Carter's house was twenty minutes away, and it gave her too much time to think and too little time to come to a decision that felt right. Intense pangs of anxiety alternated with bursts of longing.
What are you doing? You're still married. Is this who you are?
Had she become a one-night-stand kinda girl, as Carter had so eloquently identified this evening?
I should just turn around and go home.
Yet, even with her internal confusion, she stayed the course. Her gut tightened, and the butterflies rioted. Celia found herself racked with guilt. She was still married! This was not what she was supposed to be doing.
"I should turn around," she said to herself.
...And okay, you're still following him!
Carter pulled into a nestled, well-manicured community and stopped at the gate. A guard stepped out from the security shack. From her vantage point behind Carter's BMW, she saw him lean out and talk to the guard. He waved as the guard raised the gate. Celia pulled forward, and the guard motioned her through. She returned a reluctant wave as she passed, hoping she had successfully shielded her face with her hand.
Dread, anticipation, and guilt fought a fierce battle inside her.
What's the opposite of a walk of shame?
She'd never had one but knew the concept. And here she was, shamefully following a man she'd just met with every intention of having sex.
A bolt of fear coursed through her. Her lack of experience became a major concern, fueling a pang of inadequacy.
Okay, I'm scared, guilt-ridden, apprehensive, and uncertain.
"...And I'm still not turning around!"
Two left turns later, Carter eased into a driveway. The garage door opened.
Celia slowed and grabbed the steering wheel, about to pull it hard to the right and turn around.
Last chance...
Instead, she rolled in behind him, stopping just outside the garage. Dropping her head onto the steering wheel, she bit her lower lip. Then... she got out. Seeing her truck in the driveway of this pristine setting made her wince, embarrassed by the vehicle.
This truck looks like a reject from Storage Wars.
Standing next to his BMW, Carter held out his hand to her. The thought of her truck dissipated.
This is the most attractive man I have ever seen. Kind, gentle, and sexy as
hell.
Ignoring her head, she followed her gut and walked to him. He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it.
The juxtaposition of her emotions was making her head ache. Guilt made her want to turn around. Desire made her want to jump his bones.
Inside the giant garage, there were three other cars: a very early-model Stingray, an aged yellow Camaro, and what looked like the DeLorean from Back to the Future.
Carter pressed the button to close the garage door. As the door dropped, she felt the world close in around her. A light-headedness slipped over her as though she were intoxicated.
They entered the house. The interior surprised Celia. Stylish and elegant, the design centered around an earth-toned color scheme.
Carter tossed his keys into a bowl on the counter. "Can I get you anything?"
he asked with total consideration.
Okay, here you are. What ya gonna do?
Submitting to impulse, she tossed her purse onto the sofa. Without words, she committed to what she had wanted all along.
Like I really have a choice.
Driven by desire, she crossed to Carter, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
Carter kissed back. After a moment, he said, "So much for pleasantries. The bedroom is upstairs."
The voice in her head taunted her to turn around.
You're still married!
She shut it down.
His soft hand grasped hers as she followed him up the stairs. At the end of a long hallway lay the bedroom.
As they entered, Carter turned, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her around. With stylized ease, she landed on the bed. He crawled in, loomed over her, and kissed her. As he lowered himself on top of her, she drew him into her arms.
His lips were scrumptious. Even though, technically, they had kissed before, Celia replayed every first kiss she had ever had. They all paled in comparison. Conflicted yet aroused, terrified yet comforted, she was inundated with a plethora of emotions.
Still... she relished the weight of his body on hers. While enthralled by his touch, she found its intensity frightening. Her breathing came in quick, hard bursts, gasping, as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room. The room spun around her. Unable to continue, she squirmed out from under him and struggled to sit up. Her clothes had become twisted and restricting, and she couldn't seem to orient herself in space or time.
"Carter, it's been a long day. Mind if I freshen up a bit?" Her voice came out nervous and shaky.
Carter smiled, rolled away from her, and pointed. "Bathroom is right there.
Don't be too long."
