* * *
I peeled my eyes open and groaned at the thudding inside my head. We’d partied until the real early hours and hadn’t stopped drinking until the place was dry. It was almost four in the morning when Willow finally stopped dancing, dragged me onto the sofa with her, and covered us with a duvet that Danny had brought downstairs. That was where we’d stayed, snuggled up against each other.
Willow’s back was turned to me, and her arse was pushed against me and I remembered almost falling off at one point, which was why I had one foot on the floor. I smiled to myself recalling what a great night it had been. It’d been nice to kick back, knowing that Johnny was okay as he was staying over with his best mate, Simon, who was someone I trusted would make sure that my brother was safe. It had been Johnny who’d suggested it, knowing I wouldn’t enjoy the party if I was worrying about Teresa being home when he got back from the wedding reception that he’d gone to.
As I looked up at the ceiling, I was aware of something weird going on around my crotch, something a little unpleasant. I bolted upright, which physically hurt, and saw Nigel licking my jeans over my dick.
“What the fuck!” I cried, trying to push the scruffy black and brown dog away without the risk of getting myself bitten. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Charlie?” Willow groaned beside me.
“Nigel, fuck off,” I cried and pushed his head.
“Nigel!” Willow sat up and gave him a shove. “Go away, you naughty boy. You wankers, get out here now.”
“What’s going on?” I asked and stared at Willow with wide eyes.
“Those brothers of mine are a bunch of pricks. Get out here now!”
One by one the Dixon brothers appeared from the kitchen, all laughing and clutching their sides.
“You vile people,” Willow said as she caught a cloth that Danny threw at her. She handed it to me. “Wipe your dick love, those idiots smeared dog food over it.”
“You bastards.” My head shot to them all as they stood in a line as tears of laughter rolled down Declan and Ruben’s faces.
I grabbed the cloth and started to wipe away the remaining dog food from my crotch as I looked up at Willow, who now looked less like a cute teddy bear and more like a ragged doll that was usually strapped to the front of a dustbin truck. She had joined in the laughter and was bent over at the waist with her hands clutched at her sides.
“Very funny,” I said, unable to help the twitch of a grin on my own lips. I pointed at all the brothers and then threw the cloth at them and watched it land in the middle of Declan’s chest. “I’ll get you all back one day.”
“Oh shit, that’s so funny,” Willow gasped. “Sorry Charlie, but it is.”
“And don’t think I won’t get you back too, because I will.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek, avoiding her mouth. “Morning.”
“Morning,” she sighed and fluttered her eyelashes at me, or she would have if they hadn’t been matted together with sleep.
“Ah, sorry mate,” Toby said. “We couldn’t resist it. Your junk was there on display and you were dead to the world. It had to be done.”
“Yeah sorry, Charlie,” Danny offered. “At least you didn’t get a stonker.”
“Oh my God,” Willow groaned. “That’s bloody gross.”
She stretched her arms and yawned, and then tapped my leg.
“Let me get up and I’ll run to the cafe at the end of the road and get us all coffee and pastries. You all want some?” she asked her brothers as she scrambled off the sofa.
Everyone agreed it was a great idea and she took orders, including one for Patsy who was apparently in the shower. I offered her money, which she declined, but didn’t offer to go with her. This was one time I wasn’t going to be the caring and respectful gentleman my grandma had told me I should be.
When the door slammed behind her, we all burst out laughing.
“Well,” I said as I laughed hard. “I wonder if anyone will tell her she’s got glasses and a moustache drawn on her face.”
Instead of licking when giving oral, hum. You’ll both experience an incredible orgasm – I refer again to Agadoo by Black Lace.
* * *
Willow
The silence was absolutely sublime. Not one noise could be heard around the house. No one coughing, no one talking and no one farting. I was alone and basking in the peace. Declan was on a stag weekend, Toby on a modelling job in the Scottish Highlands, and Ruben had been forced into a weekend at our Auntie Rosemary’s in Brighton with Mum and Dad.
I did feel a little guilty about Ruben, if the truth be told, because if I hadn’t put the idea of him taking drugs into Mum and Dad’s heads, they wouldn’t have made him go with them. Unfortunately for Ruben, he may well be eighteen, but Dad still had the ability to rule the roost and my little brother was given no choice. Obviously he argued about why they couldn’t make him go, but Dad said he wanted him to visit the university while they were there to rule it off his list if necessary – which was something else Ruben was adamant about i.e. not even going to Uni’, it simply made the argument louder and more intense. Needless to say, the parents won that battle with Ruben determined to win the war.
I pushed my guilty thoughts from my head and thought about the night ahead. I’d had a lovely relaxing bath, shaved every area that had a hair follicle, apart from my head, and creamed every inch of my skin until it was soft and smooth and smelled of coconut. Now I was waiting for Charlie to arrive.
We’d seen each other a couple of times during the week, once for lunch and once for another more successful trip to the cinema but as he had to pick Johnny up from somewhere on the way home, we didn’t even attempt to try car sex again. At least we’d have had more room as Charlie had picked me up in the Vauxhall Combo, but to be honest, I didn’t mind. When I’d held his hand and he’d kissed my neck in the cinema, it had been lovely – just enough to make me feel squidgy inside, but not too much to get me all hot and horny.
