot I had this.”
When he had gone to take his shower he’d found the pot in his jeans. He had planned on leaving it at Simon’s but things had gotten just a little crazy last night and he’d forgotten it was in his pocket. Having found it this morning, he didn’t want to leave it at the house, Lisa and Jack had an unspoken, don’t ask don’t tell policy, but he knew they didn’t approve, and he’d always tried to respect their views, particularly with his mother being a lawyer. His plan was to keep it in his car till he saw Simon, but he hadn’t been thinking too clearly for the last 12 hours and forgot to put it in the trunk.
“I thought you quit?” she was still whispering even though they were alone.
“I meant to leave this with Simon.” He quickly pulled the bag out and tucked it into his inside jacket pocket.
Shannon’s face darkened at the mention of Simon’s name. She had never really liked Simon, she thought he was just another over indulged rich kid, who out of boredom wandered aimlessly through life. Chris, on the other hand, had a bright future as a doctor and she had often chided him about the difficulty of applying for an internship or residency with a possession conviction as part of his resume. She was by no means a prude; in fact she had experimented herself, but Simon was so caviler, she knew he was eventually headed for trouble and might take Chris with him.
She had been so focused on her plan that she hadn’t noticed how distracted and weary Chris seemed: “Are you alright?”
He needed to tell someone about Laura and he heard himself starting to tell her the story of the last three days. He did have the good sense to edit the story of certain details: like, the girl he had met was his step-sister, the mind bending sex they’d shared and that the way he had hurt her was by getting a blowjob from her best friend. Not that these details weren’t important, but they’d probably require too much explanation.
Shannon had been knocked off her game plan and as she listened to the story certain phrases, like “when I realized I loved her” finished off any chance this day would end as she had planned. She watched his face as he spoke of this girl and she recognized that look. She’d seen it in her mirror when she thought about Chris.
When he had finished she reached across the table and took both his hands in hers: “I have only one question for you. Do you really love her?”
“Yes” his answer now was firm and without doubt.
She got up still holding his hands and lightly tugging him to his feet: “Let’s go.”
She led him out of the room and toward the entrance with a firm grip on his right hand. They passed the hostess on the way.
“Is everything alright?” she shot a questioning look to Shannon
“Yes, everything is fine.” Shannon nodded: “Thank you so much for everything.”
They both shivered slightly as they emerged from the restaurant. It was one of those crystal clear early winter days, when the chill is sharp but still pleasant. She led him to the parking lot and straight to his car, never once letting go of his hand. Reaching his car, she turned him around so they were facing and moved her hands to both his arms, she stepped into him and kissed him for the last time.
With only three hours sleep, Chris was caught off guard; by the time he could react she had broken the kiss and still holding his arms pushed herself back.
“Now, go and find her and make this right. Don’t waste any time, because these feelings don’t come along every day.” She released his arms and opened his car door.
Chris had been trying to decide what he should do for the last 12 hours, since Laura had left him in the hot tub; but, when Shannon had said it, he knew what he needed to do. He got in, closed the door, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Turning right onto the street he looked over at Shannon, she smiled and waved to him, he tooted the horn and headed for home and Laura.
Shannon bit her quivering lower lip and forced a smile as she waved to Chris. When his car passed behind the restaurant she let go and the tears began to flow.
“Goodbye Chris.” She turned and slowly made her way to her car.
Laura spent most of the morning driving around to some of her favorite spots trying to take some pictures; but she just couldn’t get her head into her work. Finally giving up she was now headed for home. She really didn’t want to see anyone just yet. She knew Lisa and her dad would be gone till 6 pm, she’d seen Lisa’s note; but, Chris might still be home and she wasn’t ready to deal with him. Turning into their street she strained to see if his car was in the driveway. Sooner or later she’d have to see him, but for the time being, she was voting for later. No cars on the driveway; she exhaled a sigh of relief and pulled up to the garage.
Laura hung her keys on the key plaque and noticed Chris’s addition to Lisa’s note:
“Can this day get any worse?”
“Why?” Becky was standing in the doorway.
