Not Just Play

by Warick Love

  Max sat on the bed and pulled Garnet on his lap. The bulge on his pants is rubbing against the front of her bikini bottom as he kissed her, his tongue showing no mercy. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and her hips rocked against his, following the rhythm of their kiss. Just then Blake passed along the hallway and noticed the crack on the door. He stood frozen in place.

  The two are so into each other that they were not able to sense that someone is actually watching. Max’s hand held Garnet’s back as his mouth found her neck, and lightly nibbled the smooth skin there. His tongue licked her ears as his hand cupped one breast and massaged it over and over. Garnet moaned and arched her body, making her breasts seem even fuller. Blake’s hand automatically went inside his jeans pocket and he swallowed hard as he watched Max untie her bikini strings. He pulled the piece of clothing with his teeth and his hands supported Garnet’s back on the middle. Max tilted Garnet on his hand and pushed his face against her naked breasts, their fullness totally intoxicating. He breathed deeply allowing her womanly smell fill his nose. Garnet’s legs wrap around his waist snugly, as he sucked one budding nipple. “Oh Max, that feels amazing...” His tongue flicked and teased her nipple, while his hand caressed her other breast. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and she wants it so badly. She wants to feel that slick thing slide inside her and fill her with ecstasy.

  Blake couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. He recalled Garnet back when they were kids and that did it for him. He backed off the door and walked away. He can’t possibly watch this.

  Max continued to press his face against Garnet’s breasts, only too aware that Blake just left. It was one of those times that he actually felt satisfied. He knows how much Blake wants Garnet. He never told him about it, nor mentioned anything more about the woman ever since he knew they were engaged. However, he’s also a man. No words were needed.

  Max massaged her full heavy breasts and breathed even more deeply. She smells like a flower in full bloom and is just as intoxicating. She held his head and moaned sexily, loving the feel of his face against her bosom.

  Max lay down on the bed so that Garnet was on top. He sucked her breasts this way and it was so erotic as his tongue flicked her nipples. He held her breasts in his huge hands and massaged them, while Garnet rubbed her body against his. She could feel his bulge against his pants, her bikini bottom suddenly damp. God, she was so aroused.

  He removed the tiny bit of fabric that hid her pussy and put it close to his nose, inhaling her womanly smell that always thrilled him. Garnet fumbled with his shorts and cupped his bulge, her hands going crazy for its size. She teased it and massaged it against the fabric. He groaned deep in his throat and help her get rid of the annoying clothing. He rolled on top of her and raised one of her legs to his waist and fingered her pussy. It was slick and wet and so tight.

  She was moaning and gripping his shoulders, too absorbed on what he was doing to her. He teased her with his palm, rubbing it against her clit. His mouth found her neck and started nibbling and licking as his long fingers worked their way inside her. Pushing gently in and pulling out in an addictive rhythm made Garnet call out his name again and again.

  He spread her legs provocatively and pushed another finger inside her, making her arch her body in supreme ecstasy. She kissed his cheeks and licked his ear, his tongue teasing the sensitive flesh there. He gripped her butt with his other hand as his hands massaged her inner thighs. Little by little, he replaced his hand with his mouth, his tongue licking her wet folds again and again, making her release more juices. She tastes amazing---all woman hot. His tongue went non-stop, going deeper and deeper and increasing the pace of his stimulation. He found her hole with his fingers again and played with her flesh as he licked her. Garnet moaned and gripped his head and almost swore as she felt the strong quake that gripped her entire body.

  Max wasn’t able to hold out for long and positioned himself on top of her. He slid his hard cock inside her and she moaned even more, its silkiness rubbing against the sensitive parts of her flesh. He slid it totally inside and she almost gasped at his size. He rocked her gently at first, small tentative thrust that made her want more. Soon, she spread her legs in a wide V and gripped his back. “More, Max. I want more!”

  He rode her more swiftly this time, her one leg resting on his shoulder. She gripped the sheets as he pushed inside her, thrusting deeper and deeper and deeper. Garnet held him tightly. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Two more mighty thrusts and they were both coming and spiralling, the overwhelming sensations gripping them both.

  They lay on the bed, all sweaty and satisfied. Garnet felt inexplicably tired but energized. She looked absentmindedly on the ceiling, her thoughts without focus.

  “Max, how do you think this is gonna end?” She asked as she leaned on his shoulder.

  “It’s gonna end well. You’d be able to finish Design like you wish and I’d be the head of the company I have been dreaming for years. As long as we both stick to the plan, everything will be fine.”

  “Does Blake know?”

  “Does it matter?” He asked as he caressed her cheek.

  “No. It does not matter.” She cupped his balls and began to stroke him provocatively. Feeling slightly wanton, she licked one of his nipples. His groan is music to her ears.

