Arousing Her

by Tia Siren

  “Well, I want to finish school. I only have one year left, so I won’t be able to bum around on the beach next summer. I’ll also have to start thinking about what career I want to pursue. Twelve months is not long, so I need to start planning,” she said as she stared out across the ocean as the sun started its slow descent behind the horizon.

  “Any idea what sort of career you would look for?” I asked as I stroked her arm.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe something in public relations or human resources. I had thought of a business psychologist. That could be kind of cool,” she said. “You know, a performance coach, but in a business setting.”

  “Well, big companies just love that sort of person on their books, especially if they are good at their job and can extract the best from their people. Where money is involved, they can turn the meek into financial tigers.”

  “So, Charles, what about your future? Where do you see yourself in, say, six months?” Lizzy asked.

  “Well, for me it’s slightly different. Business wise, there is nowhere left for me to go. I have achieved everything many times over already. I think it’s time for me to work on my personal side. You know, some personal development.”

  “You see, you could be my first client. I could be a business psychologist, and I could help develop you. What better way to get a name for myself in the industry? I can see the headlines now: ‘the woman who saved Charles Dillon from himself,’” Lizzy said as she laughed.

  “So, you think you’re that smart?” I replied as I ran my fingers down her arm.

  “I have my moments, as I’m sure you are aware of by now,” she said, looking into my eyes.

  “How do you see us in six months and beyond, Lizzy? I mean, what do you think the future holds for you and me?” I asked.

  “That could be more difficult. I would wish that we are still together and that we haven’t moved on. I know there is an age difference, yet to me that doesn’t matter. The rest of the world seems to be against us in one way or another,” she said with a sorrowful look in her eyes.

  “Explain. And how do you think we could get over it?” I asked with a glint in my eye.

  “Well, just as an example, all of your associates would question you. ‘Why do you have a girl half your age as a girlfriend?’ And your peers in the business world would have a field day, same as the press. God, they would lap it up. You would cause such a media frenzy, it would be untrue.”

  “Ah, I see. So you think that they would frown at me for having a girlfriend who is younger than me?” I asked.

  “Yes, exactly. I have seen it before with actors. They have dated younger women, and all of their lives are dug up and turned upside down. It’s not right,” she said. “It’s like the world, and the media, expect more from a couple in that situation.”

  “So, if we had more than just a causal relationship, they may look at us differently?” I asked.

  “In a way. Yet there are still the people who are against it no matter what—my brother for example. I’m sure, no matter what we did, he would not agree. I think he could live with it, as I know he loves me, yet I know he would not be able to accept it fully,” she said. “Same in the business world. You would always have the ones who question the motives behind it. There would be the remarks, ‘She’s just after his money and all that shit.’”

  “So, at the end of the day, you are saying we shouldn’t be boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked.

  “That is the logical solution, as I know it would solve a lot of problems,” she said.

  “So, what if we went straight past boyfriend and girlfriend and proceeded to the next level?” I asked. I grabbed my shorts and put my hand in my pocket.

  “Charles, I don’t know what you mean. I’m not sure what you are trying to say,” Lizzy said as she looked at me with genuine eyes.

  “I’m just trying to say, what do you think of us in the future?” I asked as I removed my hand from my pocket.

  “I just think…you know. It’s just, what do you think about your future and the world?” Lizzy asked.

  I sat up on the sand and faced Lizzy. “I don’t care what happens in my future, just as long as you are in it,” I said, and I handed her the small box.

  “What’s this? Oh god, is this what I think it is?” she asked.

  Lizzy opened the box and looked inside. “What are these? Earrings?” she asked.

  “No. They are diamond nipple rings. I had them specially made for you,” I said with a grin on my face.

  “Charles, they are beautiful, but the box has a… There is something missing,” she said with a worried look on her face.

  “Missing? What could be missing? Let me look,” I said, and I glanced in the box. “Ah, yes. That space is for this.” I pulled the ring from my pocket.

  “A ring? Is that a ring?” Lizzy asked with a grin on her face as tears filled her pretty eyes. “What does this mean, Charles?”

  “It means that I want us to be together. Let’s make it legitimate. Let us become one,” I said.

  “Yes! I want that so bad,” Lizzy said.

  I slid the ring onto her finger. “Well, you have to consider, I’m not getting any younger, and it’s time for me to settle down, and you’ll never find anyone else. I won’t allow you to!” I added as I leaned toward Lizzy.

  I kissed and embraced Lizzy in the sand. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, we made vows that we would remain together no matter what shit the world threw at us. We could conquer anything when were together.

  “Well, you did choose wisely with the name of the island. Simitu means together as one from this point forward,” I said as I smiled.

  Lizzy stood and spread her arms out wide. “Hell yes! Simitu. Together as one, always!”

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Elizabeth

  We left the hotel and walked down the cobbled streets until we reached Café Artois. We took a table outside even though it was the middle of winter. I looked at the river and saw the final traces of steam as it rose from the water. The church bells rang, and the streets filled with the smells of fresh bread and freshly grounded coffee.

  “Bonjour, madam,” the waitress said. “May I take your order?”

