“Do you like the lasagna?” CJ asked
“Oh my God. It’s amazing!” I answered. “Tell your chef, it’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“OK. I know you’re making fun, because you know I didn’t cook it,” CJ said, soberly. Then he glanced at our server, dismissing him.
“Of course you didn’t cook it. And if we were at my house, I wouldn’t be cooking it either,” I laughed. “Stouffer’s would be!” I held up my wine glass in a toasting gesture. “Definitely NOT making fun. It’s delicious.”
CJ’s phone chimed from the pocket of his sportcoat, which he ignored. “To a delicious dinner, no matter who makes it,” he said, responding to my toast.
“Now,” I started. “There’s this car out there, that I DID sorta make fun of. It’s a great car, and I was only playing. But you said there was this personal thing about why you chose it.”
CJ’s face went red. He shook his head and laughed as I talked. “OK. Now it’s been built up so much, it’s going to sound really stupid.”
“Let’s hear it. Spit it out,” I ordered, then rubbed a chill from my arms.
“When I started working for my dad, he told me to go buy a BMW. The sales guy was waiting for me at the dealership, it had all been arranged.” CJ took a sip of his wine and continued. “They wanted me to test drive the Z Roadster, Seven Series, all the most expensive models.” CJ saw me rub my cold arms. He stood up, removed his sportcoat, and laid it on my shoulders as he continued.
“I felt like those guys were taking advantage. And I felt like I was there to show some display of my father’s wealth. I could have brought home any car on that lot, and my dad wouldn’t have even cared,” CJ said, humbly. “So I picked a Three Series, loaded of course, but a car I could afford to pay for myself.”
“Wow,” I said, quietly, giving CJ an endearing smile. “I am a prideful person. Might not have noticed that about me,” I joked. “But one thing I have always known is…I am not wrong when it comes to reading people. But I got you all wrong,” I admitted.
“You weren’t wrong, entirely. I STILL didn’t pay for that car myself. But at least now you understand that daddy’s money isn’t the way I want to be defined.”
“I get it,” I affirmed. “And that was really sweet….” CJ’s phone chimed again, interrupting me. “Could you tell your girlfriend not to buzz my boobs while we’re eating?” I joked, retrieving CJ’s phone from the sportcoat. I passed it over to him, laughing.
“Cell phones,” CJ grumbled. “These things are nothing but trouble, you know that?” CJ lamented, seriously. “What’s your birth date?”
“December twelfth, why?”
CJ swiped and scrolled and tapped his cell phone screen, then handed the device back to me. “You have my unlock code, 1212. I’m not a jealous person, and I hope you aren’t either. It’s childish. And unbecoming of someone as good looking as you.”
My jaw dropped. “Are you serious?” I asked, astonished. I swiped the phone awake and punched in the unlock code, giggling. “Not as much fun, snooping when I have your permission. That’s some damn decent psychology you laid on me, Creighton!” I laughed.
“Three messages from ‘Beard.’ Your girlfriend’s name is Beard?” I asked, jokingly.
“His name is Brent. But my friends only call him Beard. High school nickname,” CJ told me. “What does he want?”
“Heather there? Beard asked, about an hour ago.”
“Quit ignoring me! He sent, about ten minutes ago.”
“You suck! Beard sent just now,” I read out loud, laughing.
“Yes, Heather is still here. Leave me alone. I’m busy trying on her clothes!” I texted back, hitting Send as CJ scrambled to grab the phone from me.
“Oh! You crazy girl!” CJ yelled, laughing. “Alright. This should be fun,” he concluded, as his phone chimed.
“Hi Heather,” Beard texted, attaching a laughing emoji.
“You guys are no fun,” I said, sliding the phone back over to CJ.
“Come on. Let me show you around,” CJ said.
I smiled and handed CJ’s sportcoat back to him.
CJ gave me a tour of his side of the house, showing me his kitchen, living areas, guest rooms, bathrooms, home cinema, and finally his bedroom suite. We walked through an office space where his desk and computers were set up, then into an adjacent den with a fireplace, leather sofas, and recliners.
CJ’s bedroom was enormous, as I expected. The bed was made, pillows were arranged perfectly. It looked like a model home, something to be looked at, but not actually used. Laying on the bed, was a little bag. CJ picked it up and handed it to me. I opened it up and found my dried, folded swimsuit. I had left it in the little dryer in the dressing room of the pool house.
I laughed. “I guess someone knew I’d be in your room at some point.”
“I told them to bring it in here, in case we wanted to get back in the pool,” CJ said, quietly, placing his hands at my waist.