“Jesus Christ!!! Don’t you ever knock?” Laura must have jumped 6 inches and her heart was pounding.
“Would you have let me in?”
“Probably not.” Laura had caught her breath and was not amused that Becky had left herself in ….. again!
“Laura, you’ve got to believe me. If I had known you and Chris were ….. were together; no way I would have done anything. You’ve got to know that’s true; cause you’re my best friend and I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I don’t blame you, you couldn’t have known; but Chris….. how could he……how could he.” Her eyes started to fill with tears.
“You don’t know everything that happened last night; did you know that I came over here to seduced him and that he tried to stop me?”
“He didn’t do a very good job , … did he?” Laura wiped her eyes.
“Laura, how many guys do you know that can say no while you’ve got your hand wrapped around their cock? Hell, most can’t even remember their name! Honey, Chris didn’t stand a chance.”
She didn’t want to but Laura cracked a smile at Becky. She did have an unusual way of getting to the point.
“It really doesn’t matter anymore. He’s with Shannon, Right now.” Laura pointed to the bottom of the note.
Becky scanned the note: “For lunch…….Laura”
Laura was headed for the stairs: “Let’s go up to my room. I want to put my camera away.”
Laura pulled the memory card from her SLR and plugged it into her laptop. She opened a new file and typed, (Crap), for a file name.
“I think this is all crap, my head just wasn’t into it. Maybe by accident there’s one that doesn’t suck.”
“You know Laura, he’s only having lunch with her. ” Becky had moved over to the window and was leaning against the sill.
Laura finished clearing the memory card and plugged the camera into the charging station.
“Well….I guess the real question is do you still want him?” Becky said looking out the window.
Laura flopped down on her bed and rolled over on her back staring at the ceiling: “It doesn’t matter, he’s made his choice and he’s with Shannon.”
Becky turned her head toward Laura. She had that mischievous crooked smile that she got when she was up to something: “What if Chris wanted a second chance, do you love him enough to give it to him?”
“That’s not going to happen”
“Just answer the question, DO YOU LOVE HIM?”
“God,….I love him so much it hurts; but he’s made his choice.”
“I think you’re right, and I think he chose YOU, ’cause that sure does look like his car pulling into the driveway.”
Laura leapt off the bed and propped both hands on the window sill. They watched as Chris got out of his car and headed for the open garage door.
“Damn, he sure cleans up nice. If you don’t want him, I think I might take another run at that, mmmm.”
“Not if you’re planning on seeing tomorrow.” Laura punched Becky lightly on the arm.
“Ouch, OK… OK” Becky smiled, rubbing her arm. “I’d better get out of here. I’m not exactly in his Fav-Five right now.”
Becky was already out the door and headed for the hall steps
“What are you doing here; can’t you just stay out of this?” Laura heard Chris’s voice and ran to the top of the stairs. Becky was at the bottom of the stairs and Chris was glaring at her from the kitchen door.
“No, Chris… it’s OK, she just came over to tell me what happened. It’s OK”
Becky moved toward Chris.
When she was close enough, Chris whispered: “What did you tell her?”
Becky leaned toward his ear: “Just the truth and you’re getting a second chance, don’t blow it!!!”
She passed him and said loudly: “You kids need to talk and I have a silly spoiled rich boy to seduce. Bye…” Her voice was cut off by the door closing.
Chris walked to the bottom of the stairs and saw Laura holding onto the rail at the top. She was barefoot, wearing her low rise jeans and a tank top that showed just a glimpse of skin. She was backlit by the afternoon sun streaming in through the upstairs windows, given her a golden aura. Chris caught his breath at this vision, she looked angelic.
“Chris, I’m ….”
“Laura, please,” he cut her off, “just let me say this first.” He’d been rehearsing different versions on the way home, but when he saw her he couldn’t remember a single one.
“I_Love_You, and I can’t imagine going another minute without you.” It wasn’t one of the better versions he’d thought of, but, it was simple and it was true. He looked down: “Whether you forgive …”
He was stopped by her lips on his.
