The Sunday Arrangement

by Lucy Smith

  “My father doesn’t care for low-cost food, but he never kept me from it. Not that I saw him much growing up.”

  Pierce didn’t respond. I was glad because that wasn’t a conversation I really wanted to have now. I didn’t want to spoil the afternoon, and I didn’t want to give anything away.

  I ordered a shredded beef taco with green chili salsa and a chile relleno. He got something called the supreme burrito and swore it was the best meal on the menu. It was odd seeing him in a place like this and even odder when I watched him eat food off a paper plate that was made by a man wearing a hair net. It made me see that he was more normal than I might have guessed. Despite the good time we were having, I couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to spend time with me outside of scouting and sexual Sundays.

  My taco was excellent, soul serving even. Most high-end restaurants could never achieve what this hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant could with some beans and cheese. Pierce didn’t talk much through lunch; we simply enjoyed the food and the calm atmosphere of the quaint little restaurant.

  He drove me back to my apartment after lunch and told me that he’d be back in the morning bright and early. “Pack a beach bag,” he said before driving away, which confused me. There aren’t any beaches in Las Vegas.

  ~*~*~*~

  The next morning, he arrived early as promised. I packed a beach bag, and I was wearing a brown bikini with a black beach sarong that tied around my neck. Wearing a regular white cotton T-shirt and black swim shorts with blue lines going down the side, he was more casual than I’d ever seen him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Where are we going?” I asked as I lead him to my elevator.

  “For a long drive and then a surprise.”

  “Surprise?”

  “Yes. I think you have an idea where. It’ll be a fun day.”

  He was right; it was a long drive to where he took me. On the way there, we listened to music with the top down. After a few hours, we arrived at our destination, Santa Monica Beach in California. I hadn’t thought he would make such a long drive for a beach. It was Wednesday and not a holiday week, so the beach had maybe only a dozen people on it. It was quiet and not at all overwhelming as beaches could be.

  “Do you like it, my surprise?” he asked.

  “Yes, I haven’t been to the beach since my mother took my brother and me when I was fifteen. That was the last vacation she dragged us on before Toby left for college, and then they just stopped all together.” I wasn’t sure why I told him all that or why I was being so open with him.

  “I haven’t been to the beach in a long time either. I figured it’d be fun, and we could get some sun since we’re normally stuck in the office all day.”

  We found a spot to set up our things. I placed a huge towel on the sand and sat on top of it. He followed suit with his own towel, placing it next to mine so that the edges overlapped. I untied my sarong and got out some sunscreen. He watched me as I put it on, and I asked him for help with my back.

  “Do you need some sunscreen on your back?” I asked. I figured it would be good to offer since he’d helped me out. He agreed and lay down on his stomach. Suddenly, I was struck by how similar this was to all the fantasies I’d had about us being in Greece on the beach. Of course, I knew nothing like that was going to happen. We had agreed to no sex until Sunday, after all. I moved slowly as I gently rubbed the lotion on his back. I started at his shoulders and used pressure to give him a small massage. He seemed to enjoy the massage; he made small noises of appreciation. I then lay down on my own towel and soaked in the rays. It had been a long time since I could relax like this without having to worry about work or anything else. It was beyond relaxing. It made me wonder what he had planned for the rest of the week; there were three days left. He told me he had everything planned and to leave it to him. I was looking forward to the mini-vacation we had in front of us.

  After a few hours of sunbathing, he took me to an early dinner at a small seafood restaurant. It was odd that it felt so normal.

  ~*~*~*~

  The next day, Pierce picked me up around noon. The night before, he had told me to dress casual, so I wore a pair of dark denim jeans and a loose-fitting, champagne-colored blouse with a pair of black wedges. He seemed happy that I listened to him. We got in his car and drove for a while. Finally he pulled up in front of an old-style theater. He told me to go into the theater so that he could get our tickets. I had no idea what we were going to see, but thought it would be fun to snuggle up to Pierce in the theatre. It felt like we were actually on a date. He met me inside, and we got popcorn and drinks.

