Second Chance for Romance

Chapter 9

Gina and I enjoyed the rest of the reception together. It continued well into the evening. People made the usual toasts and speeches. The newlyweds cut the cake and dabbed each other with icing. The photographer immortalized all of it.

And people drank. Oh. My. God. They drank.

The bartenders had cases and cases of empty bottles by the time Kara and Victor changed into regular clothes and made their ceremonial rice-showered exit. The crowd thinned noticeably after that. My parents and Susan came looking for us.

“Keep an eye on Erin,” Mom said to me. “She’s been flirting with every boy here.”

“Most of them are young men,” Susan said.

“If she’s anything like I was, sh—”

“She’s probably blown half of them already.”

“Shush,” Mom told her. “You’re drunk.”

“And you aren’t?”

Gina covered a smile with her hand.

Mom ignored Susan and said to me, “We’re going home.”

“To fool around,” Susan added.

My father swayed.

“You okay?” I said. “I can drive you home if you like.”

He shook his head. “’M fine. C’n drive with m’ eyes closed.”

“C’mon, Dad. You’re slurring your speech.” I took his car keys.

He swiped them back. “’M not slurring m’ vision.”

Susan snickered.

Dad realized what he’d said. He heaved an eighty-proof sigh and extended the keys.

“Thanks.” I pocketed them.

I went looking for a pay phone, but found that the Coulters had already contracted a local taxi company to have cars on call.

“The ca’erers’ suggestion,” Chris told me. He took another drink of Scotch and raised his glass in a boozy toast. “Good t’ see you an’ Gina t’gether again. Jus’ gimme a couple’a years t’ pay off this wedding ’fore you pop th’ ques’ion.”

“Don’t worry,” I told him, “your checkbook’s safe for a while.”

“Is it? Liz’beth had it las’ I saw.”

“You’re a good guy, Chris.” I patted him on the shoulder and returned to Gina.

She and I escorted Susan and my parents across the lawn and decanted them into the back of a taxi. I gave the driver the address.

Mark, Leah, and Erin appeared almost immediately. They weren’t as drunk as my parents, but they weren’t feeling any pain either.

“Hey,” Mark said. “We’re going with a bunch of people to the Limelight.

An after- after-party.”

Erin had a guy in tow. She silently dared me to say something. She looked like she could handle herself, so I simply nodded.

“Y’all wanna come?” Mark asked.

“Please, Paul,” Leah said. “You too, Gina. You’d love it.”

I looked at Gina.

She gave a slight shrug and left it up to me.

“Maybe some other time,” I told them. “Thanks, though.”

“Okay. I un’erstand,” Leah said. She flung her arms around me and gave Gina a hug too. “Love you so much. Can’t believe I was such a bitch earlier.”

“It’s okay,” Gina said. “I love you too.”

They said goodbye and climbed into the next taxi.

“A lot of people will be coming back for their cars tomorrow,” I said to no one in particular.

Gina and I returned to the reception and found a group of diehards around the bar. The bartenders had announced last call and were packing away the remaining wine and liquor. The waiters and waitresses were cleaning up too, and the house staff had half of the chairs already folded and stacked.

A small group from the wedding party—Stacy and Jason, Sydney and Woody, and Ty and Julia (the best man and his wife)—were gathering flower arrangements and setting them next to a long table piled high with wedding gifts.

“I know it isn’t very sexy,” I said to Gina, “but we should probably help.”

“Being a responsible adult is kinda sexy.”

“Oh. Well. Then I guess I’m screwed.”

Her eyes glittered with affection. “If you’re lucky.”

We joined the others and helped with the flowers and centerpieces. I thought we were done, but we still had to load all the presents into Elizabeth’s station wagon.

I took one look at the hoard and realized that it wouldn’t all fit. Not with the flowers too. I told the others I’d be right back. Then I wrapped Gina in my coat, gave her a kiss, and jogged to my car.

The guys had Elizabeth’s car halfway loaded when I returned. The girls were sitting to the side on the last four chairs in sight. They were all wearing their dates’ coats, which made them look even smaller than they already were.

I gave Gina another kiss—because I could—and opened the back of the Land Cruiser. Ty helped fold down the rear seats. Then he and I filled the car with flowers. Jason and Woody loaded Elizabeth’s to the headliner but still didn’t have enough room. I looked at the remaining pile of presents.

“We can fill the passenger seats and footwells,” I suggested. “That should do it.”

“Only one problem,” Jason said. “Stacy and I are supposed to drive the station wagon to Kara’s parents’ house.”

“She can drive it,” I suggested, “and you can drive my car.”

“How will you get home?”

I pulled out my dad’s car keys.

“Oh. Well. That’s convenient.”

We loaded the remaining presents and left enough room for the drivers, but that was about it.