  “Bonjour. Two coffees and croissants,” I said. “Merci beaucoup.”

  “So, what do you think of France?” Charles asked as he tugged on the collar of his jacket.

  “France is awesome, but it’s so damned cold.”

  “You need warming up,” Charles said with a chuckle.

  “I do. I need something strong and hot inside me,” I said with a laugh.

  “Here you go, your coffee and your croissants,” the waitress said.

  “Thank you,” Charles said.

  “I suppose the coffee will have to do for now,” I said to Charles as I giggled. “Did you enjoy the wedding?” I sipped my coffee.

  “Of course. I’m the happiest man on the planet. What could have been better?”

  “I know it was small and not one I had envisaged. I had always thought of carriages and horses and all that bullshit. That was until you appeared, and then I realized I had no real interest in materialistic things,” I said.

  “Same here. It may not have been me, yet I’m sure everyone around me would have expected a much bigger event. I certainly could have afforded it. But why would I want a thousand people to attend when they are not close to either you or me?” Charles said.

  “Yep. I’ve been to weddings like that, and no one really appreciates the day. They just see it as a free bar and dinner.”

  “Well, we just have the future in front of us now, and we have each other,” Charles said as he raised his cup. “Salut.”

  “Salut, and here’s to us,” I replied as we touched cups and drank.

  We had just had a small wedding with around twenty guests. Many had been close associates of Charles. On my side, I had not invited any family except Chip and only a couple of friends from college. It had b
een a glorious day, and I had worn an ivory dress by Vera Wang. It was a limited edition with lace and short sleeves. It was very thoughtfully detailed and yet not over the top and brash. It also had corded lace and fine, delicate organza flowers as part of the detailing. Although it had a small trail, it fit me like a glove and showed off my curves. Damn, I’d looked hot.

  Charles had worn an elegant navy checked suit from the United Kingdom that had been made by a well-known designer. It was a simple yet elegant suit, and it showed how rugged and manly he was. Yet I knew he was a beast underneath it all.

  Charles had decided that the best location was on the island, as everything had started there for two occasions, first our relationship that could have so easily finished at that point and then our engagement. We made it three out of three and held the wedding there. It had been a glorious event, and the house and guest houses had been crammed with staff, guests, flowers, and a few gifts. We could have had a much bigger event, but we wanted to keep it under wraps to avoid too much attention. Enough of that would come later.

  I remembered how we had looked at each other as we’d made our vows. Then the both of us had glanced at the cocktail bar in the ocean where we had our first encounter. We had kissed under the sunset, and we had, at that moment, become one.

  “What are you thinking?” Charles asked as he broke off a piece of his croissant.

  “Ah, nothing. I was just thinking back to the wedding,” I said.

  “You have a lifetime to relive that, you know. No need to waste your honeymoon on it,” he said with a laugh.

  I scrunched my face up at him. “It’s a woman’s prerogative. I can think about it if I like!”

  “Well, you ready for a brisk walk around town?” He pulled out some bills, left them on the table, and stood, pulling his jacket tighter around him.

  “Oui, monsieur,” I said with a giggle.

  “Ah, parlez-vous francais?” Charles asked.

  “Fuck no. I’ve just seen it movies,” I replied, laughing. “My mind is like a sponge when it comes to useless information.”

  “Same here. That is as much as I know. I have been to France a few times on business but have never had the inclination to learn French. Maybe I’ve been ignorant, expecting everyone in the business world to speak English.”

  We left the café, and I linked my arm through Charles’s and pulled him closer to me. The sun had risen, yet we could still see the icy chill on our breath as we strolled around the streets of Paris. We strolled down the river Seine and visited Notre Dame Cathedral. It was truly elegant but very cold with all that stone.

  Then we ventured up the Eiffel Tower and looked out over the skyline of Paris, the city of lovers—and that was how I felt. We looked like any other couple on the outside, yet, underneath, we were two different beasts altogether.

  The wind had blown a gale, and the sky was white with what could later be snow, or at best another frosty night.

  “Shit, it’s cold up here. Is there nowhere warmer? God, my nipples are rock hard,” I said to Charles as he laughed.

  He glanced at the tourist guide, who had the perfect place for us to get some warmth back into our bodies. We quickly traveled to the Louvre Art Museum, and it was indeed enough to free our bodies from the icy chill. We strolled around and looked at some of the classic paintings that you usually just heard about on TV. In real life, they did look magnificent.

  As we strolled around looking at all the paintings from the past and the present, by famous people and future big names, my mind wandered. I had thoughts of where our relationship had come from and where it was now. I thought of Chip, my beloved brother, who did accept my relationship with Charles.

  It was true, we had some dark sides in our relationship, yet these little fantasies allowed us to be honest and truthful with each other and with ourselves. We found ourselves being fully open with each other as we explored our own fantasies and the fantasies of each other.

  I stood and looked at paintings of the most recent artists who had grabbed the art world by storm, and I thought about my future. I had just one year left in school, and after speaking to Charles about being a business psychologist, he said he would help me achieve that. I had already structured my classes to follow this direction, and Charles had said I could have a position at his company, as it was about time some of his financial workers had a kick up the ass. They had problems, and as Charles had pointed out, my dad had been one of them.

