by Lovell, Dani
“What do you mean proved yourself right?”
“Well, I suppose I’m always thinking how amazing doing this with you is… and then when it happens, it’s even better than in my imagination, leaving me wanting it again, straight away… So I know I’m right in wanting you. Now that Stacy has gone, I feel free to touch you and talk to you and now… have this kind of fun with you.”
“Oh, wow. But Oliver, we’re still friends, it’s all staying the same, isn’t it? I don’t want things to complicate our friendship; I would die if I lost you as a friend because of all of this…”
“Of course, that won’t happen. But this is happening more frequently between us, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I agree, we did it that first time and then that was it for a year or so. Then of course when the girls were in LA, then just before Aspen, then again, multiple times whilst there and then a few times since. I suppose if we’re not seeing anyone else, we can continue… if you want?”
“Oh, I want! And I like this stuff, too, we never stay the night or cuddle… and I wanna!” he says in a tantrum-like tone making me giggle.
He is surprising me so much with all of this… we both know we’re remaining friends and not lovers, but making a sex plan is actually quite fun! I’m not sure how I’d feel if he met someone else and this all had to stop though… but I don’t need to worry about that for now, it has only just started. “Okay, deal.”
“Great!” he says, excitedly, “And I love that you remember all of the times that we have been together… you write it in your diary so you’ll never forget me…”
I laugh, but he has no idea how much I have treasured those incredible moments with him. If I had a diary, I probably would have written all about them as a means to remember every tiny detail.
A few moments of silence pass as we lay together, and I suddenly feel the need to reassure myself about all of this. “Um, Oliver?”
“Uh huh?”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
He chuckles. “Why? Trying to figure out if this is drunk talk?”
I smile, shyly, “Well, yes.”
He squeezes me tightly and kisses the back of my neck, just like we’re a proper couple. “Well you’ve no need to wonder, I’ve had a lot less than you tonight, and you aren’t particularly drunk so that should give you an idea. When I wake up tomorrow, I’m going to smile because we made this arrangement.”
I feel giddy all of a sudden and am thankful that I’m facing away from him as the broad smile on my face widens. “Okay.”
“And Clare…”
“Yes?” I ask as he buries his face between my neck and shoulder, squeezing my tightly in his muscular, strong arms.
“Happy Birthday, Darling.”
CHAPTER FIVE
TUESDAY 18TH JUNE
Kisses, kisses, kisses. So many kisses all over me. What a way to wake up on one’s birthday. Before I even open my eyes, I grin and snuggle into the warm body of my boy BFF behind me.
“Happy Birthday, gorgeous,” he says, running his hand up and down my side.
“Mmm,” I stretch, thoroughly contented, opening my eyes to the stunning view from the huge window ahead, “thank you. Again. And good morning - we forgot to close the curtains, it looks beautiful out there today.”
“It does, I’m looking forward to whatever we do to celebrate.”
“Celebrate?” I ask, wondering if he’s talking about our new ‘agreement’.
“Um… well it is your birthday, or had you forgotten in the last fifteen seconds?”
I giggle. Of course, stupid. “Oh yeah, duh.”
“Are we meeting everyone for breakfast or shall we get some sent up?”
“Oh, I don’t think we discussed that, I only remember talking about doing lunch…”
“Sounds great. So we’ve got time for a bit more…” he kisses my neck and glides his hand up my body to cup one of my breasts, my nipple clamped between two of his fingers, “a bit more naughty?” He thrusts his hips forward slowly so I can feel how ready he is against my bottom.
I’m already in a trance, having his hands on my body does things to me. “Oh… yes. Let’s.”
And that’s how this morning’s session began.
It’s very different today, for a start, it’s broad daylight; we’ve not done it in the day time… or even with the lights on before, apart from the hospital toilet but we were clothed and standing up - and this is really quite fantastic. I love being able to clearly see his features, his face as he concentrates on the pleasure he’s giving and receiving.