Tonight, though, was going to be different. He was going to stay over because Johnny had a couple of mates staying with him and I was so excited, convinced this was going to be our night.
Finally, after wearing a furrow in the carpet, the doorbell rang, and thousands of butterflies took flight in my stomach. I quickly checked my appearance in the mirror above the fire and then dashed to the door.
“Hey,” I said breathlessly as I swung it open.
“Hi.”
Charlie gave me his best dimpled smile and stepped forward and cupped my face with one hand as he took my mouth with his in a hot, sexy kiss. His hips pushed forward and I immediately felt his dick was hard – a huge surprise. He dropped his bag to the floor, his other hand came up to rest on my hip and he pushed me back against the wall, as his soft lips and sweet tongue made me soar.
“Oh wow,” I gasped, when he finally let me go.
“Yeah well, I’ve kind of missed you this week.”
“You saw me on Tuesday for lunch and Thursday at the cinema,” I giggled and reached up to brush his hair from his eyes.
“Yeah but it was all a little bit teenage date, when actually what I really wanted to do was far more grown up.” His hand moved down to my bum and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m so looking forward to having some time with you.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “Me too.”
I kissed him this time, and made sure my hips were pushed forward as far as they could be while I held on to his biceps – I was exhilarated by the feel of him through the thin cotton of my pretty retro summer dress.
“Come on, I’ve cooked you some dinner.”
Charlie’s eyebrows rose. “Really? What’re we having?”
I chewed on my lip, a little nervous, but I hoped he’d like it. “Well it’s nothing fancy. Johnny told me what your favourite meal was, so it’s only sausage and mash.”
His eyes went wide and the green orbs twinkled. “Peas and gravy too?”
I nodded and puffed out my chest, ver
y proud of myself.
“Oh shit, Willow, you are incredible.”
Before I had chance to stop him, he rushed past me down the hall to the kitchen and by the time I got there, he was sitting at the table with a knife and fork in his hand.
“I was going to lay the dining room table,” I said as I laughed at the sight of him.
Charlie dropped the cutlery, pulled me onto his knee and kissed below my ear. “Here is fine.” He then placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Thank you.”
“What for?” I asked as I craned my neck to give him better access, as I had my hair in a fishtail plait over the opposite shoulder.
“Making an effort to find out what my favourite meal was and for going to the effort of making it. Oh, and for wearing this dress, you look beautiful.”
He ran a hand down my side and leaned in for a soft kiss. One that warmed me from my toes right up to the tips of my ears.
“You look pretty handsome yourself,” I eventually replied as I looked down at his dark blue jeans and slim fitting shirt with a green and grey small flower print.
“Honestly, I got Johnny to come shopping with me. I needed some help to steer me away from my usual plain t-shirt and faded jeans combo.”
“That’s your style, and it suits you, so don’t ever apologise for it.”
“Yeah,” he said as he pulled the top of my dress forward and peeked down it. “And you always look gorgeous.”
“You talking to me or my boobs?” I could feel he was hard again, so I was pretty sure the decision not to wear a bra had been a good one.
“Both,” he replied giving me the dimples. “Now, feed me, woman.”
* * *
“I still haven’t forgiven you for laughing at the dog food incident,” Charlie said as he rubbed a hand up my bare leg which was draped over his lap.
We’d finished our food a half hour before and were in the lounge listening to an old 70’s compilation album of my dad’s on his ancient stereo, which I thought was still in good nick, but Charlie said the treble had gone on it, whatever that meant. All I knew was that Marc Bolan currently singing 20th Century Boy sounded awesome.
“We’re equal matey,” I scolded and wagged a finger at him. “You let me go outside knowing they’d drawn on my face. I honestly thought the guy behind the counter at the café fancied me, the way he stared at me.”
“Probably did,” he replied as his hand went higher. “Wouldn’t blame him.”
As Charlie’s strong, dexterous fingers crept up my thigh, his phone on the side table next to me chirped that a text had arrived.
“You want to look at that?” I asked as I twisted to pick up the phone.
“Better had, in case it’s about Johnny.”
As I picked up the phone, the preview pane was quite clear to see and while I wasn’t normally the jealous type and Charlie had given no reason for me to be jealous, what I was reading was something I definitely wasn’t going to accept.
“Okay, I think you need to explain what that is all about.”
My heart thudded and my stomach swirled as I threw the phone at him. I pulled my legs away and dropped my feet to the floor as I stared at him. I was fuming and evidently looked scary if the fear on Charlie’s face was anything to go by.
“And who the hell is Viv?”
Charlie looked at the phone and I had to admit he looked surprised as he read the full message. The only part I’d seen had been ‘Hi Charlie, it’s Viv, I’m desperate to come. Can I sit on your face?’ which was bad enough, so I hoped that there wasn’t much more than that.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed and started to text back. “I have no idea how she got my number, Will, I swear to you.”
“So, who is she?” I snapped as I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to dampen down the anger, before I exploded.
