You Don't Know Jack Schmidt (Schmidt Load #1)

by Susan Renee

  “Do I seriously have to be blind-folded for this?” I ask the guys when I get in the car. None of them will tell me where we’re going, which can only mean one thing. Wherever it is, it’s not somewhere I’ve ever been, and most likely would never go on my own.

  “Yes, Schmidt Stain! Don’t get your panties in a twist, man, we’ll be there before you know it. Just sit tight.” Devin instructs as he starts the car. His Jeep Liberty is packed full of five college fraternity guys, myself included. Where I am the studious know-it-all of the group who tries to be in bed by midnight and up by seven, Devin is the extreme opposite. He is the frat’s party animal extraordinaire. To be honest, I can’t believe Jacoby even consented to him coming along knowing the kind of guy I am, but I trust Jacoby with my life, so I’m trying to remain calm and take this celebration in stride. A guy only turns twenty-one once.

  Less than fifteen minutes goes by before the car comes to a stop and I hear the doors open. When I slide out of the car, Jacoby grabs my shoulder to lead me where I’m supposed to go. “Dude, where are we?” I whisper to him, hoping he’ll just tell me.

  “Date with Destiny, dude.” Jacoby chuckles beside me. “I told you. Don’t worry…this will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Now watch your step.”

  The ground changes beneath my feet from a gravel parking lot to solid flooring, so I know we’ve stepped inside a building. If that didn’t tell me, the thumping music and overwhelming smell of sweat, beer, and flowery lotion sure does.

  “Shit. That smell could knock a man on his ass. Where the hell are we?” I ask to anyone listening.

  “Just one more minute, Schmidty. Let’s find a seat first.” Devin says. Jacoby starts to move behind me so I know I need to walk forward. He guides me across the room and tells me to sit in the chair he puts my hand on. Once I’m seated he unties my blindfold, allowing me to see the cluster-fuck of glitter, neon lights, shimmery walls and…poles. Poles on a stage.

  “No way.” I say shaking my head and starting to stand up. “You guys have to be kidding me.” Jacoby grabs my shoulders and pushes me back into my chair, laughing with the other guys.

  “Come on, Jack. Live a little! Nothing here is going to hurt you! It’s your twenty-first birthday, man!” Jacoby smiles. “I promised your old man I would help you celebrate, and make sure nothing bad happened to you, so…you’re welcome.” He nods as if I’m supposed to appreciate this gift.

  “The Sweetarts Lounge? Really? You thought this was the best idea?” I ask him.

  Jacoby’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, Jack…you just wait. I told you…date with Destiny. Trust me Bro.” He winks. “I’ll get you a beer.”

  “Just one!” I shout over my shoulder as he heads for the bar. The rest of the guys laugh and pat my back as I shake my head, unable to believe I’m even sitting here right now.

  ***

  No less than six beers later, my twenty-first birthday is maybe the best night of my life so far.

  “Did you see that girl?” I shout across the table to all the guys seated with me. Each of us, Jacoby not included since he promised to be the designated driver, has had plenty to drink and are immensely enjoying the show.

  “Those were some Schmidty-titties, eh Jack?” Devin howls.

  “Phew. I could bury my face in those and not come up for hours!” I exclaim to a table of laughter.

  “Gentlemen,” A man standing on the stage in black pants and a purple polo shirt announces. “Do we have a surprise for you!” The crowd in the room starts to holler and cheer. Obviously, there are regulars here who know what’s coming, but me? Not a clue. I cheer anyway, because fuck it. It’s my birthday. “Our last dance of the night is a verrrrrry special one.” The man says to another eruption of cheers.

  “Someone here is about to get the treat of a lifetime, the answer to his prayers, his date with Destiny!”

  Date with Destiny.

  I’ve heard those words before. Several times. From Jacoby’s mouth. I don’t even have time to turn my head in his direction before I hear my name being called.

  “Jack Schmidt! Where are you, birthday boy?” The announcer calls out. All the guys at my table immediately start shouting and cheering and pointing to me, tugging at my arm so that I stand up.

  “Get up here, Jack. We have a special birthday surprise for you!” When I stand up, I look around for the easiest path to the stage. The tables are close together and people seem to be everywhere…and I might be a little inebriated. Regardless of a few small stumbles, I weave my way through just a few tables to where the announcer is standing.