Laura didn’t know if she’d walked, run or floated down the stairs and she didn’t care, she was in his arms .
Chris had to take a step back to brace himself from the impact of Laura coming off the stairs and into his arms. He returned her kiss. It was hard for him to believe that less than 48 hours had passed since they’d shared their first real kiss. Kissing Laura was just so right; it felt like he’d been doing it forever. Chris really hadn’t thought much beyond this point; in fact he didn’t want to think about it too much in case Laura had rejected him.
Laura broke the kiss, breathless, able only to speak as she exhaled: “come ….. with ….. me.”
She took his hand and led him up the stairs to her room. Again they found each others lips; they couldn’t get enough of each other. Laura moved her hands from behind his neck and placed her palms flat on his chest, slowly running them up to his shoulders, lifting his jacket up and off. It fell to the floor behind him. She started undoing the buttons of his shirt, working her way down to his slacks, she loosened his belt and undid the hook, allowing her to pull his shirt free. This time her palms found his bare chest, he shuddered as she moved them slowly to his shoulders and removed his shirt. The shirt found its place on the floor with his jacket.
Chris was in a trance, this was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. All he could do was moan his excitement.
Laura’s movements were slow and deliberate. This time there was no mad rush to remove his clothing. Laura was savoring every minute as she slowly disrobed him. She’d only been with him for 2 days, but had already made a mental checklist of all the places that made his body shudder. She intended to caress every one of them. He was now her lover and she would do anything for his pleasure.
Laura never broke contact with his body. She ran her left hand from his shoulder down his chest to his open slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. Taking slacks and boxers in her hands and being careful to keep her fingertips against his skin, she gently pulled them down.
His whole body shivered from excitement as her fingertips traced a path from his waist, over his hips, down his thighs and finally down his calves. He lifted his left leg and then his right to help her remove his slacks and was surprised when his bare foot touched the carpet. The sensuous trail traced by her fingers had so mesmerized him; he hadn’t noticed she’d removed his socks in the one movement.
Laura moved her finger tips to the back of his calves and slowly began the return journey. She couldn’t help herself and at mid thigh she teased his inner thigh several times with the tip of her tongue.
His eyes now closed Chris was lost in the midst these erotic sensations. When he felt her tongue, tease his thigh, he nearly lost his balance. His cock was now fully erect and throbbing with each heartbeat.
Laura’s mouth was watering; however, she deliberately avoided touching his cock just yet, as she slowly climbed his body. Running her fingertips over both of his checks and up to the small of his back, she flicked her tongue several times against his chest. She felt his hands under her arms as he pulled her to her feet and his lips. This time his kiss was urgent and passionate.
When Chris felt her fingers trace over his butt then start up his back and her warm moist tongue flick on his chest; he could stand no more. He reached under her arms and pulled her to his mouth. He crushed his lips to hers and penetrated her mouth with his tongue. He wanted to rip away the clothing that kept him from having her; but, something was different. All that mattered to him at this point was her pleasure.
Still kissing her, he moved his hands to the bottom of her tank top and slowly pulled it up, till they were forced to break their kiss. She raised her arms and he removed her top. She began to move into him, when he gently took her shoulders and turned her around. His arms were now across her bare, flat stomach. She nuzzled back into him as he softly kissed her neck. His hands moved up from her stomach and found the front clasp of her bra and as he slowly moved his mouth up her neck and gently nibbled her ear lobe, he unhooked and removed her bra. His hands returned to cup her breasts, she sighed loudly. Gently dragging his fingers along the crease where the breasts joined her chest, he moved his hands to her sides and down to her waist. Laura’s body shuddered and she moaned her pleasure. Moving forward around her waist, his hands easily found and undid the button of her jeans. Releasing the zipper, he pulled the jeans apart forcing the zipper to the bottom. He kissed his way down her back as he knelt behind her and taking jeans and panties in his hands, slid them down her legs. Laura stepped forward and out of the last of her clothes.
