Sara described Gavin to me on the phone as good-looking, wealthy, and British. Sara was working for Gavin's law firm in London. She told me as soon as she started working for him they started fucking and then dating and then they fell in love. That's my friend Sara; her modus operandi is always doing everything backwards. I couldn't wait to finally meet the man who'd captured her heart. The way Sara described him I was a little in love myself. Louis and I made plans to go to London a week before Sara's wedding; I'd have enough time to meet Sara's fiancé and get to know Gavin a little before they'd get too involved with the wedding and then leave on their honeymoon to France.
Normal people get a hotel room when they go away, not Louis. My husband purchased a condo for us in London on Tree Lane. He didn't ask for my opinion; he just informed me on our flight to England that we'd be staying in our own apartment. I'd been to London with Louis when we first got married for a weekend business trip. This time we were staying for a whole week. I couldn't wait to see Sara. I hadn't seen her since she left me and made the big move to London to escape from Jeff. As soon as we got settled in our new beautiful apartment I called Sara and she came to find me.
"One thing I need you to keep in mind when you meet Gavin is that he is not the usual kind of guy I've been with in the past. Behavior-wise, that is."
I didn't like where this conversation was headed. What did a statement like that even mean? I didn't like any of the guys Sara has ever been with, especially Jeffery the cheater.
"Sara why are you telling me this? Why don't you just tell me what you really want to tell me?"
"Emily, all I'm saying is that he's not a Take Your Breath Away by Berlin kind of guy. Don't get me wrong, Gavin is attractive and successful but he's not like Louis. He loves me but you'll see he's not all over me and he doesn't look at me as if I have the cure to his disease."
What was I supposed to say to that? My best friend was basically telling me that she was settling for someone who wasn't head over heels in love with her. What the fuck did that mean?
"I thought you were Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler. I don't get it. Wasn't that the whole reason you left New York to move here and start over?"
"Listen, this is as good as it's going to get for me. He's not married, no kids; he's not into BDSM, or some kinky orgies. He's not gay. You'll see he's really hot. We have similar interests, we're both attorneys, my parents like him, and he's British. It's just that your Louis is a 500-Miles by The Proclaimers kind of guy; he will do anything for you. Gavin wouldn't even walk one mile for me or anybody else; he'd just pay someone to do it. If I wait for Prince Charming I may be too old and decrepit by the time he finds me. After Jeff I don't think there are any chivalrous men out there anyway. Emily, I stopped holding my breath. I'm happy and that's enough for right now."
Wow … I needed to meet this guy. I couldn't imagine marrying a guy who wouldn't jump into the fire for me. Maybe thanks to Louis and Mike I'm permanently warped about how I think all husbands should be. We were only twenty-seven years old, Sara and I. Not sure if twenty-seven was the age one started settling, but hey, what did I know? I met my prince at eighteen for crying out loud.
While I was catching up with Sara, Louis was having beers with Gavin. I couldn't wait to hear his character assessment of this man who was starting to sound very lukewarm from his betrothed's description. As soon as Louis came back from the pub slightly buzzed, I pounced. I jumped into his arms like a dog waiting for its owner all day. If I had a tail it would've been wagging.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me! I need to know everything about Gavin."
He walked us over to the couch and sat down with me in his lap facing him. He was trying to put his feelings into words. I could see the wheels turning. He wanted to say something and then he changed his mind, and then he wanted to say something else and then he changed his mind again. Louis was having a conversation in his head that I needed to be a part of—pronto.
"Remember when you and Sara were almost twenty-one and she said she wanted to meet a dick?"
I nodded, of course I remembered, I was pregnant and we were decorating our New Year's tree on the terrace.
Louis continued with a pained looking smirk on his face, "Well, she found him."
Okay, there was no way my best friend was going to marry a dick.
"Louis, why would you say that?"
He pulled my hair off my face and pulled me down for a deep kiss. He then laid me on the couch and got comfortable between my legs. He was trying to distract me. There was something he didn't want me to know about the man who would soon be my best friend-in-law. He knew my weakness. He liked exploiting my weakness any chance he'd get by seducing me into submission.