Celia scooted off the bed, stumbled across the room, and closed the door behind her. She found herself shaking, her hands visibly vibrating out of control. While she definitely needed a little body spritz, stepping into the bathroom provided a much-needed respite. A second to get her mind in the right place would go a long way toward settling her emotions. Her body yearned for his touch, but her head threw caution flag after caution flag, all of them red.
Inhaling three deep breaths, she smirked at her reflection. Even she could see it in her face.
Who are you fooling?
Her face told her what her heart already knew: there's no way this doesn't happen.
Okay, so maybe just this once. What the hell?
She stripped down, gave herself a quick wipe-down with a warm facecloth, and put her shirt back on, connecting one button over her stomach. Standing silhouetted in the doorway, she said, "Much better." She raised her right arm and placed it behind her head, causing the shirt to pop open.
Seeing Carter still dressed, she said, "Those jeans need to be on the floor." Who said that? Really?
Carter stood up; he had unbuttoned his shirt, undone his belt, and kicked off his boots. He dropped his shirt to the floor, unzipped his fly, and pushed his jeans and underwear off in one studied move. Celia saw his already aroused penis, engorged and bouncing, and she shivered. His stomach was flat but not ripped. A light layer of hair graced his chest, sexy but not ape-like.
She stepped toward him. He reached out, undid the one button, and slid the shirt off her shoulders. Dropping his hands onto her hips, he ran them down the outside of her legs. His hands caressed her thighs as if they were the most delicate flowers. They then slid up over her waist and up her torso to the sides of her breasts.
The touch of another man was so very foreign and so very different. It invigorated her.
He leaned in and kissed her; his erection pushed against her thigh. Silky hands slid over her back. Then, those amazing hands drifted down her body, over her butt, and onto her hips. Finally, they followed the contour of her body up to her breasts. Not counting Josie, Carter's hands were the first to touch the new ones, definitely the first to go skin to skin.
As his hands engulfed them, she moaned, "Oh, my God!" The physical sensation wasn't much different from before, but mentally, she relished the volume of her beautiful new breasts in his hands. He kissed each one, squeezing them together in a manner she had not been capable of enjoying before. His tongue passed over her nipple, adding a little twinge as he did. He kissed her again, slow and gentle, as he caressed her face.
He took both of her hands into his and moved toward the bed. They were standing at the foot, and, in one gallant gesture, he swung her around to the side and pulled back the coverlet, allowing her to climb in. She grabbed his hand, pulling him in after her.
Lying down now, Carter was at her feet. Celia watched him place both hands on her ankles and run them up her legs.
Thank God I shaved this morning—pure coincidence, but sometimes that shit
happens.
He stopped just about mid-thigh and dragged them back down to her ankles.
His fingers buzzed like ten little vibrators titillating her skin. They traced her calves, tickled that spot behind her knees, then passed over and between her toes.
Carter rose to his knees and positioned her ankles on the outside of each of his legs. His fingernails scratched up her inner thighs, tracing close to, but not touching, between her legs. He then reversed direction and ran them back down to her knees. Goosebumps popped out all over her body while she squirmed with delight as his hands bathed her in a sea of sensuality.
Carter traced the inside of her legs with his tongue. Wiggling at the tickling of his tongue, she dropped her hands onto her stomach and raised them over her breasts. They still felt foreign to her own touch. Without expectation, a jolt of raw sexual exhilaration ran through her; Carter's tongue had landed on her clit. He slid her thighs apart while those tiny, knuckled vibrators slid up and spread her open.
As Carter's tongue slid inside, she let out a shuddering moan.
No one had ever gone down on her before. This revelation changed her universe. Suspended in a land with no time, she lost touch with reality.
He sucked her in and out of his mouth, gently skimming over his teeth. He used his elbows to keep her legs apart as his fingers explored the inside of her, slipping in and out. His tongue dropped toward the bed, and with one broad stroke, he licked from stem to stern. Her eyes popped open wide.
Holy hell! Oh, my God!
Losing control, she began to thrash up and down as her hips bucked, unable to stop herself. Carter grabbed her by the waist and pinned her to the bed. He refused to take his tongue off of her, still sucking while she twisted and writhed with an endless pleasure building in her loins.
Holy shit... holy shit... holy shit!
His tongue rotated on her, all the while pushing into her. She let out a squeal as her entire body shivered.