She turned toward him. Still knelling, he placed his hands on the back of her calves. Taking a page from Laura’s book; Chris planned a similar sensuous journey up her body, but when he reached her thighs and saw her puffy lips and the now visible moisture he couldn’t help himself. He extended his tongue and lightly traced her opening to her now engorged clit. She had instinctively raised her left leg to give him more access and he pulled it over his right shoulder. As his tongue grazed her clit her knees buckled and she dropped just enough to force his tongue inside her.
“Ohhhh….” Laura moaned loudly. She couldn’t think clearly, but she knew she was building to a huge orgasm and she wanted him inside her when the dam burst.
“Baby, I need you inside me now!” She moaned.
Reluctantly, he rose to his feet and bending down he swept his left arm under her legs and gathered her up into his arms. She placed her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. He had wanted to use his tongue to bring her to orgasm, but she was now his lover and he would do whatever she asked. He crossed the short distance and gently placed her on the bed. She kept her hands locked behind his neck and in one smooth motion pulled him on top of her.
He felt the head of his cock rub against her moist folds. Laura moved her hips and he slipped easily inside her. The warmth, the wetness, the pressure were intoxicating for him and he slowly pushed himself completely inside her. The touching and teasing had all been too much for Chris and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He held steady trying to control the uncontrollable.
Laura was teetering on the precipice, she was excited and frightened, she felt if she let go she may never stop falling. She felt her hips begin to move. It was as if her body had overruled her mind and was acting on its own.
This was only the second time they had been together; yet their bodies instantly and without thought found the same rhythm.
“Laura”, she heard his voice soft and kind as it penetrated the mist of her ecstasy, “I love you.”
That was all it took; she felt herself slip over the edge. She had never experience anything of this magnitude, she had no control.
When she exhaled his name, he lost all control.
Their orgasms may have lasted 3 minutes or 3 days, time had stopped for them.
Chris was spent; he had never experienced anything this intense. Slowly he began to pull out of her.
“No … not yet … please …”, her hands grasping his hips and pulling him back to her. She didn’t need to explain, he understood all to well. They couldn’t get close enough.
Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He moved ever so slightly, her eyes opened and she smiled that Laura smile.
“I’ve got to move. I don’t want to crush you.”
“OK.” She whispered as she kissed him.
He rolled onto his back and she snuggled into him with her head resting on his shoulder. He brought his arm around her and pulled the comforter over them. As he drifted into oblivion he heard her voice through the mist.
“I love you”
His eyes closed, he smiled and whispered: “I love you.”
Laura heard a familiar sound, but she couldn’t recognize it. She blinked her eyes open, she was in her room and ooooh she smiled, she was with Chris. She felt his chest steadily rising and falling as he slept. That noise again… suddenly she recognized the sound, the alarm on her cell phone. She needed to turn it off, but where was the phone? Oh shit it was on the night stand on the other side of Chris. She crawled on top of him to reach the phone. Turning the alarm off she saw the time; 5:50 pm.
“What …what’s …. ”
“It’s ok baby just my alarm.”
“Mmmmm my kind of alarm clock.” His senses had cleared and he was not upset to find a beautiful naked girl on top of him. He put his arms around her and began planting kisses on her neck.
“We have to get up now.”
“I’m way ahead of you baby” Laura felt his cock growing between their bodies.
“As tempting as that feels,” she sighed, “you do realize our parents will be home in 10 minutes.”
She pushed off him and stepped off the bed. She scampered across the room to her pile of clothing. Finding her panties, she put them on and placing her left foot in her jeans, started to pull them up as she raised her right foot, she looked up at Chris. He was sitting in the bed watching her.
“Come on, they’ll be home soon!”
Chris had watched her cross the room and start dressing. Her dark auburn hair had fallen over her face as she was putting on her jeans. She was adorable.
“Good, we need to talk to them.”
Laura caught the material of her jeans with her right foot and nearly stumbled as it pushed her jeans back to the floor. She stood straight up and looked at him wide eyed.
He was enjoying the view. She was naked, except for her panties and the jeans, which were now around her ankles.