He paused texting and looked up at me. “She’s a drummer in one of the bands who are working at the studio. She came on to me last week, but I told her I wasn’t interested because I had a girlfriend.”
His head dropped back to his phone and I couldn’t help but smile that he’d called me his girlfriend – even though he hadn’t even asked me yet. I was still angry though, wondering whether he actually liked her, or had led her on in some way.
“Here, look.”
He thrust his phone at me to read the text message he’d sent.
Me: I have no idea how you got my number, but whoever gave it to you shouldn’t have. I’m really sorry Viv, but I did tell you I’m not interested and don’t appreciate getting texts of that tone when I’m with my girlfriend. Please don’t text me again.
I looked up slowly and shook my head. Okay, so he’d didn’t appear to have led her on from his text back, but it wasn’t exactly the tone of text that I’d have used had the roles been reversed.
“Please don’t text me again. What sort of response is that to someone who’s sending you unacceptable text messages?”
“Why, what do you want me to say?” he asked and took the phone from my hands to look down at it.
“Piss off would be a start.”
“She’s a client. I can’t do that; I’d get the sack. She may well have got the wrong number anyway.”
“Err she put ‘Hi Charlie’, so if she’s desperate for another Charlie to chow down on her then it’s a huge bloody coincidence.”
Charlie’s lips twitched and I knew he was desperate to laugh, not that I could see anything to laugh about.
“It’s not funny.”
“No, but you saying chow down about oral sex is.” He let out a laugh and then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry.”
“You sure you’re not interested in her?” I asked as a little doubt gnawed at me.
“Fuck no. Like I told her, we have something I would never want to risk.”
He didn’t look as though he was lying. He looked me straight in the eye and didn’t fidget in any way.
“And you told her I was your girlfriend?”
He narrowed his eyes and groaned. “Yeah, I was kind of going to talk to you about that tonight.”
“Were you?”
“Yeah, I was going to ask you…you know, if you would be my girlfriend.”
My attempt to act annoyed was difficult when all I wanted to do was jump up and down and punch the air, but I was still pissed off about Viv and her bloody hungry fanny.
“Would that have been before or after we had sex?” I asked as I tried to string it out a little longer.
Charlie grinned and pulled me to straddle his lap. “Before, during, and after if you like.”
As he pushed his hips forward, I felt his dick, hard against his jeans again and was surprised, considering all I was doing was sitting there. Admittedly my boobs, which he loved, were pushing against his chest and my bum, which he also seemed to like immensely, was safely ensconced in his big hands.
“Have you actually been hard all evening?” I asked with a grin. “Or am I just that sexy?”
“You are sexy,” he replied as he kissed down my neck, “but I must admit your sausage and mash did it for me. I can’t stop thinking about them.”
“Really?”
I gasped as he pulled down the front of my dress and slowly licked around my nipple, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. It was the perfect intensity. Not too hard that it hurt, but not so soft I could barely feel it. The relief I felt was immense, particularly after the way he’d gone at my boobs and clit on the night of the dick in zip incident.
“Yeah,” he whispered against my heated skin. “You though, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met and if I’m truly honest it’s actually you that’s had me hard all night. From the minute you opened that front door, I wanted to bury myself in you and get these pretty little nipples in my mouth.”
He then took my other nipple in his mouth and as adeptly as before, sucked on it. The pleasure was powerful, and I dropped my head back, moaning with a need for more. Obviously understanding my want, he
slipped his hands up my skirt and pushed them inside my lace boy shorts, squeezing the cheeks of my bum gently, and once again it was perfect.
“Charlie,” I whispered as I pushed my hips forward.
“Tell me what you want, Willow.”
“I need your fingers.”
His mouth was on my neck as he kissed and licked along it and moved one of his hands from my bum and tickled it over my thigh before he slipped a finger inside my shorts and up through my wetness to my clit. As he rubbed it gently and swirled his finger around it, the throb began, and I started to breathe heavily. It was sublime, and I knew that he was going to make me come.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” he whispered against my ear.
“Oh God, yes,” I breathed out, my body feeling electrified.
As he moved his mouth back to my nipple, Charlie slipped his finger inside of me and started to pump and as I picked up his rhythm, he added another and then…his phone started to ring in his pocket right next to where my VJ was being pleasured.
“Ignore it,” I said as I tried to regain my concentration. “It’ll stop.”
Charlie muttered a curse and then started to pump his fingers faster and he sucked my nipple harder. All the pleasure I’d been feeling started to fall away and I closed my eyes and held my breath as I tried to chase the orgasm that had been so close, but the big “O” had well and truly left my body.
As I wriggled trying to get the feels back, Charlie increased his speed even more as his phone started to ring again. I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but it sounded more insistent this time. He stilled momentarily and then sucked so hard on my nipple it made me squeal.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I just…” He dropped his forehead to mine and groaned as his phone continued ringing.
“Answer it,” I said and tried not to sound like a petulant child. “I can’t concentrate while it keeps going off.”
I scrambled off his knee and pulled the top of my dress back up as I flounced back onto the sofa. Charlie pushed his hand into his pocket and gave me an apologetic smile that took me all my time to return it.
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