  “Happy Birthay, Jack!” The man exclaims to a cheering crowd.

  “Thank you,” I reply, slightly embarrassed, but still smiling.

  “Are you ready for your date with Destiny?” The man asks. The crowd cheers even louder and before I can reply, the crowd is chanting “DES-TIN-Y…DES-TIN-Y…DES-TIN-Y…” The lights go out suddenly except for one spot light above me on the stage. I have no idea what’s going on, but the cheering erupts into a thunderous uproar when the announcer says, “Dancing to “Nasty Naughty Boy” by Christina Aguilera, give it up for DESTINY DRAKE!!!”

  Music starts to play as a chair is pushed into the back of my legs. When I sit down, the spot light moves behind me, highlighting a sparkling, bikini-clad, breathtaking woman who has eyes only for me. My body temperature rises as she steps in her dangerously high heels around to the front of the stage, eyeing me with every step she takes. With a devilish smile, she moves to the music, her body expertly wrapping around the silver pole in front of me.

  Holy hell.

  Transfixed by the idea of her flexibility, my body unconsciously tries to react. I catch myself squirming in my chair practically drooling over her every move, but she has no part of it. Hanging on to the pole with just her legs, she arches back enough to reach out and push on my chest playfully with her hand. I fall back into my seat, allowing my jaw to practically hit the floor as I admire all that is Destiny Drake. Her long, lean legs, her sexy-as-hell curves that are only partly covered by an extremely thin piece of material; even wildly inebriated I can’t miss how hot she is.

  I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now.

  As the music continues above the constant cheers from all the men in the crowd, her eyes continue to penetrate mine, tempting me with every slide of her arm up her body. I don’t even have to look down to know that I’m as hard as a damn rock right now.

  Destiny wraps herself around the pole a few more times before turning herself upside down and opening her legs so that she is spread-eagle against the pole. As if that strength isn’t impressive enough, and hot as fucking hell, she stretches her body as she comes off the pole so that her legs move from her spread-eagle position to straddling my lap.

  Oh, my God, this is happening.

  Sitting astride me, she tilts her pelvis toward me, connecting our bodies together and sliding her voluptuous inviting breasts up my torso until my face is practically buried in her chest. It takes all the control I have to not lick the skin that is right in front of me, but I fear if I do, the firework in my pants may explode. I catch Destiny’s eye just as she winks at me before bending her body completely over in a back bend over my lap.

  Breathe Schmidt. Breathe.

  Oh, God what is she doing?

  My eyes grow huge as Destiny places her hands on the ground in front of her and raises her legs above my head. She wraps them around my neck, clenching my head between her warm soft thighs. Before I can move, she kicks her legs over me and lowers herself into a full split on the ground in front of me. The crowd goes wild as she finishes her routine and then takes my hand, encouraging me to get up and follow her off stage.

  “Where are we going?” I try to ask quietly as we both exit the stage, but in state of inebriation I’m in, I’m sure I’m anything but quiet. She pulls me, stumbling, back stage and into a room filled with bright colorful costumes, wigs, shoes, and props. “Is this your dressing
room?”

  “Your friends paid for the VIP treatment, birthday boy.” She smiles as she closes the door behind her and locks the deadbolt. “So, what’ll it be?”

  “Umm…I don’t…what will what be?” I think this is one of those times where I wish I wouldn’t have had so much to drink. My body wants to respond to the pretty girl in sparkles, but my mind is fuzzy as hell. I don’t even know what to say to her.

  “Take off my top.” She whispers, pressing herself into me. “Just rip it. I have hundreds.”

  “Wait…what?”

  “Alright, if you insist. I’ll take it off myself,” she says as she unclips her bikini top, letting the silver sparkled garment fall to the floor.

  Holy Balls!

  She took off her top.

  “Uhhh.” I can’t help but wonder if my drunk ass is being punked right now. Quickly, I survey the room for evidence of my being watched. I don’t know what the hell I would be looking for, but I look everywhere except at Destiny’s beautifully bulbous breasts.

  “Don’t worry, Darlin,” she whispers. “There ain’t nobody here but me and you. Now don’t you want to touch them? They’re real as real can be, you know.”