“I meant what I said earlier; I Love You, no more hiding, no more sneaking around, I want to be with you.”
Laura had never seen him so sure and confident.
“Do you really think this can happen?” Maybe his confidence was infectious or perhaps she just wanted this so badly, that she was ready to believe.
“Yes, I do.”
Laura stepped into her jeans and pulled them up. She picked up her top: “Well, I better start dinner; we certainly can’t serve them pizza, tonight. Get dressed.”
Chris had gotten up and was standing naked by the bed.
Laura looked him up and down: “mmmm … Yes!”
“Yes what?” Chris leered at her.
“Get dressed you perv,” she said smiling as she headed for the door. She stopped in the doorway and took a long look at him.
“Now who’s the perv?”
“You love it and you know it. Now get dressed.”
Laura had all the fixings for a repeat of last night’s meal. She was relieved that she could prepare this meal in her sleep; because her mind was a jumble of thoughts. The four of them had built a nice life together and she worried that it might all end this evening.
When her father and Lisa started dating; he had an immediate connection with Chris. That bond had grown after the wedding and no one was prouder than Jack when Chris was accepted to Medical School.
Since first meeting her; Laura had always respected Lisa. She had done a terrific job raising Chris by herself and balancing a successful law career. When it became obvious that her father and Lisa were serious; Laura was grateful to Lisa for returning a glow to her father that she hadn’t seen since her mother’s death. After the wedding Laura had appreciated the fact that Lisa hadn’t tried to replace her mother; rather she had become a mentor and confidant to Laura. The real connection had happened about a year ago when Laura discovered some of Lisa’s paintings in the basement. They were excellent water color studies of a vineyard. When she asked Lisa about them; Lisa had opened up about her dream of being an artist that had been overruled life and circumstances. She quickly added that she really had no regrets; since the path she’d taken had given her gifts she couldn’t imagine living without; Chris, Jack and Laura.
Laura worried that she and Chris might be on the verge of destroying the life they’d all forged. Did they really have the right to put their happiness ahead of their parents? She did realize that she didn’t have the strength to be near Chris and not be with him and getting caught would be much crueler than telling them up front. She felt his hands come around her waist and his warm kiss on the back of her neck. She nuzzled back into him.
“Tell me again how this all going to be ok; and we’re not going to be the lead story on the 11:00 o’clock news.”
He laughed softly: “Its going to be fine baby. How can I help? You want me to set the table?”
Chris crossed the room to the cupboard and got the placemats and plates and disappeared into the dinning room.
“Something smells great.” Lisa had a broad smile on her face. “Laura you’re a real lifesaver.”
“No problem. I hope you don’t mind the same thing for dinner two nights in a row?”
“Wow, is it my birthday? My favorite meal again!” Jack had the same wide grin as Lisa.
Laura wondered if those two had been up to something.
“Oh daddy;” she teased, “do I need a reason to show you how much I love you?”
Jack and Lisa exchanged looks.
“Hey guys.” Chris returned from the dinning room to get the silverware.
Lisa put her hands on her hips: “OK, who are you and what have you done with my son?”
Chris feigning annoyance: “Boy, a guy tries to do the right thing and still gets in trouble.”
Smiling he went to finish setting the table.
Lisa leaned toward Laura: “You’ve got to tell me what you do to him to get him to help.”
Laura smiled to herself, it might be a shorter list to say what I haven’t done to him, she thought!
“Dinner’s about 10 minutes away. Why don’t you guys take seat in the living room. Dan gave me a bottle of Bourgogne Aligote’ this morning. Would you like a glass while you wait?”
“That sounds great.” Lisa grabbed Jack’s hand and they walked toward the living room playfully bumping each other.
Laura smiled to herself; maybe she and Chris weren’t the only ones reconnecting this afternoon. Lisa and Jack had both been working so hard lately that they’d seemed a little distant. Besides the better their moods the more likely they’d accept the announcement.
“Chris would you open the wine?”
Chris got the corkscrew from the cupboard drawer and opened the bottle. He poured two glasses and headed for the living room.