"Oh … Louis, stop … you need to … first tell me … about Gavin … then … you can do whatever you want with me," I tried to reason and negotiate with Mr. Drunk and Sexy. God, he smelled good and he was playing with my nipples through my robe. I couldn't win with Louis when he played dirty.
"I'll tell you all about Gavin the dick after I get some of my dick inside you. We're in London in our new apartment all alone. And as the trip activity coordinator for this trip, I planned for us to first fuck each other's brains out and then worry about Sara and her dick. Deal, little girl?"
Whatever Mr. Sexy Activity Coordinator wanted was fine with me. I couldn't even remember what I was asking him in the first place. I just needed the most beautiful man in the world to fill me and make me scream his name. He was already rubbing his hard cock onto me. He flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my silk robe up so he could cup my ass. He lowered my panties and kissed my exposed bum before I felt his velvety smooth, hot cock glide between my butt cheeks. I got on all fours to get closer to him. He lowered his body to mine and put all his weight on me. I loved feeling his weight on me. I could feel his big dick hard against my lower back. He moved my hair to one side and whispered into my mouth.
"Will you let me fuck your ass today? We haven't had anal in a while. I have a need to be inside your derrière. Is that okay, baby? I bought lube on the way here. I've been thinking about it for hours. I promise to stretch you out first."
I knew this version of Louis Bruel. If Louis drank even a little bit he got into his kinky fucker mood. Where he wanted to fuck me as if I wasn't the mother of his children but some slut he'd just met. I liked this game, too.
"I want what you want. Make me feel good. I promise I won't tell my husband if you won't tell your wife, Mr. Bruel."
I chanced a glance back towards my kinky husband. He had one eyebrow raised, hair falling into his smoldering dark eyes. I could see the exact moment my words ignited his usually hidden alter ego. The dimple that I loved usually softened Louis' features and made him look sweet. That same dimple at that particular instant looked one thousand percent sinful. I knew sweet was not what I was about to get.
"Fuck yeah … as long as we keep this between us, I'll make you feel better than good. Good is for when your husband makes love to you. I promise, you will not use the word 'good' to describe the way I'm about to fuck you. If I don't make you comes at least three times then I'm not finished yet."
I'd learned Louis didn't make empty promises. If he said I'd have three orgasms you could bet the farm I was about to have a wild ride. He unwrapped himself from me and stripped whatever clothing he still had on. He lifted my hips in the air and helped me out of my panties. He gently, but fiercely, lowered my head on the couch. I was on my knees with my butt sticking out. My face and boobs were pushed into the couch.
"Baby, stretch your hands up and hold on tight. Feel free to scream, nobody can hear you but me."
Oh God, I might start coming if he kept talking that way. I could feel him watching my exposed genitals. I knew without looking that Louis was stroking himself to the image of me in that erotic pose. With his free hand he started touching my glistening pussy. As soon as his fingers made contact with my drenched core he gave a loud h
iss.
"Fuck, you're wet. You want me to fuck your ass, don't you? Oh yeah … I'm going to bury myself in every hole, baby. I want my cum inside you, dripping down your thighs. I'm going to fuck you all night. So keep calm and enjoy the ride. No getting off until morning."
Okay, if he even looked at my clit I'd start exploding. We can count this as orgasm number one; I'm as good as done.
"Louis, you're talking too much. I need your cock inside me. Pick a hole, any hole, just fuck me already. I want to come around your dick not around your words."
He lowered his head between my legs and began licking and parting my folds, inserting two fingers inside my slit. He moved to my puckered rear hole and circled his tongue around his point of interest. I was close. He knew how close I was. All he had to do was press hard on my clit and I'd be convulsing into his hand.
"I could make you come just by touching your clit. Is that what you want? You want to squirt in my hand or do you want to come while I penetrate your beautiful ass, baby?"
