by Aria Blue
Once they pulled up to the restaurant, they still weren’t done so the driver circled the block a few times. After they’d finally finished, he pulled up to the front of the restaurant to let them out.
Natalie and Presley enjoyed a wonderful meal of lobster bisque and tuna tartare. Right toward the end, after they’d ordered dessert, Presley leaned in close to her. “You know the driver? He was watching us.”
He wasn’t sure how Natalie would feel about that, but she had a right to know. He should have told her while it was happening. Would she be offended? Would she slap the driver? Curse him out? Sara would have.
Natalie laughed. “Seriously? That dirty little bastard.”
She was amused and Presley relaxed.
Natalie grinned mischievously. “You know what we should do? We should ask him to join us.”
Presley’s jaw dropped. He had threesomes before, but only involving women. He’d never had a sexual encounter where another man was involved and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He surely didn’t want another man’s balls in his face.
Natalie sensed his trepidation. “Come on, you’d still be fucking me, not him. Trust me, I’ve done it with two guys plenty of times and I’ve never had any complaints.”
Presley couldn’t wait to pay the check and leave the restaurant. Even though this was something new, and he loved new sexual experiences, he was still unsure about it.
Outside, the driver held the door open for them.
“Take us to that empty field three blocks north,” Natalie ordered.
The driver looked puzzled, but he nodded. “Yes, mam.”
Natalie and Presley kissed passionately on the way to the field. Presley was becoming quite fond of her. Maybe he could manage to pretend to be her fake boyfriend if they kept having sex like this.
Once the car came to a stop, Natalie knocked on the glass that separated the front section of the car from the back. The driver lowered the window. “Driver, it’s been brought to my attention that you were enjoying the show earlier.”
The man reddened immediately. “I’m sorry, mam—”
Natalie stroked the side of his face. “It’s okay. What would you say if I told you that you didn’t have to watch this time? You could be an active participant.”
The driver glanced at Presley, who nodded. It didn’t take much prodding after that. He hopped out of the car and joined the couple in the back seat. “The name’s Manny.”
Natalie grabbed Manny by his necktie, pulling him close to her. Then she jammed her tongue down his throat. After a moment, she pushed him away and glared at both men. “Clothes off.”
Presley loved it when women were dominant. He and Manny were completely naked in less than a minute. Natalie ordered them on the seat while she did a strip tease, removing her dress slowly and seductively. While she undressed, Manny stroked his cock beside Presley, making Presley slightly uncomfortable. He wanted to touch himself too, but he didn’t want to do it in front of Manny.
“Jack off, Presley!” Natalie shouted. By then she was wearing nothing but her black heels.
Presley took a deep breath and ran his hand over his hardening cock. Natalie played with her clit while watching the two men stroke themselves. Manny threw his head back moaning. That earned him Natalie’s lips around his fat dick.
After a minute of sucking, she lifted her head. “Fuck my ass.” Presley moved behind her as she went back to servicing Manny. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart. She was so wet, he slid in easily. Moving her back and forth along his cock, he moaned. He was in so much pleasure, he barely noticed Manny anymore. It was all about that perfect ass.
After Presley came, he and Manny switched positions back and forth for the next hour or so until they couldn’t go any more. It was the best date Presley had been on in a long time.
Chapter 10
For the next two weeks, Presley and Natalie did the best they could, selling themselves as a couple and it seemed to be working. The dean had insisted that Natalie don a more appropriate attire when visiting McGuire Prep, but other than that, he was very pleased.
So in her wrap dresses or jeans and sweaters, she brought Presley lunch almost every day and they ate together in his office. She’d come to meet him at the end of every work day so that they could go home together. Natalie had even taken the time to show up at afterschool and weekend school functions, never leaving his side. Presley had to admit that having the arm candy was nice. The way gossip spread around McGuire Prep, there wasn’t a person who didn’t know about Presley’s hot new girlfriend.