I looked up at him, accepting his kiss, and his hands on my body. Our passionate kissing intensified. I dropped the little bag on the floor and pulled CJ close, stepping back until I felt the bed behind me. He let me slide my hands inside his sportcoat and guide it off his shoulders. Then I let CJ lay me down on his bed.
CJ pressed me into the bed, pulling my dress open and finding my bare breasts. I had anticipated and hoped to feel him on top of me like that, so wearing a bra didn’t figure into my plans. CJ’s hands moved down my body as I lay writhing and moaning beneath him. He tugged the hem of my short dress, as I arched my back in complicity. When I felt my panties being pulled down, I broke our kiss.
I looked in CJ’s eyes as he slid his body off me, taking a position on his side next to me. Both of us were breathing hard. CJ started retreating from touching my panties, but I held his hand on them.
“Sorry,” CJ whispered. “It’s not so easy to control myself with you.”
I pressed my lips to CJ’s and replied, “believe me, you’re not the only one with control issues,” swallowing hard and moving his hand from my hip to between my legs.
CJ moaned into my mouth and traced the line of my panties, letting a finger slip inside them. With our eyes open, I licked CJ’s lips, parting them, then began kissing him passionately as his finger found its way inside me. My hips thrust forward, in lustful desire for CJ’s touch. When I felt a second finger prying my slick opening, I fell away from our kiss, laying flat on my back, moaning and thrusting for his hungry fingers.
I felt CJ’s mouth on my tits, licking, sucking, one then the other, while his fingers aggressively fucked me hard and fast. The sexy, wet sounds of CJ’s fingering and our panting breaths filled his bedroom. I put my hand in my panties, found my clit and helped in the effort of bringing me to climax.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes,” I groaned, in whisper with every penetration.
I finally lifted up, and into, CJ’s thrusting fingers. I grabbed his hand, holding him inside and feeling the swell and gush of my pussy on him. When my orgasm began to subside, I collapsed back down to the bed in spent ecstasy. CJ kept his fingers inside me, and brought his lips to mine.
“So beautiful,” CJ whispered his lips on mine. “And so impossible to stop myself.”
I nudged CJ, gently rolling him to his back, moving myself on top of him. I nestled CJ between my knees, leaned down, giggling when my hair completely covered CJ’s face. I lightly kissed his lips, then I sat up and fixed my tits back into my dress, shaking my head at the naughty, naughty man under me.
“You don’t have to stop,” I said, quietly. “I don’t want you to stop, but… I really didn’t expect to be…here…in your bed, so soon,” I told him, taking a ponytail band from my wrist and pulling my hair back.
“I didn’t plan this, Heather. God knows I’ve imagined it,” CJ said. “But you pulled ME into bed,” he finished, laughing.
“I did, didn’t I,” I said, giggling into my hands. Then I looked up at the ceiling, exhaled hard, and told CJ, “because I’m a flirt. You know that. But I’m not a tease,” I finished, turning my face back to his. “I’m pretty sure I want…you…to fuck me,” I admitted.
CJ’s eyes went wide. But I continued before he could interrupt what I needed to tell him.
“I don’t know why it matters, but there’s this age difference. I like you…obviously. But I’ve never…done it before,” I admitted, refusing to use the word “virgin” as I certainly did not feel very virtuous. “I expected my first time to be with someone I was actually in a relationship with though. I guess I just wanted THIS, whatever THIS is, to last a little while longer,” I finished, feeling very vulnerable.
CJ sat up, folding me against him in a beautiful embrace, wanting my lips on his. “I will wait for you,” he said, then lightly kissed me. “I will wait until you are out of high school,” another gentle kiss. “I will wait until you finish college,” finishing with a lingering kiss. Then he pulled back to look at me sincerely, “Whatever THIS is, I don’t want it to end either.”
“Oh we are NOT waiting until I’m out of high school,” I told CJ, laughing. “I don’t want to be your secret, though. I know you told Beard about me. Do your friends know I’m only sixteen?”
“No. It hasn’t come up,” CJ answered. “But trust me, they will all fall under the same spell that I have.”
I could have curled up and gone to sleep in CJ’s arms right then. But enough had been said…and certainly been done, for one night. We kissed a bit more but stopped short of fanning the flame into the raging, passionate fire.
It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off me. CJ seemed to feel the same way. We hardly knew each other. But knowing he shared the same desire for pursuing a real relationship was super sweet…and a little surprising. He brings so much more to the table than I do, I thought, driving home.
End of Part 5