Oh God, how could he ask me to make any decision when I didn't even know my own name at the moment? I just made some kind of sound, which my husband totally accepted as a valid answer to his ludicrous question. He didn't need any store bought lubricant; he just rubbed my wetness into my ass. He inserted his cock into my drenched pussy to coat his length in my oozing juices. He then just as quickly removed his dick and started working himself into my rear.
"Relax into me. When I push in you push out. First my fingers, then my cock."
"Ohhhhhh … Ohhhhhh…"
I could feel him spreading my moisture and inserting his fingers into my tight anal canal. I was aroused; melting with every stroke, with every touch. I needed more. I started having that familiar panicked buildup where I knew that if I didn't get some relief quick, I'd start rubbing myself off for instant alleviation.
"Louis, I'm ready. Don't play too long; I need you inside."
"I have a horny little girl on my hands tonight. What happened? Did your husband not make love to you on the plane ride over to London? If I'd been there you wouldn't be begging me to fuck you in the ass right now. You wouldn't be able to walk. I want to be inside that tight hole more than anything in the fucking world. Oh, yeah. You are ready for me. You were made for me."
I had to physically stop myself from coming at his words. I was counting the seconds until he pounded into me. He aligned the head at my rear entrance and spit down into my ass. How did he still have this crazy effect on me? It was painful that first inch until I could feel his whole mushroomed tip fit in and then he slowly pushed in. The sounds coming out of Louis' mouth were intoxicatingly guttural. This kind of carnal satisfaction could only be achieved with rough uninhibited sex. After the initial intrusion, I loved the feel of Louis filling me from behind. It felt different than vaginal intercourse. I started letting go again, giving my head a chance to catch up to my stimulated body.
"Louis, I'm coming. Come with me … Ohhhhhh … Louis … I'm coming."
I was shaking and spasming around his stiff rod. I could feel myself contract around him. He wasn't even moving. He was just buried fully inside me and I could feel his balls against my pussy. He wrapped his lean hard body around my small frame. He was so enormously broad that you couldn't even tell I was under him. It was like being swallowed whole by Louis. I was shaking and he was my human blanket. Once he felt my trembling subside he lifted himself up and started punishing my ass. This wasn't my gentle caring husband; this was a wild savage lover who was pummeling me with no mercy. His fingers were digging into the flesh on my ass with such force that I knew I would be wearing his handprints for days. It felt like he was trying to split me open to accommodate his ample girth. Sweat was dripping off him and onto my back. He was ready to detonate. I knew what would set him off to the land of ecstatic bliss.
"Touch my tits," I cried out breathlessly.
He instantly let go of my ass cheeks and brought his hands under me to cup my swinging boobs. He squeezed them and moaned his satisfaction. I let one hand go of the armrest I was gripping for dear life and started rubbing my clit. There was no way I would let him explode without me. He was using the hold he had on my tits to shove me harder into his pounding cock. My euphoric countdown had already started. I was just waiting for Louis to say go.
"Fuck …. Commmmme … I'm coming baby, I'm there, please come … Em … Ohhhhhh..."
We were both in paradise … Louis was pouring himself into me while Joe Cocker was crooning Up Where We Belong in my head.
That … Was … Perfect.
"I love your ass. I love you … every fucking inch of you. Only you, baby."
Were we still in London?
****
The next day I still didn't get the answers I was hoping for from Louis. He told me he wanted me to make up my own mind about Gavin and that once I'd met him we could compare notes. We met Sara and Gavin for lunch at the Ritz Hotel. I was dreadfully nervous—you'd think I was meeting my future husband. We were waiting in the lobby for a good ten minutes before I saw them come our way. Gavin was tall with jet-black hair molded to his head and perfectly coiffed like plastic. He was more pretty than handsome. He carried himself in a way that showed he knew he was good-looking. He and Sara were walking with a two-foot gap between them, more like business associates than lovers. They weren't even holding hands. I looked up to see Louis studying my reaction. He knew what I was thinking.
"Em, be nice and give him a chance before you annihilate him. I can see the jury has already read the verdict in that pretty little head of yours."