My fucking God!
She grabbed the back of his head and twisted it deeper into her, letting out a savage groan. Her legs extended straight into the air. The sensation built to an explosive level; then, with an uncontrolled yelp, she let it go. Her hips rose high off the bed as she bucked up and down. Carter pulled her closer and wouldn't stop. She tried to tear away, yet he mirrored her every move, refusing to release her. She cried out and moaned, lost in an unknown feeling of abandon.
Heaving, gasping for air, she felt Carter's hand slide up to her belly. He began to rub her stomach in a gentle, subtle way that landed in the space between sensuality and tickling. Slowing the rotation of his tongue, Carter sweetly lapped at her lips.
Celia began to regain control of her breathing as Carter pulled back and rose to his knees.
He scooted forward, his erection dangling over her stomach. With practiced ease, he reached past her and opened the bedside table drawer. Ripping open the blue packet, he slid on a condom.
Shit, I didn't even think about that.
As he moved back into position, she saw his erection rub up and down her coochie to moisten it... and then slide inside her.
Celia's eyes went wide.
She ground her pelvis against his, adding a slight rotation to her movements.
He started with slow, solid thrusts. He would pull out all the way to the tip, pause, and then slowly re-enter her. While he did this, his hips were rotating in a small circle, making each move look like a rigid wooden spoon stirring a pot of soup.
This is what they mean!
Celia threw her arms around his chest and pulled him down onto her. His pace increased as his thrusts intensified. Celia's hips bounced off his as her moans hit a crescendo that echoed throughout the house.
With a quick twist, Carter held tight onto Celia as he rolled them over. In a blur, she found herself on top of him. He reached up and took her breasts.
Celia began to ride up and down. Very familiar with this position, she moved into the groove with ease. Rod always had her on top. This time, though, she enjoyed the added bonus of a big, thick cock that wanted nothing but to please her. He was a guided missile aimed at her gratification.
With her hands on his chest, she rode the brawny cowboy until she came again, this time screeching and falling forward onto his chest. A series of laughs, moans, and guttural noises spewed out of her.
I sound like a lunatic.
He remained inside her, and after a few moments, his hips began to undulate beneath her. Celia realized that she had been so consumed with her own experience that she hadn't considered Carter.
Yeah, it's your turn.
She moved along with him, her face against his chest as he clutched her hips. She matched his rhythm and force. She wanted to see him come. She looked at his face; his grimace grew more intense with each thrust. A determined, almost maniacal grin crossed her face as she moved faster. She could feel every muscle, every movement that Carter made. With one final thrust, his spine arched as his head rolled back and he let out a guttural groan.
They lay very still, both breathing hard and wrapped around each other. After a few moments, Carter pulled out, his face registering an expression that revealed something between ultimate pleasure and piercing pain.
She leaned into him, nestling her face under his chin. Between inhales, Celia chuckled, "When I woke up this morning, this was not on the agenda."
Carter laughed. "I had no idea. I'm pretty glad you walked into that bar tonight."
"Me too."
They lay side by side, peaceful and satisfied.
After a bit, Carter said, "You really moving to Austin tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Got a new job. My whole world has turned around since I first saw you. I don't know if you remember the story?"
Carter chuckled, "Kinda hard to forget. I don't know that I'd ever seen anyone that devastated and lost. Divorced, quit your job, changed your name, lost your best friend, all within a week. Oh, and I forgot about the boob job. At least I had until... well." He glanced down at her bountiful, sweaty boobs. "Excellent work, by the way. I was a little worried I'd been too rough on them."
She looked at them herself and saw red splotches covering both. Brushing over them with her hand, she wiped some of the perspiration away.
"You were the test pilot. First time I've had them out. It's a very different experience. The volume astounds me. And when I was on top, I had to look over them to see you. It's going to take some adjustments."
"My pleasure. Glad I'm part of the reveal party." He gave her a little squeeze.
"The surgery is perfect; I can't even see the scars."
Celia pulled the skin around her nipple taut. "They went in under the areola.
Just a tiny slit. I have no idea how they made that work," she chuckled.