  “What if---hypothetically---I start to feel something for you, Max?” She tried to make light of it, but deep down she was so sure that she’s not 100% asking hypothetically.

  “You can’t. This is just a farce, Garnet. We both know that. Besides, everything is doing well. We enjoy each other’s company, we have a great time in bed, and we’re only months away from making it all happen. We can’t mess up now.”

  “But Max, what if I really am starting to feel something? What if I love you?”

  “You don’t. Listen, Garnet. We have to focus. What you feel for me, don’t confuse it with something else. The sex is great, yes. But I cannot possibly give you more than that.”

  She started to feel a lump in her throat but she ignored it. “I see. I’m sorry I asked. It’s just that...”

  “It’s just that what?”

  She smiled without emotion. “Never mind. I see what you mean.”

  She rolled to her side of the bed and looked at the wall beside her instead and asked him once more. “Is there a tiny chance you’d ever feel something for me---I mean, beyond sex.”

  “It’s not gonna happen Garnet. You should have known that right from the start. Will you please stop being a baby and just stick to what we talk about?”

  The tone of his voice rubbed her in the worst possible way and so, she sat up and met his eyes. “Of course, Max. I can do that.” With that, she put on her clothes swiftly and walked out of the room. She couldn’t believe that she just made a fool of herself there.

  Garnet went to her room at the far end of the west wing. She loves it here. Tante Gabrielle’s place is her dream house---lots of wood, with a private balcony overlooking the beach. Despite her very sour mood, she breathed deeply like she always does whenever she’s here.

  She sat on one of the cushy chairs and sighed. She’d just changed into her a pair of hot pink silk pyjamas as she is no longer in the mood for something sultry. This is something she actually did not plan for. Never did she know that one day her feelings would go out of control. She recalled the questions she asked Max. Of course it was foolish to think that this will lead somewhere, but he didn’t have to treat her so shabbily---like she is not capable of getting hurt at all.

  It was the first time in her life that she cared for someone so much and it is so funny to think that it was a man who’d never even have any feelings towards her. She closed her eyes and allowed the sea breeze to calm her body. She honestly, really doesn’t know what to do. Just then, she heard something that hit the balcony. “What the fuck was that?” She was startled and when she opened her eyes, she saw Blake waving, his smile wide. His room was on the other sid
e of the house, so that their balconies are face to face. She made a face and put her arms on her waist. “What was that for?”

  “I thought you fell asleep. I was only trying to help.” He chuckled. Just then, he stooped to get some things nearby. He was holding some sticks and some marshmallows. “Care to join me?”

  She smiled then and nodded enthusiastically. She hurriedly slipped on her bunny slippers and rushed outside. When she made it to the backdoor, Blake was already there, starting a bonfire.

  “I kind of missed the smell of roasted marshmallows. Come here, I’ve several bags. I also have some of your favourite bonbons. And these too.” He said as he handed her a bag of Almond Roca. She sat beside him and hugged the bags and boxes of candies like a kid. “I feel like twelve again.”

  He glanced at her top knot and her pink silky pyjamas. He started to chuckle. “You are like one. You’re still wearing a pair of bunny slippers. How many pairs do you have? A hundred?”

  He glared at him. “That’s none of your business.” She rubbed her hands vigorously. “Ooooh, it’s cold.” He clucked his tongue and removed his jacket. “Don’t they make bunny jackets too?”

  She elbowed him and took the sticks that were on his lap. She put large marshmallows on each and handed them back to him. “Just like the old times.”

  He patted the place near him. “Closer to the fire.”

  She moved mere inches and settled into the space beside him. He took a thermos behind him plus two paper cups and poured some fragrant hot chocolate. “To keep you warm.”

  “Thanks. Where did you get all these stuffs?”

  “I went to town a while ago to get some things.”

  He leaned back on the tree behind him. “I still cannot believe you’d be my sister in law in two months. You’d be family.”

  “Me too.” She took a bite of the gooey marshmallow and groaned. “Oh, this tastes so good.”

  “I know.” He looked at her for a moment and all he could think about was the scene on the bed earlier when she was moaning with pleasure. He took a bite of the mallows as well.

  She held the cup of hot chocolate and dipped some of the marshmallows. “Have you ever loved a woman, Blake?”

  He almost choked on his drink. “Er, hot seat. Why do you ask?”

  She sighed. “Nothing. I just want to hear how a man would talk about a woman he loves, or at least, care about. Have you?”

  “Sure.”

  “Sure?”

  “Yeah. I mean, of course I have.”

  “Is that all you can say? Won’t you rave about how pretty she is or how crazy you are about her? C’mon, this is what bonfires are all about----sharing stuffs.”

  “Hmmm. No. I just don’t get in the habit of talking about women with a woman.”