“Okay,” I said at last, “are we ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“Not quite,” Jason said. “We still have to get our stuff from the tents.”

“I don’t know about you all,” Ty said, “but I don’t feel like changing clothes. I’m fine to wear this back to the hotel.”

I looked around and realized that I was the only one not wearing a tuxedo

or bridesmaid’s dress.

“Yeah, let’s just get our stuff and get out of here.”

We trooped down the stairs to the terrace lawn. I stood around while the men disappeared into the groomsmen’s tent and the ladies went into the one for the bridesmaids.

When everyone emerged, Stacy and Jason said goodbye to us and climbed the stairs to the front driveway. The rest of us walked to our cars. I carried Gina’s dress bag and a small overnight bag. I hefted it and gave her a speculative look. She looped an arm through mine and leaned against me.

“Thanks for all your help,” Ty said.

“No problem.”

“It was great to see you again,” Sydney said. She stood on tiptoe to kiss my cheek. “You’re next.” She glanced at Gina and held up her wedding ring to make sure I understood. “Oh, and enjoy the drive home.”

I furrowed my brow and shook hands with Woody as the girls said goodnight. They climbed into their car and drove away.

I stowed Gina’s things behind the seats in my dad’s Corvette. She took off my coat, folded it neatly with the boutonnière on top, and added it to the back. Then she lowered herself into the passenger seat and smiled up at me as I closed the door.

My dad was several inches taller than me (which still annoyed me sometimes), so I had to move the driver’s seat forward. I slid the key into the ignition but didn’t turn it.

“Sorry about tonight,” I said. “I know it wasn’t what you planned.”

“How do you know that?”

“I dunno. It wasn’t what I planned.”

“Oh?”

I watched her out of the corner of my eye. “I wanted to sweep you off your feet. Seduce you with my charm and wit. Tempt you into bed with me.”

“And…?”

“Well, let’s see…” I counted things off: “We had crazy relatives, a crowd of drunks, flower clean-up, a truckload of gifts, and then a long walk to the car.” I sighed. “On top of all that, pretty much everyone tonight assumed we’d be getting married next. Like we don’t have any say in the matter.”

She unbuckled her shoes and tucked them under the seat.

“I mean, sure, we’ve known each other since we were kids, but we haven’t seen each other since Christmas. We’ve been apart longer than that. It

takes some time to get to know someone again. Worse, I just assumed you’d be coming home with me. I know we’ve been flirting all night, but I didn’t even ask if that’s what you wanted.”

“I was wondering if you’d realize that.” She studied my face. “You’ve grown up a lot since we broke up.”

“Had to happen eventually,” I muttered.

She nodded.

“So,” I said at last, “take you home?” I moved to start the car, but she stopped me with a gesture. “What? Did we forget something?”

She sat on the center console and held my face in her hands. “You’re sexier now than I’ve ever known,” she said softly. “Tonight was wonderful.”

She closed her eyes and kissed me, softly at first, but with growing desire.

I slid my hand up her thigh. Then I cupped her breast and gently squeezed. She moaned, so I helped her climb over the console and straddle my lap. She took a break long enough to unfasten my belt and trousers. Then she reached inside and pulled out my penis. It was as surprised as I was, but it quickly stiffened as she stroked it.

She rose on her knees.

“What’re you doing?”

“What do you think?” She steadied my erection between her legs.

“But…”

“I took off my panties when I went into the tent to get my bags.”

“So that’s what Sydney meant! When she said enjoy the drive home.”

“Mmm hmm.”

The tip of my cock slid into her warm channel.

Gina sat back and impaled herself with a groan. “Oh, God! I’d forgotten how thick you are.”

“And how tight you are.”

“Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Fine by me.”

She began moving her hips. “Lemme know when you’re ready. I wanna taste you.”

“I’m ready,” I gasped.

Her eyes popped open. “Are you serious?”

“Close enough. If you keep moving I am.” I held her in place. “Better.” I reached behind her and found the tab of her zipper. It made a soft hiss as I lowered it.

She pulled the dress over her head and tossed it into the passenger seat.

She was wearing a light pink bustier.

“Nice,” I said.

“You like it? The panties match, but you’ll have to take my word for it.”

I laughed. “So you were planning to come home with me.”

“You’re such a goof,” she said fondly. “But it’s nice to know you didn’t take it for granted.” She reached behind herself and made a show of unfastening the hooks. She paused before she took it off. “Any final guesses?”

“About what?”

“Tan lines, silly.”

I pretended to think about it. “Um… yes.”

“Ding, ding, ding!” She peeled away the bustier and threw it aside. Pale triangles covered her breasts. They joined at the bottom and came to a point below where the bustier had covered. They made her nipples look very dark.

My eyes traveled lower, down the curve of her stomach. “Did you…?”