“Who’s the broad?” Marcia asked early one morning before classes started. She leaned against the wall of the teacher’s lounge sipping coffee from her crystal encrusted tumbler.
“Excuse me?” Presley had been doing his best to avoid Marcia ever since he’s started seeing Natalie.
“You heard me, Presley McGuire. Anyway, I heard through the grapevine that Sara Snow and you used to be a thing. An actual thing, besides the fact that you’ve sworn up and down to me that you have no interest in committed relationships. Then there’s this Natalie woman who you also seem to be in a relationship with. If you were only into blonds, you should have just said so. I wouldn’t have bothered wasting my time.”
“Marcia, it’s not about that at all.” It really wasn’t. Presley’s preference was beautiful, confident women and that was that.
Marcia rolled her eyes. “I have to get ready for first period. See you around.”
Presley felt horrible as he watched her leave. She’d made a good point, but she would have felt differently if she’d known the truth about him and Natalie. It was all for show. There were no real feelings there, at least not on his end. He cared for Marcia and didn’t want to see her hurt, but he didn’t know how to make her feel better without blowing his cover.
That afternoon, he, Ava, and Harrison met in Presley’s man cave. It had taken a great deal of effort to ditch Natalie to spend some time with his friends, but he had managed. Natalie seemed to think that Presley needed her acting skills outside of the school when he didn’t. He knew that she was beginning to think this was all real and that worried him. Natalie was a good fuck—she had been screwing his brains out over the past couple of weeks, but that wasn’t enough to make Presley go back on the “no more relationships” promise he’d made to himself and to his heart.
He watched his friends play pool as he downed a beer. Harrison took a shot, missed, and swore. “Pres, I swear, you’ve got to be the luckiest man in the world. That Natalie chick is a brick house. She’s stacked.”
Ava rolled her eyes. She hated when Harrison spoke like that, but she’d stopped bothering to reprimand him for it long ago. “How long are you going to keep this up, Presley? If you two ever break up, those moms will be all over you again.”
Presley knew she was right and that was a problem. The more time he spent with Natalie, the deeper her feelings were getting and he felt guilty about using her. This couldn’t go on forever.
“I think it’s all ridiculous,” Ava said. “I get it. I get why you’re doing it, but if you have to have a girlfriend, at least let it be someone that you actually want to be with. Like for real.”
Presley sank lower into his sofa. “Only there is no one I really want to be with,” he lied.
Harrison and Ava locked eyes and then Ava went on staring at her pool stick. Presley knew his friends too well. That look meant they were hiding something from him.
“What?” he demanded. “What’s going on?”
Ava sighed. “I’ve been kind of talking to Sara lately.” Presley had almost forgotten that Ava and Sara had been really good friends while Sara and Presley dated. When they broke up, the women had lost touch.
“And?” Presley urged.
“And nothing,” Ava replied. “Presley, it’s girl talk. I can’t tell you what we talk about. Besides, I promised her I wouldn’t.”
Presley hopped up. “Fuck that. You’re my
best friend, not hers. What have you guys been talking about? If it wasn’t important, you wouldn’t have brought it up.”
Ava gave in like she usually did with Presley. “Okay, she was really upset the other day. I asked her what was wrong and she said that it was really hard for her to watch you with another woman. She’s thinking her coming to work at McGuire was a big mistake.”
Presley’s throat tightened as Ava continued talking. “Anyway, I asked her why. You two aren’t together anymore and she broke down crying saying how all her feelings for you had come rushing back.”
Presley’s head swam. He didn’t know what to do with that information, and he almost wished he hadn’t made Ava tell him. Sara still had feelings for him and he was making her watch him be with another woman. For almost a year he had imagined making her jealous and making her regret dumping him. He thought it would feel good, but it didn’t at all. He didn’t want Sara to hurt even though she had hurt him.
“She has feelings for me?” Presley asked.