  “Now, that’s weird. I thought I’d be family.”

  “Well, of course. But my story isn’t interesting.”

  “But I thought you love her.” She pressed.

  He took a mouthful of mallows and pretended to chew so he’d have the time to think about what to say. “It can’t be between us.” He finally said.

  Sensing he was becoming uncomfortable, she gave him some candies. “Forget I asked. Here, have some more.”

  “Thanks.”

  “How about you? I bet Max already bought you a castle somewhere.”

  “Yeah, a sandcastle.” She said in a very faint voice.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing. Can we talk about something else?”

  He laughed. “Okay. You can tell me some other time.”

  “Blake, would you ever forgive me if I lie to you?” She pulled his jacket towards her chest and looked at him.

  “Garnet, you know I’m not shallow. I would like to believe that you would only be able to do something like that if you actually have to. Take your time. I did not invite you here to make you even sadder than how you must have felt earlier at the balcony. I just thought that a bonfire would be fun. It’s something that I have never done while I was away.”

  She placed more marshmallows on their sticks and blurted out. “Max and I are not actually a couple. What we have is an arrangement.” She stole a glance at him, his expression unreadable.

  “I know there’s no enough excuse to make what we did reasonable. But yeah, it’s just play-play---an arranged play-play.”

  He did not respond so she went on. “You know how forceful my father can be, Blake. To cut the story short, this is my last resort. I wouldn’t have deliberately deceived you or your parents. It’s just that, this might be the only solution.”

  “Is it working so far?”

  “I guess.”

  “Garnet, to tell you the truth, I know everything. I know that this whole thing is a sham----I know my brother well enough to ever think that he’d marry. It is going against everything I knew about him. If you did what you did, like I said, I know that there must be a very big reason. Something confuses me though. On Max’s end, it is very clear and it looks to me that he has stuck to the arrangement as agreed. How come it does not seem so clear on your end? Haven’t you gotten what you wanted?”

  She sighed and played with the stick she was holding. “Oh, Blake. I blew it. Everything was going well---I mean everything. I was able to move out and live by myself, do something I really love, and be able to decide on my own, until things started to get too real for me.”

  “What do you mean too real?”

  “Blake, I think I have fallen in love with Max, big time.” She said.

  “I see. And what about him, does he know?”

  Garnet looked far away and shrugged her shoulders. “I tried to tell him but he cut me off. What a fool I made out of myself!”

  He handed her more hot chocolate. “Here, you need this. Everything will be fine, Garnet. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

  She took a sip from her cup and pinched her cheek. “It feels funny when feelings go beyond your control. I wish I hadn’t put myself in this situation in the first place.”

  “I know what you mean.”

  Seven

  Garnet felt a lot better after the conversation with Blake. Surprisingly, she was no longer feeling needy and clingy. In fact, she made up her mind. This farce has to stop. Max left with Blake upon their return for some convention in Mexico. They would be there for a week. She has to think of something. What has occurred to her is that she might just be feeling infatuated with Max.

  Amanda was at her apartment, making some tea. “Will you please settle down?”

  “I can’t just settle down, Amanda. I have to think of something.”

  “Just end it clean with Max, Garnet. I’m getting confused as well. You told me earlier that you might have fallen in love with him yet now you want out?”

  “I don’t know, Amanda. It’s a fine line between love and hate really. I would have to admit that yeah, I might be having feelings for him. However, it is so blatant that he won’t fall for me, ever. What I really, really wanted to do is to get back at him, to salvage my pride at the very least. That way, in case I decide to move on and face my father’s wrath when I finally tell him about this mess, I won’t feel like such a loser.”

  “I have an idea. Why don’t you seduce him then cut everything off afterwards. Tell him that you changed your mind and you realized you’re no longer in love after all. It sounds very petty, but history has proven that sometimes, pettiness and caprice work to a woman’s advantage. You might want to give that a try.”

  She looked at her friend seriously for a moment then the rebel in her rise to the surface. “I’ll do it.”

  “But, I don’t know how to go about it. Amanda, look at me. I’m not exactly femme fatale. I’m a spoiled pampered girl---at least I used to be---and what you are suggesting seems a bit out of place. Do you think I can pull it off?”

  “Of course you can pull it off. I mean, you have nothing to lose. The guy that does not love you anyway. Besides, you live on your own now and you are
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br />   doing what you love. You’re no longer living under one roof with your filthy rich parents. Besides, you’re still your father’s daughter. He may get into fits of anger once he finds out about your whole sham. But so what? It’s about time to be the girl you are destined to be.”

  She retrieved a tray of oatmeal cookies from the oven. “Oops, these are still hot. I’ll slap your hand if you dare touch them.”

  “You really think I can do it?”

  “Positive, G. You can do it.”