“Mmm hmm. Told you I had a surprise for you. Ms. Gillette and I had a little chat in the shower this morning. A very intimate discussion.” She had trimmed her pubic hair to a dark triangle that left her labia bare.

“Very nice.” I surprised her with a hungry kiss.

She moaned into my mouth and began moving her hips.

I wanted to stop her but didn’t have the willpower.

She sensed that I was close and tried to climb off me. The steering wheel got in her way, and she bumped her head on the roof. Still, she managed to twist herself back over the center console.

She made a beeline for my cock and reached it just in time. Then she groaned as white, salty come gushed over her tongue. I held her head in place and flexed my butt to pump more of the precious liquid into her mouth.

When I finally stopped shooting, Gina made a soft sound of contentment and continued sucking. My shaft didn’t soften a bit.

I played with her nipples until I felt a second orgasm building. Then I reached between her legs and pulled her toward me for a better angle. I ran a finger over her shaved labia. She was practically dripping as I spread her open and teased the stiff little bead of her clit. She moaned, and the vibration sent shivers up my spine.

She began bobbing faster. I obliged her by shooting a second load down her throat. My fingers vibrated on her clit, and she thrust her hips toward me.

Her pleasure mounted until she stiffened and cried out.

She breathed hard through her nose and slowly closed her legs. I kept my right hand where it was and used my left to caress her face and brush back a strand of dark hair. She opened her eyes and gave me a heavy-lidded, happy smile.

“You like?” I said.

“What’s not to like? First taste I’ve had in months.”

I chuckled. “Good. Now, would you still like to come home with me?”

“Love to. But in a minute.” She closed her eyes and kissed the tip of my slowly shrinking cock. Then she took it in her mouth and nursed until she coaxed out the remaining semen.

The parking brake handle finally convinced her to move. Even though it was lowered, it was still digging into her side. She groaned as I helped her sit up. Then she pulled her clothes from beneath her. She tossed the bustier in the back and fluffed through the dress until she found the right opening. She wriggled into it.

I started the car and rumbled out of the parking lot. The main roads of suburban Atlanta were never really empty, even late at night. Gina did her best to distract me, though. She put her feet on the dash and played with her pussy. By some minor miracle we made it to my parents’ house without an accident.

“If I didn’t know better,” I said as we turned into the driveway, “I’d swear you were trying to get us killed.”

“I can’t help it. You make me so horny.”

“Can you wait till we get inside?”

“Maybe.”

I pulled the Corvette into the garage and shook my head with amusement.

“A little while ago I didn’t think I was gonna get lucky at all.”

“You were always gonna get lucky.” She climbed across the console to kiss me.

We started making out again.

The rational part of my brain reminded me that we were sixty feet from a bed and all the comforts of home.

“Let’s go inside,” I finally managed.

“Okay. You’re right.” She climbed back to the passenger side and swung the door open.

We gathered our things and headed in. Halfway through the kitchen she

came to an abrupt halt.

“What is it?”

“Look.”

My parents and Susan were in the hot tub. The porch lights were off, but they were silhouetted by the light in the tub itself. One of the women sat on the side with her legs spread. The other was licking her pussy while my dad fucked her from behind.

Gina tensed with excitement. “Let’s watch.”

I set her bags in a kitchen chair and followed her into the living room. We watched through the blinds in the patio door.

“You remember doing this at camp?” she said.

“Mmm hmm.” I lifted her dress over her head. “Have to talk to whoever made this. It keeps coming off.”

“It’s had help.”

“Whatever.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rapidly stiffening manhood. Then I dragged my balls through the fly and let them hang free too.

Gina bent forward and braced herself on the doorframe. I stroked my cock and aimed it at the pale triangle of her ass. She moaned as I entered her and slid home.

“You remember doing this at camp?”

“God, yes.”

I held her waist and started thrusting.

My dad was doing the same outside.

I grinned to myself and matched his tempo.

He didn’t last long before he pulled out. The woman he was fucking turned and sank to her knees in front of him. The other woman slipped into the water and joined her. They took turns sucking his balls as he stroked his cock.

Gina moaned.

Outside, Dad threw back his head. The first woman captured his dick and swallowed. Then she passed it to the other woman, who finished him off. He stood panting as the ladies shared his come in a kiss.

I reached between Gina’s legs and played with her clit.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

“I know.”

“That’s right. I don’t… have to tell… you.”

“Did you have to tell Brock?”

She groaned and didn’t answer.

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she hissed. A moment later she let out a wordless cry.

I slammed into her and held still as her pussy convulsed around my cock.

My fingers went into overdrive on her clit. She cried out again as her pleasure peaked.

Her orgasm eventually subsided, and I ran my hands up her body and cupped her breasts. I kneaded them gently as she slowly recovered her breath.

“I don’t remember you making me come that quickly,” she said. “Or that hard.”