Laura heard the glasses clink.
“Wow this is really good Laura.” Lisa said from the living room.
“Yes it is.” Her father chimed in.
Maybe Dan was right, Laura thought, and there was some magic in that wine.
Dan was Dan Naylor. He and his wife Susan owned Naylor’s Winery and Vineyard. The same vineyard that Laura had seen in Lisa’s paintings and had been photographing for the past year. She hadn’t planned on going to the vineyard this morning; but she had spent most of the morning doing more crying than picture taking and found herself pulling into the driveway and parking by the combination office and tasting room.
She turned and saw Dan coming from the pressing house.
He noticed her red eyes: “Susan’s in the tasting room you have to come in and say hi; besides you haven’t seen what we’ve done with your present.”
He gathered her in his arm and guided her into the building. Dan and Susan had immediately taken to her, when a year ago she had first asked permission to take photos on their property. They quickly had become surrogate grandparents.
“Look who’s come to visit.”
Susan looked up and smiled. She also noticed Laura’s red eyes, but Dan winked to her.
“Hi Mrs. Naylor.”
Pointing to the fireplace, Dan said: “So what do you think?”
Laura looked above the fireplace and there was her photograph with a soft piano light providing illumination. The picture was of a particularly interesting vine that had enormous character. She had taken it just after sunrise, but before the dew had burned off and before the sun had cleared the horizon. It just might be the best work she had ever done. She had it enlarged, matted and framed and had given it to Dan and Susan as a thank you present.
Her eyes grew moist: “It’s beautiful.”
Dan tightened his arm around her: “You have a passionate eye. You’ve captured the heart of this place with that picture.”
Laura looked at him not understanding.
Dan directed her to the couch in front of the fireplace.
“Here, sit down and I’ll tell you the story of that vine.” He sat down next to her. “Well, to start we have to go back about 10 years.”
“More like 12 years, Honey.” Susan said from across the room without looking up from her bookwork. “He’s a little vain about his age, especially around beautiful younger women.”
Laura smiled; they were so cute, she always felt better when she visited them.
Undeterred, Dan continued his story: “I was turning fifty and had a successful business that I was good at but really didn’t love. My whole life had been spent building and running my business. To this day I’m not sure what possessed me to take that trip, it wasn’t like me at all. I had always suppressed my passions and done what I thought was expected of me. The trip was a five day, hot air balloon trip through the wine country of the Burgundy region of France. I landed in Paris and spent a day seeing the city alone. The next day the tour operators gathered the guests from around the city and drove us to Beaune and a wonderful 15 room inn, the “Hotel de la Poste”. That evening they had a reception so we could all get acquainted and it was there I first laid eyes on that beautiful creature.” He motioned toward Susan.
Susan looked up and smiled at him.
“Well,” he continued, “We spent the next five days enjoying beautiful country from a balloon, wonderful wines and each other.”
“Hey behave yourself.” Susan looked at him with mock annoyance.
“She couldn’t leave me alone.” He whispered to Laura.
“I didn’t want her to think I was a pushover so; waiting until the last day, I took her to the vineyard behind the hotel and in front of a magnificent 100 year old vine I proposed.
Laura’s eyes again moistened: “That’s so beautiful.”
“I returned home, sold my business and bought this vineyard. A month later in this very room I married the love of my life and on our wedding day we planted a cutting from that vine; a wedding present from Madame and Mousier Chevillot, who owned the hotel and vineyard. The very vine you photographed.”
He got up from the couch and walked over to an ornate antique wine closet. Opening the door he withdrew one of only three bottles remaining in the closet.
Returning to sit next to Laura: “This is the first pressing from that vine and I want you to have it.” He handed the bottle to Laura.
“I can’t accept this.”
“Laura, anyone can make good wine; but, great wine, magical wine requires passion and magical wine can only be appreciated by passionate people. Share this with people you love.”
“Dinners ready.” Laura placed the plates on the table and returned to the kitchen to retrieve the wine. When she returned everyone was already seated.
