Next came clothes. Rachel had opted to wear ridiculously expensive lingerie she had originally bought for a naughty weekend away with Nate that had been cancelled due to business, and that she had never worn. She figured that even if Luc didn’t get to see her in it later, it would still make her feel sexy knowing she was wearing it. The set was a plunge bra made of soft cream satin with a matching thong. She could hardly feel it on but the thong had been shaped in such a way that a little knot of fabric bunched snugly over her clit applying a light pressure as she moved. Delicious tingles of pleasure and heat pulsed around her pussy and she felt very risqué knowing what was going on hidden from everyone around her. She wore very tight skinny denim jeans with a cream silk blouse tucked in leaving a few buttons undone hinting at the enticing swell of her cleavage, but not so many as to embarrass her children!
Searching for shoes she decided on her sky high nude courts which magically made her legs look longer and bum look perkier. Luc seemed to have appreciated them on her the last time she wore them too not that had in any way influenced her choice. Well maybe just a little bit. Spraying on her favourite perfume and throwing some long gold necklaces around her neck she thought she looked ‘smart casual’ enough for Karaoke night! Grabbing her smallish evening bag she headed off for the stairs to find Lucy and Jess, and crashed headlong into Luc also leaving his room.
“Fucking hell, Luc!” she cried as the contents of her bag went everywhere and she immediately dropped to her knees to grab her stuff off the floor. Luc froze in his tracks – he couldn’t bloody believe it. Just as he thought he had got his raging hard on under enough control to make it through the evening without embarrassing himself, his cock reacted by battering itself against his zip as the star of his recent fantasy was now positioned exactly as he had envisaged.
“Some help here please!” huffed Rachel from the floor. He daren’t look down for fear of exploding on the spot but it seemed his brain was not in full control of his head movements. A deep groan escaped his lips as he took in the open neck of Rachel’s shirt gifting him with the sight of her gorgeous breasts encased in what could only be described as a ‘fuck me’ bra. Combined with the ‘fuck me’ shoes and the ‘come to bed and bury your cock in me’ hair Luc knew he was in for a very long, uncomfortable evening.
Squatting next to her, Luc fumbled around for her escaped belongings and tried to behave like the rational 22 year old he knew he could be rather than a horny 16 year old about to lose his load over a pair of tits.
“That’s everything,” Rachel announced from underneath her hair that he right about now wanted to bury his face in and inhale her sexy scent.
“That’s not everything.” He growled back at her as he grabbed her upper arms hauling her to her feet; threw her up against the wall and pushed his mouth down on hers for a long hard kiss.
Grinding his hard pelvis into her softness created little relief for either of them.
“Stop Luc” Rachel panted gently. “One of the twins will hear.”
Dropping his head into the hollow of her neck Luc took a few seconds to calm down. He stood back and ran his fingers through his hair sighing deeply.
“You look beautiful Rachel” he complimented her then promptly laughed.
Cocking her head at him she frowned, “What’s so bloody funny young man?”
“Well my mum gets all her clothes at M&S – I’m guessing your shoes cost more than her whole freaking wardrobe! So fucking sexy – you’re killing me.” Rachel just shook her head at him but smiled at the compliment that was hidden in there somewhere.
“And that’s just what you can see.” she whispered to him and took off down the stairs leaving Luc adjusting his jeans once again.
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CHAPTER 8
The White Horse pub was heaving when they got there. It was more a trendy gastro type pub than sawdust on the floor kind of place and Rachel had been here plenty of times before, although usually for Sunday lunch. The lighting was fairly dim and the age group completely mixed which thankfully meant she wasn’t the oldest one there. Pulling their mum along with them the twins spied their friends in a far off corner and set off to join them.
Rachel, Jess and Lucy unknowingly caused quite a stir as they walked in arms linked laughing softly together. The girls were beautiful like their mother in a naturally understated way that held far more attraction than if they were dolled up to the nines covered in sequins and heavy make-up. This made them very popular to be around and their group was made up of interesting and intelligent young people who like to have fun together. They greeted each other like they hadn’t seen one another for ages when Luc knew they had pretty much been out every night of the holidays. This pub jaunt was fairly low key for them and he suspected that Jess and Lucy had masterminded it this way in order for Rachel to join them.
“Mum, Mum!” shouted Jess, “come and meet the crowd!”
Grabbing Rachel by the arm she pulled her down to sit in the middle of the group and introduced her to the eclectic group. Two of the boys, George and Leo, both groomed to within an inch of their lives, were clearly together and absolutely hysterical. Rachel had known George since he was a baby as Karen was his mum but it was interesting to see him out socially with a boyfriend. It was no secret he was gay, and his family were supportive of his life style.
“How’s Mum?” Rachel asked George releasing him from a warm hug.
“Good Auntie Rach – she would have come tonight but Dad’s out and she couldn’t get a baby sitter.”