“I’ve had a little practice since then.”

“I’ll say.”

Out in the hot tub, my dad sank to a seat and watched the women kiss.

One of them started sucking the other’s nipples.

“Wanna join them?” Gina asked.

“I don’t think so.”

She looked over her shoulder at me.

“I want you to myself tonight.”

“And what, exactly, do you want to do to me?”

“All sorts of perverted things.”

She grinned.

“But first, I wanna get out of this suit and these shoes. My feet are killing me.”

“Oh, very perverted,” she teased. Then she gasped as I withdrew my cock. She turned and started to drop to her knees, but I caught her first.

“Hold that thought,” I said. “I’m serious about getting comfortable.”

“Oh. Okay.” She looked down at my hard-on.

“It can wait.”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “You have grown up.”

“Lots.”

I returned to the kitchen and retrieved her things. My erection led the way like a thick pink divining rod. Gina followed me through the darkened house to my bedroom. I turned on the lights and closed the door.

“It looks different than I remember,” she said.

“Yeah. Like your elementary school when you go back as a teenager.”

She laughed. “Sort of.”

I untied my shoes and kicked them off. Then I scrunched my toes in the

carpeting. “God, that feels good.”

Gina watched with growing amusement.

“What?” I said at last.

“You. Your dick. You look so sexy with it sticking out like that. You sure you don’t want me to…?”

I wanted to get undressed first. But then I heard Susan’s voice in my head, A relationship is about compromise. I chuckled to myself when I realized the absurdity of the situation: a beautiful woman wanted to suck my dick, and the “compromise” was to let her.

I motioned her toward me and drew her into my arms. My hard-on bent against her stomach. She smiled and tilted her head up for a kiss. Our lips met, and she reached between us. Her hands found my shaft and began stroking. My hands found her nipples and began teasing.

We made out for a couple of minutes before she pulled back. Her eyes shone with excitement as she sank to her knees. She tasted pre-come and moaned deep in her throat.

I undressed while she sucked me. She bobbed away, unconcerned, until I finally stopped her so I could take off my boxers. I pulled them over my jutting erection and kicked them off. She recaptured my cock as soon as I righted myself.

She wanted that third load, all right. But I wanted to fuck her before I came again.

Time to compromise.

“Look,” I said, a bit flippantly, “a real bed with real sheets.”

She ignored me.

“Come on, my lovely limpet.” I pushed her away and lifted her to her feet.

“But…”

“Bed,” I said firmly. “Now.” I threw back the covers. “All right, in you go. On your back.”

I climbed in after her and kissed my way up her body. I lingered over her breasts. They were about the same size as Leah’s, maybe a little bigger, but her nipples were more like a grown woman’s. I licked and sucked until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to feel you inside me.” She spread her legs wider, the perfect invitation.

The tip of my shaft entered her without help.

I chuckled. “It knows the way on its own.”

“Mmm.”

“It likes the warmth.”

She gripped the sheets and hissed as I slid all the way into her.

“Okay?”

She nodded.

I began thrusting, and our repartee dwindled to sighs and soft moans. I wanted to take my time and enjoy getting reacquainted with her body, but my dick had other ideas.

Hold on, I told it.

What about compromise?

I don’t have to. We aren’t in a relationship.

Sure we are.

No, we aren’t. I own you. I control you. You’re just a tool. I chuckled at my own wit.

My dick didn’t have a good comeback, so we ditched the compromise thing and did it my way. I stopped thrusting and held very still. Gina opened her eyes when I didn’t immediately start again.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m going to come if I keep going.”

“Go ahead. I’m still on the pill.”

“That isn’t it. Although it’s good to know.” I glanced at where my body joined hers. “Really good to know.”

“Then… what?”

“You feel so good I wanna take my time.”

She smiled. “Is that all?”

“That’s a lot!”

“You’re a better lover than I remember too.” She caressed my face. “But we have all night. And all day. I told my parents I wouldn’t be home until tomorrow afternoon.”

“I hate to break it to you, but it’s been tomorrow for about an hour.”

“Then hurry up. I have places to go, things to do.”

We erupted in laughter, which I quickly put a stop to.

“What?”

“You tighten up when you laugh. It was all I could do not to come.”

She pulled me down for a kiss. Then she touched her cheek to mine.

A weird part of me was glad I’d shaved twice. I thought of the strangest

things sometimes.

“Come inside me,” she whispered.

That grabbed my attention.

She wrapped her arms around me and moved her hips.

I began thrusting again. Ten seconds later I closed my eyes and let out a low, continuous groan as a geyser of semen erupted from deep within me. I clench my muscles so hard that I thought I might hurt myself before I finally stopped shooting.

When I sort of regained control of my body again, I relaxed against her and breathed hard through my nose.

“I definitely remember that,” she said with satisfaction.