Ava nodded. “But don’t tell her I told you. I mean it, Presley. I promised.”
Harrison took another shot. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have just traveled back to the sixth grade.”
Ava picked up a ball and launched it at him, then she turned to Presley. “I’m just saying, if you’re going to date someone, you might as well date the person you want to be with and who wants to be with you. Why waste your time with this Natalie lady who is a little bit clingy.”
Ava was right. Presley had never felt whole since the day Sara had left him and he had given up on ever feeling whole again.
Chapter 11
The next day, Presley stayed until the office emptied and no one was left but Sara. She always stayed later than everyone else. That didn’t surprise Presley in the slightest. When Sara did something, she gave it her all. She would probably sleep at McGuire Prep if the cleaning crew didn’t kick her out.
She sat at her desk filling out a stack of forms when Presley walked in. “That looks fun.”
Sara breathed deeply without bothering to look up. “This is probably the one, single thing I hate about this job, the paperwork and the rigmarole. Just let me work with the kids. That’s why I went into this, not to fill out forms.”
Presley took a seat in front of her desk. She looked up with one eyebrow raised. “What are you still doing here anyway?” she asked. “Usually Natalie’s rolled in and scooped you up by now.”
The taste of bitterness hung on her words.
“About that,” Presley said. “I called things off with Natalie last night. It’s over.”
Sara paused for a moment, staring down at her pen, then she kept writing. “Oh. Sorry to hear that.”
Presley always knew when she was lying and she wasn’t sorry. “Sara, I want to talk to you about that. About Natalie. That wasn’t real. None of it. My father thought giving me a girlfriend would be a good way to get those PTA moms off my back, and their husbands from trying to kill me, so he hooked me up with Natalie. It meant nothing. It was just for appearances.”
Sara stared at him. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because, if I’m going to be with someone, it’s not going to be just for appearances. It’s going to be because I want to be with them and they want to be with me.”
Presley couldn’t help but notice how relieved she looked. “Well. That’s very mature of you isn’t it, Presley McGuire.”
Presley was done beating around the bush and hiding his feelings. “Sara, I still love you, I never stopped. And I know, deep down in there somewhere, you still have feelings for me too. I remember the way you looked the day I got punched or the hurt on your face every time Natalie showed up here. Life is too short. If I want to be with you and you want to be with me, what’s the hold up? What are we waiting for?”
Sara pushed away from her desk. Presley went over and kneeled before her, taking her hands in his. “Will you please give us another chance?”
Sara’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Presley, I love you. You know that. I know you know that, but how am I supposed to be able to trust you after what you’ve done?”
“Sara!” he snapped, but then he calmed himself. He was beyond frustrated with having to explain to Sara that he had never cheated on her. “Sara, this is the last time I’m going to tell you this. I never cheated on you. I never even thought about another woman when I was with you. Everything was about you, Sara. I will apologize for whatever I did that would make you believe that about me.”
Sara squeezed his hands. “You know what, it doesn’t matter. Whatever happened—or didn’t, is in the past. And like you said, life is short, so I don’t want to dwell on that. Still Presley, you broke my heart, if we’re going to do this, we need to take things slow.”
Presley was relieved, but he didn’t know what it meant to take things slow with Sara. They had started off hot and heavy and things kept going from there. “What does that mean? Take things slow?”
“It means we won’t be exclusive yet. Just dating. And the sex has to wait. I need to know that this is going to be real and not just another sex romp to you.”
A lump rose in Presley’s throat, but he swallowed it. It had never been about sex with Sara and she needed to know that. “I’ll wait as long as I have to. Do whatever it takes.”
He pulled her up from her chair and pressed his lips against hers. It was the softest, sweetest kiss he’d had since the last time they’d been together. He wanted it to last forever.
Sara pulled away from him, looking up at him with clear blue eyes. “I have a good feeling about this, Presley.”
He kissed her gently on her forehead. “So do I, Angel.”
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