  Clearing my throat, somewhere I find the sense to say, “I probably shouldn’t…” but my words aren’t taken very seriously. Destiny guides me to the black couch along the wall and pushes me gently until I’m seated. Surprisingly the couch is comfortable and for a second I think about closing my eyes…except who the hell would close their eyes when breasts like this are staring at you? Destiny straddles my lap and helps to lift my shirt over my head. I have absolutely zero idea where this is going. I feel like I’m one of those people with the angel personality hanging out on one shoulder saying, “No, don’t do it,” and the devil personality hanging on the other shoulder saying, “It’s your birthday, man! What harm can it do? She wants you. She’s asking for you!”

  When you’re drunk…the devil almost always wins.

  “But it’s your birthday,” Destiny frowns, kissing the side of my neck. “A guy only turns twenty-one once…and your friends were so…thoughtful.”

  “Yeah…” My breathing is heavy, because holy shit there’s a beautiful woman sitting on my lap not wearing a damn shirt. “So thoughtful.”

  “Touch me,” she whispers in my ear, as she helps lift my hands to her chest. At this point I decide to flick that little angel dude off my shoulder and have a little birthday fun. After all, it’s not like I’ll ever do anything like this again anyway. My hands squeeze her supple skin, making her moan with pleasure and writhe on my lap. In this moment, and regardless of all my past experiences so far, I’ve never wanted to not be wearing pants so badly in my life. Jeans can be hella-constricting. Hearing her moan and feeling her body rocking against mine is causing a sensation I haven’t felt in a long time.

  Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe I just don’t give a damn, but a rush of bravery comes over me and I lean down to put her nipple in my mouth, sucking, toying, nipping.

  “Ahhh.” Destiny cries. “Yesss.”

  I don’t know what encourages me to do it, but I open my eyes and look up at her, with her nipple in my mouth. She is breathtaking when she throws her head back in ecstasy, and sexy as hell when she watches me suck her. She grabs my face and kisses me hungrily, as if I’m the only meal she’ll eat for days. “I can feel you through your pants,” she says in between kisses.

  “You…make me feel so...” is all I can say, all I want to say to her. I would be the happiest man on this earth right now if I could just keep her tits in my hands and her mouth on mine for the rest of the night.

  “Touch me, Jack. Touch me while I kiss you.” She pants as she begins to thrust against me, increasing the friction between our bodies. With each rock, back and forth against me, her tongue sweeps against mine. She tastes like sweet strawberries. In the build-up of euphoria my body begins to respond to hers and I groan in the pleasure of her tongue colliding with mine, her body touching mine.

  “Destiny,” I whisper when she throws her head back again, her body still thrusting against mine. I want this girl. I want this girl badly.

  “Yes, Jack! Yes! Oh, my God, keep going. Squeeze me, Jack. Harder! HARDER!” She gasps. I grab her breasts and pinch her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, meeting her dry hump for dry hump knowing at some point, I won’t be able to last much longer and I’ll have a mess in my pants. At this point though, I’m willing to take all I can get.

  “YESSSSSS!” She screams as she comes apart, throwing her arms around me, nuzzling my neck.

  “Destiny.” I hiss, trying to control the urge to come while she’s sitting on me.

  “I know. I owe you.” She breathes and then shimmies down off my lap until she’s kneeling on the floor in front of me.

  Oh God.

  Is she…?

  Looking up at me with her sexy tired eyes she reaches up to find the zipper of my pants. Reminding myself to breathe I lower myself on the couch a bit to give her easier access. She lowers my pants just enough to have full access to the part of me she was looking for. The part of me that wants to celebrate so badly he would do just about anything.

  “Yesssss.” I hiss when she wraps her hand around me, squeezing me tightly. Tonight, at the sad age of twenty-one, a girl is physically touching my penis for the first time. I want to lay my head back and enjoy every second of this penile bliss, but I can feel my body wanting to come undone and fuck if I don’t want to see, with my own eyes, what this beautiful, sexy girl is going to do to me.

  I watch as she reaches for a bottle of lotion. She squirts some into her hand and looks up at me again. “You are about to taste like hot buttered rum,” she says. “My favorite.” She licks her lips and runs her hand up and down my length, spreading what must be a flavored lube all around me. I gasp as a cool sensation spreads at her touch, and hold my breath for what she might do next.