I was totally going to give him a chance before I tried to vanquish this love farce. He walked over to us, shaking hands with Louis before directing his two thousand megawatt smile my way, giving me the up and down glance over.
"E … mma … llly, nice to finally meet you. I think Sara only surrounds herself with gorgeous people. Louis, you did well. It's a good thing I didn't grow up in America or my knob would be on the pull for some of that fit arse."
I think I puked a little in my mouth. He was extremely fake; he kept looking around to see who was watching him. How could she possibly be with a man like this? Yes, he was easy on the eyes, but so what? He hadn't even looked at my beautiful friend who was wilting by his side. Gavin didn't even make an attempt to touch her. Yuk, this guy was not for Sara. I looked over at Sara and she picked up on the deranged look on my face. I had to tell her to run. I didn't need to get to know Gavin. I already knew at that point that I would rather her be with Jeff than this pompous dick. He didn't love her. He only loved himself. He was full of himself. I had to endure a whole lunch with him?
"Sara, could you please show me the ladies room?"
"Emily, I don't work here; go ask someone at the desk where the loo is."
You stupid cow, I need to talk to you about your stupid fiancé, I was trying to tell her telepathically. Louis offered to take me to find a bathroom. I told him it was fine and that I'd find one once we got settled at our table. Once we were seated I looked at Sara, who was trying to avoid my gaze at all costs. She knew this marriage was not happening if I had any say in it.
"Do you know what song I just heard in the car coming here? It was that ‘80s song by Flock of Seagulls, I Ran (so far away) … Sara, do you remember that song?"
She looked at me, obviously not in the mood for my song selection. We were staring each other down when Gavin opened his stupid mouth and said, "I hate ‘80s songs; they give me the creeps. I can't bloody believe some nutters still fancy those songs."
He was officially dead to me. I think I even saw Sara cringe. Louis squeezed my knee under the table to snap me out of the shock. I think he was making sure I stayed seated and didn't launch myself across the table to scratch Gavin's pretty little eyes out. I don't know anything else that was said during that lunch; I checked myself out. I do remember Gavin telling Louis he was invited to his stag night. Over my dead body would my
husband attend this dickhead's bachelor party!
When we parted that day Sara whispered in my ear, "Nothing you could say will make me not marry him. Let it go … it's happening!"
As soon as we left the happy couple Louis said, "Relax, I'm not leaving you to go to some bachelor party with guys I have no desire to ever get to know."
Thank God. I was beyond excited to be in London yesterday and today I just wanted to go back home to my kids and New York City.
"Why is she marrying him? I don't like him; he's not a good guy. I don't think they even said more than two words to each other…"
Louis stopped walking and pulled me in for a much needed hug. He knew I wasn't getting any love from my best friend.
"He may be really great in the sack." I looked up to see an adorable grin on my husband's beautiful face. "Em, we don't know what's going on in that crazy head of hers. Her best friend has been married with children for years. She wants that, too. I agree that what Sara and Gavin have doesn't come close to our relationship. But this is her choice and we need to support her."
"I can't lie to her. He makes my skin crawl."
Louis brushed my hair from my face and leaned down to kiss my lips. "Baby, the good news is … you don't have to marry him. I believe you're already spoken for."
I let go of Gavin and Sara on that horrible London trip. They got married and I attended her wedding in body but my heart and spirit were somewhere else. Everybody except Louis and I seemed to be in love with this pseudo man. I truly wished them a happily ever after, although I knew there was no way in hell they'd get one. When we left London I texted Sara: Right Here Waiting For You by Richard Marx. She'd understand, and when the time came that she needed me I would be there for her.
I wasn't part of her New York wedding. I heard from Louis, who heard from Eddie, that Sara's parents had a small family dinner to celebrate her marriage to the vainest man I had ever met. We still texted each other from time to time but it wasn't us. It was forced and cold and distant. I'd lost my best friend in London and I really wished I had her back. As long as she was pretending to love that idiot we couldn't be friends and she knew it. She could pretend with him but she couldn't lie to me. We knew each other too well. I wanted to call her a million times in the past few years but I just didn't know what to say.
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