  “What are we seeing?” I asked. We entered the small room with its red, plush chairs. It was completely empty.

  He chose a seat near the center. “A double feature. I rented out the theater. I hope you like the movies.”

  He still didn’t tell me what movies we were going to see until they appeared on the screen. I had no idea how he knew my favorite movies, but we watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s and While You Were Sleeping. He didn’t even complain about the romantic comedies. As much as I enjoyed our faux date, it made me wonder what he was up to. He had obviously taken the time to find out what my favorite movies were. Was he being romantic on purpose or was he trying to win me over to help with his plans with Toby?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Pierce called me on Sunday afternoon. We had taken a couple of days off, hanging out separately after our movie “date.” Without work, I’d been extremely bored, so I was thankful for his call. He told me to come over to his place.

  “April is here. I was thinking we could all have some drinks.” He sounded as if he’d already had a few himself. “Come over.”

  It was odd hearing his slurred words as he claimed that he didn’t like to drink. I agreed to meet them even though my insides twisted. I knew it was irrational; I was just uneasy about being around an intoxicated Pierce. I didn’t know how he would act or how, if at all, his personality would change.

  ~*~*~*~

  I stood in front of his door, knocking. It took a moment, but soon it opened and Pierce smiled at me.

  “You came!” he said with a slight slur. He reached out and pulled me inside. “Come in!”

  I stumbled inside. “How much have you had to drink?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “A Bloody Mary and a few vodka shots.”

  “I thought you don’t drink? At least that’s what you told me a few weeks ago.”

  “I felt like it today. I’m legal. Is it a crime?”

  “No, it’s just weird that’s all.” I stared at him. I could tell something was bothering him, bothering him enough he wanted to escape it by drinking. “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “Never better. April is in the living room. She has a drink for you.”

  I gave him one last look before going into the living room. He followed closely behind me. I half expected him to wrap his arms around my waist.

  April also greeted me with a smile, but I could see the anger she had toward me well up in her eyes—which were glassy and complemented her flushed cheeks. As she handed me a Bloody Mary, I wondered how long they’d been drinking before they called me. I took a sip and almost spit it back out. It was nearly all vodka with a hint of tomato juice for coloring and even less seasoning. I was not a fan of straight vodka, so I put my drink down; one of us should be sober. I then realized why he called me here. It was his Sunday. I could only assume he wanted to do something with April and me. Together.

  Pierce stood next to me. His cheeks were red, and he swayed on his feet like he was dancing to an imaginary tune. “Lauren, I need to ask you a question in the bedroom,” he suddenly announced. “We’ll be right back, April.”

  I glanced at the beautiful blonde to see her fold her arms across her flat chest. She sank into the leather arm chair, clearly displeased with Pierce’s interest in me. He grabbed my hand and led me toward the back room. Was he in the mood for a quic
kie?

  He closed the door and spun around to look at me. “I told April that I want to have a threesome with the two of you. She has agreed to an evening together. Do you?”

  I recalled April’s intense gaze, her eyes forever locked on Pierce. She was ogling him like a love-struck idiot, and I almost felt sorry for her. She’d do anything for him. Little did she know, so would I.

  I took a deep breath. This was what I expected. However, now that the question was staring me in the face, I wasn’t so sure. “April doesn’t exactly like me,” I said, choosing to leave out the part where I didn’t particularly care for her either.

  He swirled the red liquid in his glass like he was at a wine tasting. “She’s agreed though, hasn’t she?”

  Sleeping with Pierce was one thing. Sleeping with his other fuck buddy was something else. After coming off my first female encounter with Kat and the hurt I had caused her, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about jumping into the arms of another woman.

  Suddenly he grabbed my arm and gently squeezed me. “Who cares about her? Just think about me, okay? It’s just me and you, Lauren. April’s just along for the ride . . . our ride.”