  We found a spot to have lunch and embraced the atmosphere of the local market. The fresh produce looked bright and colorful as it filled the market stalls that lined the cobbled streets. The air was full of the scent of flowers, fruit, and fresh fish, and it all wafted over us as we ate our lunch of chicken roulade and a nice bottle of white wine that Charles had chosen.

  “Hang on, Charles. I want to look at these,” I said as I stopped by some antique jewelry.

  “Okay. I’ll be back in a moment. I’m just looking over there. Wait for me here,” he said before he vanished into the crowd.

  I looked at the antiques, and they were so elegant with the fine carvings and the way the metal had been shaped and formed. It was not like the modern stuff you got by any means. This jewelry had all been crafted by age-old men who had spent a lifetime honing their skills.

  I looked around and saw Charles as he made his way through the crowd. He had a glint in his eyes as he approached me, and he held his hands behind his back.

  “What have you been up to?” I asked as I looked at him sternly.

  “Excuse me?” he said with a chuckle.

  “Your back. What are you hiding?” I said as I tried to look behind him.

  “For you. Accept these with all my love,” Charles said as he handed me a large bunch of red roses.

  “Ah, they are lovely, but I suffer from hay fever,” I said.

  “Really? I didn’t know. Oh no.”

  “Gotcha. Only kidding. They are beautiful,” I replied as I kissed him on the cheek.

  “We should try to find our way back to the hotel. We have walked all afternoon,” Charles said as he took my arm.

  “You bet. It will be getting cold again soon.”

  We headed off in the direction of the hotel, avoiding the tourist spots. It had taken us ages to reach this far, so we walked across the country so to speak and went through the back streets. It was like a maze. Streets headed in every direction, and we soon became lost.

  We headed down a back alleyway and came to a call box. Charles opened the door and dragged me inside. It was a cramped that forced us close together. Charles ran his hands down my hips and lifted my skirt.

  “Oh, Charles,” I replied as I placed my bare foot against the glass of the phone booth.

  Charles ran his fingers down my belly and inside the elastic of my panties. His strong fingers brushed over my bald pussy. I leaned my head back and rested my head on his shoulder as he parted my pussy lips. His finger found my clit, and he started to rub me gently.

  Our breath filled the phone booth and soon condensed on the glass. We could not see out, and the world could not see in. I pulled his hand closer to me as he slid his fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel the heat of my pussy in the coldness of the air around us. Charles slid his fingers in deep as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, and my legs weakened at his touch.

  “I said you needed something to warm you up,” Charles whispered into my ear.

  “God, yes. This is just the thing,” I said as his hand moved faster and his fingers entered me deeper.

  Warmth flooded from my pussy as my heart beat faster and faster. The animal inside Charles had risen to the surface, and my pussy had become his prey. He thrust harder and faster as he bit into my neck. He slipped his hand inside my jacket and caressed my breasts. My nipples were already hard from the nipple rings I had worn.

  I pushed my foot hard against the glass and forced my back into the comfort of Charles. He gripped me tightly and squeezed. I felt the strength in h
is arms as he supported my weight. My pussy throbbed as his fingers rammed into me. The phone booth shook as my body finally started to release a flood of sensations. My clit ignited the flame of passion deep within my pussy, and the fire spread to the bottom of my stomach. My legs began to tremble, and a warm feeling shot up the length of my spine. I bowed my head and rested my hands on the glass as my body released itself.

  “Oh, Charles, I’m coming,” I squealed as I grabbed his hand.

  “This is not over, once being never enough,” he growled into my ear.

  We exited the phone booth and headed back to the hotel. I hung onto Charles’s arm, as my body had weakened by my orgasm and his animal instincts. Night had started to fall, and the narrow streets had been lit by the dim glow of the street lights. We could see our own breath, as the temperature outside had started to fall, yet the temperature inside us had hit a boiling point. We were hungry for each other and wanted to get back as quickly as we could.

  We made it back to the hotel and headed up to the room. Charles opened the door, entered, and turned toward me. I pushed him into the room and closed the door with the heel of my foot. I quickly removed my jacket and threw my arms around his neck. Charles pushed me back against the wall and kissed me as I pulled open his jacket and slid it off his shoulders. I felt the warmth of his breath as he ran his tongue over my neck and ripped open my cardigan. His hands cupped my breasts, and my nipple rings pushed against my bra and the fabric of my dress.

  I raised his sweater, and Charles lifted his arms over his head so I could pull it off. I ran my hands over his chest and placed my mouth against his skin. I took his nipple between my teeth and nibbled until he yelped. I pushed him away from me and shoved him against the bed. I quickly slipped out of my dress and stood before him in my black bra and panties.

  I looked at Charles as he loosened his belt and slid his pants down to his ankles. His shorts bulged from the huge cock they had inside. I tugged at the clasp on my bra and let it drop to the floor. I teased my diamond nipple rings as Charles remove his shorts. His cock laid perfectly on his belly, and he grabbed it with his hand and started to stroke himself as he watched me caress my breasts.