“Oh shame – well, tell her I love her and I’ll call her tomorrow, and George?”
“Hmm?”
“Drop the ‘auntie’ for tonight darling, would you?”
“Ha – sure thing but only if you show us your shoes – oh my God Leo – look at the red soles…”
The boys were cooing and drooling over her Laboutins and she spent a good 10 minutes with her feet in their laps while they fired questions at her. After promising them an afternoon going through her wardrobe they freed her up to meet Lizzie and Colin.
Lizzie looked squeaky clean in her daisy print cotton dress with matching pumps and button up cardigan which made her boyfriend Colin all the more startling in contrast. His ox blood eigtheen hole Docs; skinny black jeans; black vest and hoodie to match all gave off a menacing impression. However, Rachel had the biggest surprise when he spoke to her in possibly the poshest English accent she’d ever heard. Holding out a hand covered in ink for her to shake, Colin told her.
“We are so glad you could join us tonight Mrs Renton – it’s a pleasure to meet you isn’t it Lizzie?” Releasing her hand from his grip Rachel was gifted with a reply from his girlfriend.
“Yeah. It ain’t so ‘ard to see where Jess ‘n Luce get their beautiful looks from now innit Col?”
Grabbing a handful of peanuts to hide her shock at the strength of Lizzie’s cockney accent she was amazed when Colin just beamed at Lizzie; totally smitten he pulled her into his arms for a cuddle. It was like watching a twisted version of Beauty and the Beast.
Deciding it was time to get a drink as the twins launched into the latest gossip with their funny bunch of friends, Rachel looked around for Luc to see if she could get his attention but he was nowhere in sight.
“Just off to the bar” she called to Lucy who nodded. Somehow both girls had already procured themselves a bottle of beer each but she fancied something a bit stronger.
“Vodka and bitter lemon please” she requested hitching herself on to a barstool.
The movement reminded her that she was wearing the magic thong and she needed a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. The barstools were quite high which gave her a great view of the rest of the pub. As she waited for her drink, Rachel scanned the place and jerked in her chair as she spotted Luc in a corner with a vaguely familiar looking girl draped over his lap. She was stunning with the figure of a model; tall and slim with a dark pixie haircut framing high cheek bones and a full, pou
ty mouth.
“No tits though” Rachel muttered snidely to herself, “no wonder he’s so interested in mine.”
The girl was all over him like a rash with her arms hooked round his neck. Rachel could see Luc’s big hands clasping the girl’s waist with his long legs stretched out in front of him and Rachel found her heart beating fiercely in protest.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scolded herself, raging disappointment coursing through her body “of course he’s not going to be exclusive.” Downing her drink in one, Rachel turned back to the bar and shouted at the bartender for a refill. “And make that a double!”
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On his way back from the loo heading towards the twins and Rachel Luc suddenly felt a cool set of hands grasp his arm and squeeze hard.
“What the fuck….? Chloe? No way…” he scowled realising who they belonged to.
“Luc” she pleaded, “can’t we just talk?”
“What are you even doing here Chlo? How did you find me?”
“Jess updated her Facebook status and location. I guessed you’d still be hanging around with that little mutt.”
“Don’t you dare start…” warned Luc, his harsh tone leaving no doubt how he felt about her insulting his friend but he also knew Chloe was not beyond making a scene and it was the last thing he wanted to happen tonight; especially in front of Rachel.
She had caught him off guard while he was busy scanning the place to seek out Rachel and he was bloody cross. Dragging Chloe into a dimly lit corner he plopped her down into a chair and sat opposite her ready to tell her once and for all to get lost, but Chloe was fast and before he knew it she had jumped onto his lap and curled herself around him. As she proceeded to gorge herself on his face he tried to bat her away gently all the while praying Rachel wouldn’t see them and misunderstand the situation.
Chloe Jones was a mistake; a bad one from a while ago. A former friend of Jess’s from school, they had hooked up a couple of times when she had visited Jess at uni. But she was clingy and paranoid beyond reason. She refused to accept his casual approach to their time together and began to stalk him. No amount of reasoning with her could persuade her to leave Luc alone – she was fixated. Then Jess found out Chloe was taking cocaine hence the paranoia and dropped her as a friend when she refused her help to quit, and it all got very messy.
Luc would come home to find Chloe sprawled on his doorstep out of her head on who knew what by that time. If he had been a less caring or responsible person he would have just ignored her in the hopes she would go away but his conscience wouldn’t let him, so he took her back to her parents carefully explaining to them how damaged their daughter was, and they eventually agreed to send her to rehab.
Once sober, Chloe had called to thank him and asked if they could meet. Reluctantly he agreed but realised it was a huge mistake when she declared her love for him. As gently as he could he explained that he didn’t feel the same way and she should find someone to love her the way she deserved. Luc thought she had understood but here she was again.
