Unless… that little devil on my other shoulder whispered in my ear, she’s fucking the boss man now.
“Let’s get you a drink,” Ace said, pulling me away from Rhett. I wasn’t sure if he could see the smoke coming from my nostrils, or if he just really wanted a drink.
Two shots of Patrón each, as usual. The first one was gulped down before a toast could be made, which Ace always said was bad luck. We toasted the second drink to many more no-hitters and slung the liquor down. “So, you know what’s gonna happen right?” Ace asked. “Something bad…” he teased, using an eerie voice as he spoke. I smiled, shrugged again, and held out my glass for another shot.
“Might as well be nice and drunk when it happens then,” I said.
Women were everywhere, mostly already naked, and running through the house. He tugged on my arm and motioned towards the stairs. “Wanna hit the Beast cave?” he asked.
“No, you go ahead.” My mind drifted back to those girls on the bed that night. Damn, they were fucking hot. It quickly circled back around to the lines of powder that Ace snorted up his nose. Not worth it.
I sat down in a plush, red lounger. It was soft, surprisingly comfortable and allowed me to enjoy my beer with a perfect view of the ladies in the pool.
My eyes quickly landed on a tall brunette. Her eyes were dark, her breasts large, and as she lifted herself from the water, her pussy shaved except for the thinnest of strips. Gorgeous.
She winked, turned to give me the view of her perfect round ass and then dove perfectly into the water. “Hey, wild man,” Marty startled me as he snuck up behind me. “Sorry, you’re awful jumpy there.”
I spilled a little bit of my beer on my shirt, and I knew my face had to be flushed with embarrassment. He looked out towards the pool and noticed the brunette I’d been staring at. She winked again and waved as she walked over to one of the loungers. “Oh man, now I understand,” Marty said, making a weird whistling noise. It was close, but not really a whistle.
“I thought you didn’t come to these parties,” I said to change the subject from my voyeurism.
“Well, this one is in your honor, so I thought it’d be rude not to.”
“Hell, I almost didn’t come myself,” I laughed.
Frank bumped into him, literally bumped his chest into Marty’s and challenged him to a belly buster contest in the pool. “You wanna join?” Marty asked. I shook my head and smiled, motioning for him to go on and have some fun.
Ace appeared out of nowhere, wild-eyed and talking too fast — yeah, he was on the powder again. “Here,” he said, stuffing something into my front shirt pocket.
“What is it?’ I asked, pulling it out. Condoms, four of them.
“You think that’s enough?” he asked. “I have more if ya need them.”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s fine,” I agreed and decided not to fight him. I wasn’t planning on getting laid. I was planning on going home to my big empty house and sulking about the love of my life walking out on me. But, then again, that brunette looked awful thirsty, maybe I should take her a drink.
“Thanks, my brother,” I said and hopped up from my comfy chair. I walked to the bar and had the cute redhead bartender make me a home run.
Frank and Marty yelled at me as I walked out to the pool. “Watch this,” Marty screamed and then ran to the pool, diving belly first into the water. The noise was horrific, the splash huge, and the wave that occurred after he hit the surface made Ace’s pool look like the Atlantic Ocean.
I shook my head, smiled, and then found the brunette I’d been flirting with in her chair. Her legs were closed, damn, but her breasts were sitting proudly on her chest as well they should.
“You looked thirsty,” I said before sitting on the end of her lounger.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the drink without hesitation. Okay, guess I was right.
“I’m Calvin,” I said.
Her lips curved up even more. “I know.”
I wasn’t sure if she was playing with me, or if she was just a little slow. She lifted her leg from the chair and placed one foot on the ground, giving me a straight shot into her glory land. It didn’t matter, slow or not, she was hot.
“And your name?’ I asked, deciding to just be more specific from here on out.
“I’m Kandy with a K,” she said in her bubbly little voice.
“Are you with anyone at the party?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. I smiled and began to stand up and leave her be. “My friend Betty is over there.” She pointed to a blonde who was literally chasing her own tail trying to see if there was something stuck to her backside. I couldn’t resist laughing.
“Is that Betty with a B?” I asked. She gave me the strangest look. I didn’t care. As she leaned up to point to her friend, I got an even better shot between her legs.
“You look like you need some lotion,” I said, even though the sun was already starting to go down. I figured with this chick, I had a good chance.
“Oh yeah, I don’t want to burn.” She reached up to grab the lotion by her chair. She started to rub it on her arms and then some on her breasts, and while it was fun watching her rub herself, I wanted my turn.
“Here, let me get those hard to reach places,” I offered. Yes, I am one hell of a guy, saving women from melanoma one stroke at a time.
“Thanks,” she said cheerfully and handed the lotion bottle to me.
Oh yes, there were some very hard to reach places, and I was going to find them all. First her legs, as to not alarm her and then her belly, and of course her breasts. Oh man, they were nice, real too.
I moved back to her legs and rubbed the lotion up her thighs. “Let me get in there, you want to make sure that doesn’t get burned,” I said, motioning to her sweet pussy. Again, a strange, almost blank look, but she must have assumed I knew best, so she scooted down on her chair a bit and spread her legs. Oh wow, this was too easy. I mean really, too easy.
My cock twitched at the sight of her beautiful young body, but even rubbing the lotion on her and convincing her that I needed to slide a little inside, it just didn’t do anything for me. I wanted more than to just get laid.
She thanked me when I told her she was all set, and even tried to tell Betty to come over so I could do her next. “I think Marty can handle Betty,” I said, slapping him on the back as he walked by. I whispered in his ear, filling him in on the situation and was greeted with an eager grin and quick grab of the lotion.
I was ready to go, done with this party, done with just getting laid. Ace was at the bar mixing drinks with the little redhead who looked frustrated at his taking over. There was no reason to say bye to anyone; they would all assume I was upstairs banging some hot chick, or maybe three, so I headed for the door.
Caroline stood on the other side, her hand on the handle, her face flushed. “Hey there,” she cooed. I smiled and moved out of the way so she could come inside. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes,” I said and started out the door.