  She’s going to do it.

  Breathe.

  Shit.

  Breathe Jack. You got this.

  Oh, my God, she’s really going to do it.

  My very first blow job.

  My body temperature reaches fever level as I watch her mouth get closer and closer to my penis. The anticipation is madness, but it doesn’t last long. Her mouth slowly covers me, inch by inch, until she has almost all of me inside of her mouth.

  “Oooohhhhh.” Is this what it feels like to be in a woman? The feeling. The rush. The pleasure. “Destiny…” I growl, trying to keep myself under control. My breathing picks up and I can feel the sweat forming across my forehead.

  She begins to hum as she pulls up, slowly causing my entire body to tremble. “Des…tiny….” She takes one more look at me and flicks the end of me with her tongue, shocking me with a jolt of pleasure that throws me over the line of control. Like she just lit the tiniest fuse, I unwittingly explode…all over her face.

  Nothing sobers a guy up faster than accidentally coming all over a pretty girl’s face. Silence falls between us as the shock of what just happened registers in my brain. Destiny sits with her eyes closed, my cum all over her face. Needless to say, it’s been a while since I cleaned out the pipes. Had I known tonight was going to happen like this, I would’ve thought about taking care of things beforehand, but whoever expects something like this to happen?

  “I...I am…oh, my God, I am so sorry.” I stare at Destiny in horror as she sits at my feet with her eyes closed, feeling around for something to clean up with. “Here…here, take this.” I grab my shirt that she lifted off earlier and place it in her hand. “It’s my shirt. It’s okay.” She wipes her face several times to remove the mess and in the process, pulls off a great deal of her stage makeup. I know better than to tell her that she looks a little bit like a sick and dying raccoon with her mascara all over the place so I just sit quietly listening to my heart beat loudly in my chest.

  She only opens her eyes a tiny but before standing and saying “It’s okay. I�
�m fine. Just excuse me for one minute.” She tries to smile but I can see she’s a little disgusted. I watch as she grabs a pink robe from the wall before heading into the bathroom and closing the door. I don’t waste any time. I can’t do this anymore. Birthday celebrations are over. It’s time to go. I stand up and zip my pants and then grab my shirt that…

  “Shit.” I hold up my shirt to put back on and see that it now has wet spots all over it as well as half of Destiny’s sparkly makeup. “The guys will never let me live this down.” I mumble as I quickly slide my shirt back on, pretending that my now sparkly penis juice isn’t all over me, and open the door to leave.

  “THERE HE IS!”

  “JACK! You’re back!”

  “Hey! Did you have fun?”

  “What’s up with your shirt, man?”

  The guys are all still seated at the table where I left them waiting for me. “Let’s go.” I tell them as I keep walking straight for the door, horrified that Destiny will come running to scream at me for walking out on her.

  “Whoa, Jack. You alright?” Jacoby comes running after me as I exit the Sweetarts Lounge and head for the car. “Dude…you look like you just ran over a dog and…” He sniffs toward me. “You kind of smell like sex. What the hell happened in there?” Soon enough the rest of the guys tumble out as well.

  “Nothing. I’m fine,” I answer quietly. I’m an asshole. She was pretty and now I’m an asshole who can’t control himself around a pretty girl with a warm tongue.

  “Did you get laid, dude? Did she do you up right?” Devin shouts, slapping me on the back when he approaches.

  “We’re not talking about it. Everything’s fine. Let’s go.” We all climb into the car, our bodies huddled tightly together in close quarters, smelling like sweat and beer and cum, and and…

  Regret.

  Chapter Eight

  Linda

  “Do you think you want the professional look, like suit and pumps, or are you looking for more of a trendy, artsy look?” Jenna and I decided to schedule ourselves a day off from work together so that we could spend the day shopping for outfits to wear to her big fashion show coming up next weekend. She’s been furiously working to get all of pieces finished and fitted on her models, stressed to the max, so this day is a well-deserved day of pampering for her. I’m just the best friend side-kick who puts up with her stressed out panic attacks so I deserve the pampering too. Besides, I’ll be damned if I would ever let her go by herself.