Time can be a strange thing, it can move so slowly or it can fly. This evening, for Laura it was flying. It seemed they had just sat down and everyone was finished.
“Instead of coffee tonight how about sambuca?” Laura was standing picking up her plate and her fathers.
“Great idea.” Lisa handed her plate to Chris, who had gotten up and picked up his plate.
“Are you sure this isn’t my birthday?” Jack pretended to furrow his brow in confusion.
“Dad.” Laura chastised him with her eyes.
“Chris would you help me?”
Lisa and Jack shot each other another glance.
Chris got the bottle from the cupboard, while Laura got the small snifters and began putting in the coffee beans. She poured the liqueur and put the cap on the bottle.
“Yes, It’s going to be ok.”
“A kiss for luck?”
Chris leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips: “I love you.”
Laura drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled: “I love you too, let’s go.”
They entered the dinning room each carrying two snifters. Chris sat one at his place and handed one to Jack. Laura sat one down for Lisa and placed one at her seat but rather than sit down she walked behind Lisa to stand next to Chris. She found his left hand with her right and held on tightly.
“Guys,” Chris began, “Laura and I have something to tell you.”
Lisa and Jack stared at Chris.
He’d been rehearsing different versions all through dinner and again he couldn’t remember a single one.
“Laura and I have fallen in love and we want to be together.” Not the best version, but simple and true.
“I see.” Jack spoke first.
Chris couldn’t read his face. He had a blank expression.
“You do realize that some people will talk and this might be unpleasant?”
“Yes sir, but I can’t imagine being without her.”
“I see,” Jack’s expression hadn’t changed. “Have you thought about Laura, people will talk about her as well?”
That stopped Chris, he hesitated, he hadn’t thought about how rough this might be on Laura. He suddenly felt his resolve slip. He never wanted to see her hurt. He would do anything to protect her. He loved her.
Chris’s hesitation was all the answer Jack needed. It’s one thing to say you love someone, quite another to be willing to give up the one you want to protect them. That to Jack was the test of real love. He looked from Chris to Lisa.
Lisa’s eyes had filled with tears and they were streaming down her checks.
“Mom, we never meant to hurt you.”
“No sweetie, you don’t understand.” Her voice cracking. Lisa had seen the same thing Jack had seen. “I knew you were growing up, but until this moment I didn’t realize how much of a man you’ve become.”
“So you’re ok with this, I mean us?” Laura stammered.
“Oh sweetheart, your father and I discussed this before we got married. You guys are the most important people in our lives. With your ages being so close it was a possibility and we had only one thing we agreed to insist on if it did happen. It had to be real love.”
Now Laura was crying. Lisa stood and hugged her.
“Well, do you guys want to celebrate? Champagne or sambucca?” Jack held up his glass.
“Dad, If it’s ok, could we have a rain check? It’s been a really long day. I think we’re going to turn in early.”
Laura bent over and put her arms around Jack’s neck and kissed him.
“I love you, Daddy. Thank you”
“I love you ,honey.”
Lisa kissed Chris on the cheek, “Goodnight baby.”
Lisa hugged Laura, “I’m so glad he found you. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Chris and Laura left the dinning room holding hands. When they reached the bottom of the stairs they kissed and almost floated up the steps.
“Wheeew,” Lisa wiped the tears from her eyes.
“I guess you were right after all.” Jack was smiling at Lisa. She had said on Friday night that something was going on between the kids.
“Yes, I was and I believe you lost the bet, mister.” Lisa smirked playfully at Jack.
Jack smiled; he had made a bet with her on Saturday night at the play. He didn’t mind loosing bets to Lisa; because payment usually involved performing her favorite sex act, which was constantly changing.
Jack stood up and picked up his glass.
“Just leave it for the morning,” Lisa’s eyes were now smoldering with passion, “I’m pretty sure we’ll both calling in sick tomorrow!”
Jack sat down the glass and pulled Lisa into his arms and kissed her. They walked to the base of the steps and he turned off the downstairs lights. They began to climb the stairs and Lisa kissed his ear and whispered: “You.Owe.Me.”