Carter pulled her close to him, and they settled, blending together. "So, can I ask a personal question?" Celia asked. "At this point, I don't have much to hide. Shoot," he replied. "This is a really nice house in a really nice neighborhood. I assumed that singing was a sideline, but was I wrong? Are you famous, and I don't know who you are? Did I just sleep with a celebrity?"
Carter laughed, "No, I'm not a celebrity. I own a real estate group that operates mostly in West Houston. I've got several associates, and we do okay. The band is my hobby. And a way to pick up chicks, as I'm sure you've noticed."
"That makes me feel so special. I imagine you have your pick." Carter turned morose. He said, "It used to be like that, no question, but it gets old. Now, I'm after something more real. I thought I had a nibble at that until you told me about your move. That's a shame."
Celia did not want to talk about anything other than this very moment. She would not let herself think about this as anything but her first one-night stand.
She moved her hand up and down his chest and over his stomach. He responded with a slight moan. His head had dropped back, and his eyes closed. Her hand kept gliding over his stomach and then to the top of his pubes.
I need a closer look at this cock.
She took advantage of the moment. Sliding down, she took hold. Still slightly sticky, covered in their combined juices and the lube from the condom, it stood semi-hard.
Where's the condom? The damn guy is a magician.
Her fingers slid up and down his amazing dick, exploring it all with her fingertips. While her left hand stroked his shaft, her right slid down and cupped his balls.
He's so different from Rod.
The length wasn't substantial, in a porn-star way, but the girth! Delicious! "My friends always talk about big cocks. I never knew." She kissed the tip.
"Thanks for sharing."
"Anytime," Carter groaned, lying still.
Don't let this chance get away.
Positioning herself between his thighs, she took both hands and caressed the shaft and then the tip. One hand stroked the shaft while the other fondled his balls.
She took him in her mouth. Over the next ten minutes, she explored the many ways that a penis could be sucked, tasted, fondled, and massaged.
Carter came a second time.
She hadn't let him come in her mouth. Rod had forced her to do that once, and the taste had made her want to vomit. Carter didn't seem to care.
Crawling back up next to him, she laid her head on his chest. Is there anything else you want to try? Don't be driving home and thinking, "I
should have done..."
She shook her head and smiled.
I'm pretty fucking satisfied.
Soon, she heard a gentle snore come from Carter. That was her cue. She slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Her clothes were on the floor where she had dropped them. She dressed. Carrying her bra, she turned out the light and opened the door. Picking up her shirt from the floor, she padded out of the bedroom.
Pulling her shirt on as she walked down the stairs, she wondered how she should leave the house. She hadn't seen him turn on an alarm, so she hoped that it wasn't automatic or anything. Finding the junk drawer, because everyone has a junk drawer for such items, she wrote a sweet thank-you note, added her phone number, and picked up her purse from the sofa. Stuffing her bra into her purse, she tentatively exited through the front door. No alarms went off, which brought with it a sense of relief.
As she drove home, a warm, wonderful glow surrounded her. She had understood so much that night, things that had eluded her before.
So, this is what all the fuss is all about. Fantastic! Body count up to four!
She chuckled to herself.
I can't believe I just did that.
Shaking her head in wonderment, she said, "Fucking awesome! Fuck you, Rod."
She pulled into her parking slot at the apartment just before 2 a.m. Her father was coming over at eight. They were going to get breakfast and then load up. That gave her a chance to grab a quick six hours before he arrived.
As she walked into the apartment, knowing it would be the last time, a surge of joy flowed over her... again.
Thank you, universe, for the reinforcement.
She stumbled into the bedroom and started the shower. No question that she had to shower, but that thought saddened her. She remembered going to her eighth-grade after-school dance and slow-dancing with Bobby Willow. He had been wearing some type of cologne or maybe his father's aftershave, and it had rubbed off onto the shoulder of her dress. She wouldn't let her mother wash that dress for a week. She would just smell that shoulder as it hung in the closet. She felt the same way now. Even though she knew this smell would sour in a few hours and that she had to shower, she regretted washing away the essence of Carter. He'd be gone without a trace.
But she stepped in, and as Carter fizzled down the drain, she smiled in remembrance. Wriggling into bed naked, she fell asleep in a second.