  I wanted to combat this argument. Then why have her here at all? I wanted to ask. We’ve been doing just fine on our own. Something silenced my tongue. I didn’t want to put Pierce in a foul mood, not when we were so close to being together. The desire for him was stronger than my annoyance with his assistant. If he wanted April tangled between the sheets with us, so be it. But I was going to do my absolute best to make him forget she was even in the room.

  I threw my hands in the air. “Why not?” I agreed.

  He kissed me sweetly, happy with my answer.

  “Where do you want this to happen?” I asked, pulling away from his wonderful touch.

  He thought for a moment and then smiled. “Right here. Let’s do it in my room.” He set his Bloody Mary on the dresser behind him. “C’mon, let’s go tell her the good news.”

  We walked back into the living room to find April with a fresh Bloody Mary in her hand; he stumbled clumsily toward the counter. I followed close behind and tried to ignore the jealous feeling rolling in my stomach as I watched him put a limp arm around April’s waist. I wondered if drunk Pierce would even be able to handle the two of us.

  We entered his room, and April threw herself onto the bed. Pierce quickly followed her lead. They needed no prompting to begin the activities. I allowed them to lead the way, and they started out by kissing and groping. I could tell Pierce kissed her differently than he kissed me. He used more tongue, and his hands were all over her. This could have also been because he was drunk, but I chose to view it differently.

  Then Pierce began undressing. He broke away from their kiss in order to pull his shirt over his head. He glanced my way and beckoned me over to them. I could see the irritation in April’s eyes. She didn’t like the fact that I had taken his attention away from her. Pride swelled in me knowing that he was still very much aware of my presence. I didn’t want him to forget it for the rest of the evening.

  I sat on the other side of him, and we began kissing. One of my hands felt his bare chest, and the other cupped his cheek. He was a little overzealous at first and kissed me as if he was trying to consume my face. Somehow I was able to bring him back down to the way we normally made out. He was tender, but hurried. His tongue was warm in my mouth. Too soon, he pulled away from me and started kissing April again. She’d already removed her shirt and bra in a vain attempt to direct some of the attention back to her. Her small, perky breasts pointed to the sky. I followed her by removing my shoes and the gray cotton V-neck dress I was wearing, but I left my bra on. I liked it when he undressed me a little.

  I turned him around to face me and kissed him again. I smirked when April huffed indignantly like a moody teenager. He kissed me the way I liked it this time, soft but intentional. The taste of vodka was strong on his lips, but I didn’t mind. I could feel his desire for me behind his alcoholic haze. It had been too long since I’d last been with him, and every day I needed to feel his touch more.

  He removed the long black clip holding my hair up, and pulled it away as my hair tumbled down over my shoulders. “I like your hair like that. You should let it down more often,” he said simply. He moved to plant warm, wet kisses down my neck, and I found myself forgetting that April was even there. If this were a competition for Pierce’s affections, I seemed to be winning.

  He then pulled away from me and turned his head to look at April. “Come over here if you’re gonna pout. It’s easier than going back and forth between you two.”

  April was clearly not happy that she had to be the one to move to receive his affections. He turned to kiss her, but this time he pulled me with him. I could tell he wanted me to join their kiss. I leaned forward, and my lips met theirs. Deviously, he pulled away, and I was left kissing April. Maybe she was as drunk as Pierce because her tongue entirely took over my mouth. It was messy, and I found myself recoiling at her touch. Strangely though, Pierce’s pleasure seemed to trump my own in that moment. Though kissing April could never be compared to being with Pierce or even Kat, I wanted my fantasy fuck to enjoy the show we were putting on for him. The more I made him long for me as I embraced April, the more he would want me later that evening. We kissed for a moment before she seemed to realize she was no longer kissing Pierce and immediately pulled away from me.