He’s always been magnificently handsome, we all know I have thought that since the day I met him, but when he’s hovering over me, telling me I’m beautiful and perfect, rhythmically making passionate love to me - he’s something else altogether.
As we’re both nearing that incredible climax, he kisses me softly and tells me that my body gets him harder than anyone else ever has, and that predictably speeds it up for me and I begin to moan as I feel those first tingles, the spasming, the heat that rushes through my body.
And then…Knock, knock.
Oliver frowns as he continues to move, making sure it happens for me, working his hips so perfectly. “Holy fuck…” he says, his forehead sweating as I arch beneath him, my toes curling, the orgasm tearing through my body deep and hard.
“Oh… Oliver, Oh god! Yes!” I cry, ignoring the knock, forgetting that someone is right by the door - this is far too amazing to stop.
“Hey! Clarey! Wakey wakey birthday girl!”
“No! Fuck!” Oliver whispers as he slows, ensuring I’m coming down before he stills. “Not now…”
“Oh… Oliver…” I whisper, ignoring Bea altogether. Very unlike me.
“Darling, that’s Bea at the door, you’re going to have to answer.”
“Yeah… in a bit…” I slur, sleepy and tired from that fabulous, rudely disturbed session.
He laughs quietly before kissing my forehead, lifting off me and walking towards the bathroom, gathering his belongings along the way. “Go and see Bea - I’ll wait in here.”
I smile and exhale loudly as I throw the covers back and walk leisurely to the wardrobe to get the hotel dressing gown. “Coming…”
I slowly open the door, putting too little effort into hiding my sex smirk, to find a beautifully presented Beatrice standing barefoot before me. She’s wearing a stunning stripy maxi-dress, tightly cinched in at her tiny-weeny waist, the oranges and teals doing wonderful things for her skin tone.
“Good morning, you look beautiful.”
Her excited smile compliments her pretty face. Gosh, my friends are gorgeous. “Thank you, doll, but who cares about that?! Happy Birthday!” she cries, wrapping her arms around me. “Welcome to the ‘older’ club!”
I smile, “Thank you.”
She continues to hug me and I tense as I hear her take a couple of sniffs. “Hey! You smell!
“Gee, thanks…” I say dismissively, yet, nervously.
“Have you… has there been… oh my god - there has been sex in here hasn’t there?”
“What? What are you talking about? No! Of course not!” I cry, a little too high pitched to be believed. How does she know these things? And why am I such a rubbish liar?
“Don’t keep secrets!” she moans, “Please, I’d love a bit of juicy gossip right now.” She steps back and takes a long look up and down. “You’ve got sex hair, you have man smell, your make-up is still on from last night, it’s ten in the morning and you’re not washed or dressed… I know it, I know there has been a man in this room, Clarabella, and I want to know who! Please?” she asks in a whiney voice.
Shit. What the hell do I say? “Uh… um… I had, I… um…”
She gasps loudly and throws her hand over her mouth. “You did!! Who was it? Oh my god! When did he leave?” she gasps loudly again, “Oh my god, he’s still here isn’t he?”
Holy shit. I need time to think! Um… �
�Well… uh…” My cheeks must be bright red, I wasn’t expecting this. To be honest, I don’t know what I was expecting when I answered the door, it really is quite obvious if you know me, just by the way I look right now.
“You so know I’m going to be looking through my peephole non-stop to see who walks down this hallway…”
“Oh Bea, no, don’t do that…”
“Come on Clarey, don’t be like that, I want to see this hot stud…”
I put my forehead in my hand and sigh as I lean against the doorframe. I really have no idea how to get out of this one.
I look up at Bea just in time to see her jaw drop open, she takes a couple of steps back and her eyes widen until they almost pop out and tumble to the carpet. What the…?
“Bea, leave her alone. You know she doesn’t like being on the spot. It was me, okay? I’m the ‘hot stud’.” What the fuck? What the hell is he doing? This has always been a huge secret before, why is he letting Bea know now? Oh god, this is not good. First Stacy and the blowy, and now this!