“Shit, shit, shit!” he spat loudly as his eyes met Rachel’s at the bar just as she raised her glass to him, downed her drink in one slug and turned away to speak to some grubby bloke propping up the bar next to her.
“What the hell!” he roared.
Forgetting all about Chloe he jumped to his feet sending her tumbling off his lap.
“Luc, baby. Don’t leave me.” she pleaded pawing at his legs.
“Get off me Chlo so help me God; I’m done with your shit. Go and find someone else’s dick to play with and leave.me. the. fuck. alone….”
The look of horror on Chloe’s face instantly filled Luc with self-loathing – he was never this cruel, but the thought of Rachel with some creep at the bar had him in a tailspin. What was going on he had no clue – his emotions were all over the place right now and he was a mess. Apparently, the mother of his two best friends had done what no woman half her age had succeeded at – turned him into the jealous, possessive type. Maybe he and Chloe weren’t so different after all.
“Chloe, shit! I’m sorry,” he cried picking her up off the floor and gently dropping her back down in the chair he had just vacated rather abruptly. “Listen, I’m gonna call you a cab back to your Mum and Dad’s.”
Squatting down so he was at eye level with her he repeated slowly and kindly this time that there was no future – he didn’t feel the same way. Luc gave her his handkerchief so she could wipe her tears and something in his expression or tone must have eventually got through to her as she nodded slowly and gave him a wobbly smile. Apologising through her sniffles, she finally let Luc guide her through the crowd and into a cab home.
With a heavy heart Luc was too depressed to join in the karaoke he could hear was in full swing. If it weren’t for Rachel and the thought of some brute with his filthy hands on her gorgeous body he would have called it a night.
“Get a bloody grip mate!” he thought, disgusted with his lack of control every time she popped up in his mind, which at present was every fucking waking minute. Propping his long body up against the wall of the pub, he took a few deep breaths and tried to harness his thoughts and feelings sufficiently to go back inside.
Meanwhile, Rachel had glimpsed Luc leaving with the model hanging off him and determined not to feel like she had been dumped for someone younger, prettier, younger, more agile; younger, perkier, Rachel set about trying to amuse herself elsewhere.
Knocking back the vodkas had given her a nice buzz and the alcohol had boosted her confidence so that she felt sexy and free. The bloke to her right obviously thought so too as he had been chatting up her boobs for the last ten minutes.
“Oi love” she interrupted waggling her fingers at him, “they’re not going to answer you – not a chance!” And laughing loudly, she slid off the stool to go back to the twins and their friends eager to belt out a number or too while she was feeling so merry. Apparently, the Grey Goose coursing through her blood stream had a different idea and she felt herself sway dangerously as her feet hit the floor in her sky highs.
“Whoa there girl” said Titty man as he steadied her a little too familiarly with his hands all over her arse. Her head spun tilting the room slightly and Rachel knew she was in trouble. The drink had affected her ability to coordinate quickly enough to get away from him and he pulled her closer grinding into her as he did so.
“C’mon love, you’ve been gagging for it all night.”
“What? No way….” Rachel shouted back but Titty man leered in for a kiss ignoring her protests. She could feel his hot smelly breath all over her face and wanted him off her now. Throwing her entire weight into an almighty push she reared back and shoved him as hard as she could.
“Wow, I’m stronger than I thought” she gasped as the creepy letch lurched back several feet and landed rather inelegantly smack on his arse on the floor.
“Ha!” she called after him smacking her hands together in triumph, “what a loser!” she continued, wondering vaguely why everyone around her had suddenly stopped talking. Looking up from the floor, still swaying slightly, Rachel was greeted by the breath taking vision of a very angry Luc. Red in the face and shaking with fury; his glorious chest was heaving with the effort of getting his temper under control. Rachel could see a vein pulsing wildly at his throat as he stood and stared at her. Clearly, she wasn’t actually that strong at all, and Titty man had been yanked away by her boy man god and now hero, who had come to save her.
Feeling nervous but incredibly turned on by the display of Luc’s easy power, Rachel started to giggle uncontrollably.
“My hero!” she teased him.
Raising an eyebrow at her; his jaw clenching in disbelief he purposefully moved towards her. He couldn’t believe she had behaved so recklessly. He looked to be in predator mode and Rachel’s breath caught in her throat at the way he was looking at her like she was his next meal.
“Not fucking funny,” he hissed at her grabbing
her small bicep.
Yanking her arm out of his clutches she narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m so fucking wet for you right now.” She hissed stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Wha…” he mouthed in his best goldfish impression as Rachel took the opportunity to dip into the crowd out of his reach. Determined to get back to Jess and Lucy before Luc had a chance to catch her up she looked over her shoulder and laughed at the expression on his face. God he was so beautiful she thought and she did rather enjoy teasing him.
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