  While he had a free moment, Pierce took off his pants and briefs. He stood at the side of the bed, his dick long and erect, a keen grin plastered on his face. April strategically stood from the king-sized bed to remove her thong. She let the pink wad of lace fall slowly down her long legs. Even I had to admit she was incredibly hot. I was still in my bra and panties—Pierce had yet to remove them himself—and suddenly I felt self-conscious next to her thin frame and small breasts. There was no end to my curves, an hourglass figure if there ever was one. We looked nothing alike, and I wondered how Pierce was so aroused by two so completely different women. Maybe it wasn’t our differences, I thought, that turned him on. Maybe it was that we both so obviously wanted to please him.

  I gave April a look that I hoped she could decipher in her drunken haze. She did. When Pierce sat on the bed again, we pushed him down on his back and she moved to the other side of him. April took his cock into her hand and pumped the shaft. I lay down next to him and kissed his chest and neck before moving to his lips again. He groaned into the kiss. I turned my head slightly so that I could see what she was doing to him. She’s taken the head of his cock into her mouth; drool was running down his penis. I frowned because I didn’t know if he liked that or not. I never asked him. I’m not one to get spit all over the place or make myself gag on a guy on purpose. April was massively different from me in that sense. I kissed my way down his body and met her at his cock. She looked like she didn’t want to share, but I didn’t care. We were like two vultures, scavenging after the last morsel of food.

  I forced my way to Pierce’s cock, the only thing I found remotely erotic about the whole night. I grimaced a little as my hand touched her saliva, but it couldn’t be helped. I kissed him over the head and down the shaft, and I used my hand to squeeze and release the base. He groaned again, and I enjoyed watching him. There was an undeniable power there. He had his head raised to look at me. April tried to push me away, but I allowed her to have only the other side of his cock. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft like she was licking a very hard Popsicle. I copied her, wanting to give him double the sensation. He was really moaning now. His arousal spurred me onward.

  I took one of April’s hands and placed it on his scrotum. She carefully fondled it. I took the head into my mouth and used my tongue to flick the tip and circle around it. April moved her tongue around the base while her hand still fondled his scrotum. Her breasts dangled over his thighs.

  We continued to work him until he was soon coming into my mouth. I took it in, the taste familiar. April then pushed
herself in so that she could take some of his cum too. I allowed her to as I crawled up the bed to where he was breathing heavily. He was catching his breath, and I kissed his neck briefly.

  “Did you like that?” I asked.

  “More than you know,” he said before he captured my lips in a kiss.

  We all took a break as he regained himself. April took her turn kissing him, and I got up to get a condom from his bathroom.

  I returned to him and opened the package. April looked up at me. “A condom? Do we really have to use that?” she asked.

  “I would prefer it,” Pierce said. “I’d rather not have any kids right now, and I don’t trust just the protection of the pill.”

  “Oh, okay,” April said with a whine in her voice.

  I rolled my eyes. I agreed with Pierce; I didn’t want kids yet either. I moved over to them and slipped the condom on him. I removed my panties and bra and straddled his hips to position myself on him. I sank down onto him and used my inner muscles to clench around him. We both moaned as the pleasure consumed us.

  April moved to sit on his face. I scowled. I swore she did that so that I couldn’t look at his face. He went to work on her, and she smirked at me. I made a point to ride him harder. He groaned into her pussy and before long she came. She moved off him, and I was forced to move off him for her turn. He hadn’t come yet. She moved on top of him now. I wanted him to think of only me as she rode him, so I used my tongue to lick at his ear lobe and pull it between my lips. He shuddered and turned his head to kiss me, and I made sure he focused only on my lips. Finally, I broke the kiss and whispered in his ear.

  “Come and come thinking of me, Pierce.” I licked his earlobe again and blew on it softly.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and groaned as he came. April stalled on him for a second and then got off. She removed the condom and threw it in the wastebasket. I placed my head on his chest. April did the same, but he didn’t wrap his arm around her. Only me. Soon we all fell asleep.