She stands there - stunned, her mouth curling into a huge smile. Oliver puts an arm around me and I automatically look at the floor, covering my face with my hands, mortified. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he says softly, “it’s cool. Bea, I’m sure this is very amusing for you, but we’re not going out or anything, we just… hooked up. And it’ll probably happen again. Okay? So don’t tease Clare.”
“I’m… uh… I’m speechless…” she says through the giggles, “my brother! You two have always had a bit of something going on, haven’t you?”
Oliver sighs, “No, it’s all very new, so just stop making a mountain out of a mole hill; it’s just sex.”
“Eww…” she says, “you’re my brother - shh. But what about Stacy?” her voice turns to a whisper, “Where is she?”
“I took her to the airport last night, we broke up.”
“Oh hallelujah!” she cries before fixating on us again. “You made light work of moving on…”
“Oh come on, Bea, just drop it. We’re not engaged, we just… spent the night together. And you’d never have known if you hadn’t stood here grilling Clare. You know you should work on that bullying thing you’ve got going on.”
“Hey!” I interrupt, “She has never done any such thing, that’s mean, Oliver.”
“Okay, okay, but she wouldn’t let it go and you were clearly embarrassed.”
“Aww, so you came to her rescue…” Bea says, hand on her heart and swaying. “This is extremely exciting news.”
“No, it really isn’t, Bea,” I add, “please don’t tell everyone.”
“Oh!” She pouts. “You know I’m telling Daniel. No question.”
“Okay, but just keep it to yourselves, okay? There really is nothing to tell, nothing will come of this, we’re just good friends, kinda… helping each other out, no, no, no, that sounds terrible… um…”
“Clare, chill. It’s okay. I won’t say a word. But you look fantastic together, always have… if something does ever come out of this, just know you have my blessing,” she says with a wink, and turns to walk back down the hallway to her room, swaying her hips and looking back once to wiggle her fingers at us and giggle.
Oh lordy.
I pause for a moment, still standing at the door, and I sigh loudly, rubbing my forehead with my hand. Oliver tugs me into his arms and rests his chin on my head.
“Relax, darling. It’s fine, there’s no reason that they can’t know we’re being intimate… is there? It’s not like we’re seeing anyone else.”
“No,” I whine quietly into his chest, trying to strengthen my knees again, even his t-shirt smells gorgeous. “But you know, we should maybe have discussed it. I’m not sure I want them all to pity me when you meet someone else and this ends.”
“Or vice versa. I’m sorry, you’re right, but it was really hard being in there and listening to her badgering you. I’m sorry. Forgive me?”
I peel my face from his delightful chest and look up at him. His cheeky smile melts me. “Okay, I forgive you. But she and Daniel are going to be watching us like hawks now. Just so you know.”
“We can handle it, gorgeous girl. Now - let’s close this door and get back inside so you can get ready. Maybe you’ll need ‘help’ in the shower.”
I close the door, laughing, and he still hasn’t let me go. “I’m pretty certain I won’t need help, Oliver, but if you’d like to join me… that would be okay.”
“Perfect. You… wet… oh, I can’t wait.”
~~~~~~~
The shower was… how shall I put it? Amazing fun! Our lips were locked all the way from the door to the bathroom before he leant into the shower, still not letting me go, to turn on the water. Then, he untied my dressing gown until it dropped to the floor, leaving me totally naked, and - surprisingly, only mildly uncomfortable.
He hadn’t bothered to belt up his jeans earlier, so I had a fairly easy job of unfastening them - it’s quickly becoming a favourite past time of mine - as he lifted his t-shirt over his head.
Once we were both nudies together, we stepped into the shower and let the water make us slippery and hot. I love being warm and wet in a shower with a man, the way two bodies can move against each other, the way his skin feels under the stream - uh, it’s definitely super erotic for me, and I really hope we’ll get a chance to do that again.
Being in a hotel room also has a certain excitement to it; it’s new, different, plush… it makes what we’re doing a bit more ‘okay’. We’re on holiday; we should make the most of everything, including each other’s sexy bits!
The clear highlight of the shower scene, though, was the finale. Me, on my knees, enjoying him, thoroughly. He had waited and waited to please me, yet again, so I was determined to make this memorable for him, and I feel pretty confident that I managed it.
He said all of those lovely things, he held my head and face, without trying to ‘fuck it’, he just let me do my thing and it seemed to work well for him. He moaned and uttered over and over again about how new this is to him, how no one knows quite as well as I, how to turn him on. I’m going to take that bit with a pinch of salt, that must just be ‘in the moment’ kind of talk for him, but when he did finally explode, all down my chest and over my boobs, he was definitely extremely happy with my oral performance.
Oliver sat on my bed and watched as I applied make-up, dried my hair and chose clothes for lunch. I kept asking him if he wanted to watch TV or go to his room to change, but he seemed more than happy to sit there chatting and watching me. Very bizarre behaviour for a boy - only one other man has ever done that with me and he turned out to be a bit of a freaky stalker. Bleugh, but let’s not go there.
When I’m dressed in a short, very fitted black and white floral sun dress and sandals, Oliver compliments me and asks me to join him in his room while he changes.
“Okay, no problem, although I still don’t see why you didn’t just go and get dressed while I was getting ready, I’m sure that would have been a lot more interesting…”
“Not at all, it fascinates me watching girls get ready, especially you - you have all this fancy stuff you put all over your body and face and although you do look incredibly beautiful, you really seem to be wasting time because you’re stunning before all of that. But I really enjoy watching the process with you - every move you make is a sexy one…”
I roll my eyes and blush. “Oliver.”
“It’s the truth.” he says, holding his hands up.
“You don’t need to give me all the lines you know, I know you well enough to be able to do without that, we’re not dating.”
He frowns and takes my hand in his as we walk to the door. “I’m not feeding you any lines, darling, you know I think you’re beautiful, I’ve told you loads of times before. Everything I say to you is exactly what I think or how I feel.”
I blush again and look to the floor, smiling. We’ve been friends and joked about together for years, but somehow, right
now, I feel like he’s ‘new’. The way you feel when you meet someone and get that excited, giddy feeling. I’m getting that with Oliver right now and it’s… crazy! I’ve known him forever! “Okay.”
“Good. Got everything?”
“Yep… but, Oliver… you’re still in the dressing gown,” I laugh, “I don’t think you want to be leaving the room like that.”
He looks down at himself and frowns, “Why not? I think it’s rather a dashing look, don’t you?”
“Um… okay?”
“Good, glad you agree. Let’s go.”
He opens the door and ushers me through first before letting it slam behind us. He throws an arm around my shoulder and swaggers down the hallway proudly in the white waffle robe. I smile up at him, extremely amused.
We pass the housekeeping trolley and the staff simply smile and greet us in the usual manner, no strange or questioning looks about the half-naked man next to me walking along like he owns the place. I can imagine Luke doing something like this; these boys have been hanging around each other too much!
Speaking of Luke, I miss them. He and Tilly really should be here having fun with the rest of us, it feels a little incomplete on my birthday without the full crowd, but they do have the best excuse in the world and in all honesty, given the choice, I think I’d rather be sitting at home with a beautiful, wrinkly, newborn baby. Especially one as special as Emily… oh, Emily. I want one.
Oliver’s room is pretty much the same as mine, but with just the one floor to ceiling window. He’s not the tidiest of all men, but his mess is kind of… kind of… I don’t know, ‘sexy’ maybe? It’s not too bad that you’d think he’s a filthy, revolting pig - but it’s just a bit - masculine. ‘Hey, I don’t care if my clothes are strewn on the floor all night, I wanted them off and that seemed as good a place as any to leave them.’
He has two empty bottles of beer on the desk, I presume from when he got back from the airport last night, before he came to find me. Oh gosh, that was so much fun. I step over to them as he fishes something out of his overnight bag (why do men never unpack? It’s so strange to me). I take them over to the bin and Oliver stops me as I do, taking the bottles from my hands.