I was, however, worried about him having slept with so many women in the past. Had he been safe with all of them? Probably not! I asked him once about it and that prompted a full physical an hour later. Complete with blood work, urinalysis, and sperm count. Louis Bruel never did something half way. He told me he had never had unprotected sex with anyone. He said how excited he was that when we did finally make love; it would be the first time for him without a barrier. I also took a blood test that day, more as a show of solidarity than an STD concern, since I'd never been sexually intimate with anyone except him. Louis knew he had nothing to worry about when it came to STDs and me.
Treetop...
D
uring our short courting period, one of my favorite dates was the 4
th
of July. Louis promised my father that evening that he'd have me back home by midnight. My father told Louis he had until two o'clock in the morning to bring me back, before they sent the cops to find me. My parents really loved him; it's a good thing they knew nothing of his past dating habits, or the fact that he had deflowered their daughter with almost every part of his body.
That evening we went to his house.
"I feel bad that you stayed in the city with me. All your friends are hanging out at the Hamptons. I really wouldn't mind if you wanted to go be with 'The Boys' for a few days."
"I respect your parents for not letting their daughter spend the night anywhere but home. And trust me, Em, I'd rather be with you watching the fireworks than hanging out with a bunch of strangers on some beach alone."
Yeah right, Louis alone. That's a good one. I knew he'd have every woman within a mile radius bobbing for his attention.
"Louis, your friends must hate me. I haven't left your side for more than five minutes. You haven't hung out with them in weeks. I feel like I'm monopolizing you. You're going to get sick of me very soon."
"I don't want to be away from you for a minute. Do you honestly think I'd leave you and go to the Hamptons? I don't think I could explain what I feel for you even if I wanted to. I can't imagine my life without you, Emily."
"Ditto."
I was secretly ecstatic that Louis stayed home with me. I'm no dummy. I knew what happened in those Hampton parties. Louis' friends threw a huge party every summer and invited ten girls for every guy. That was not the ratio of women to my boyfriend I liked him to be around. We still hadn't slept together. I'm sure with just the right amount of alcohol in his system, if the right girl came along Louis would forget all about the nothing-special eighteen-year-old he had back in the city. Jenna and Mike spend almost every 4
th
of July with their friends in the Hamptons. So I was pretty well versed on what took place outside of city limits.
We rode in the car elevator to the seventh floor of his building. I hadn't yet seen the seventh floor. Louis hadn't given me a full tour of his house. He thought the element of surprise was needed in every relationship. I figured he had more bedrooms, or a gym, perhaps. I was certainly clueless to what was waiting for me up there.
When Louis drew the metal gate up, my mouth dropped open and refused to close. If Louis' house was a huge exaggerated treehouse, then the seventh floor was the top of that tree. Stepping on that terrace that evening felt like we were hovering in the sky looking down on a lush park. All I could see was a field of green and wide-open sky like a blanket all around us. The bright lanterns spanning the rooftop terrace blotted out the sight of any building around us. It felt like we were the last two people on top of the world. In the middle of this sea of green, I saw what looked like a really big arc—a hammock covered in pillows.
Louis broke into my dream state and said, "Seeing all this through your eyes gives me the most content feeling I've ever had. Whatever I achieve and accomplish from now on will be for you, baby."
"Thank you, Louis, that's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me. I love you so much."
The two of us made our way through the bushes and lay down in that hammock. We kissed each other hungrily with our eyes open for what felt like ages, swaying back and forth.
"Take your shorts off … I'm going to make you come so hard you won't even notice the fireworks above you," Louis whispered into my ear.
"I can't take my shorts off; someone will see us," I protested, not being of the exhibitionist type.
"No one can see anything. The walls around us are pretty high. We are nestled between bushes and those lights all around the building are virtually blinding. So unless someone flies over in a helicopter and then shines a light directly on us, we're invisible," he said with a wink, already crouching down to where my fingers had started unbuttoning my white shorts. I wanted what my gorgeous boyfriend was offering. "I'll cover you with a throw anyway, so you won't get cold."
Getting cold with Louis Bruel within a foot of you is an oxymoron. He was already working me out of my underwear. He lay himself between my parted legs and with both hands under my buttocks lifted my crotch up off the hammock and into his face. Louis closed his eyes and dug his nose inside me, inhaling me in like a drug. He took the cover and threw it over his head. It blocked my view of him and my naked torso. The hammock swung from side to side. All I could see was Louis' covered head moving up and down under the dark green cashmere blanket. I could feel his flattened out tongue lapping at my already oozing opening with long lazy strokes that started close to my rear and came up to my clit. When he would reach my clit, I could feel him draw his lips together and suck hard.
"Oh God, Louis that feels so good," I groaned.
"Baby … I'll make it feel even better," he promised. He bit down on my clit softly. That bite sent a bolt of electricity down my legs. To finish me off he blew on my over sensitized nub. He was doing that to me over and over. I was feeling a delicious tightness start to grow in my groin. Louis continued licking and flicking his tongue at my lips until his tongue found my rear. He circled his tongue around my puckered entrance. That foreign sensation had me clenching both my rear and my sex from the unexpected decadent intrusion.
"Mmmmm … you like it when I tease your asshole, don't you? Baby, I need you to relax. Stop thinking and only feel me…" Louis said in a muffled voice under the covers.
My head needed a visual. I pulled the covers off to see the most beautiful man in the world on his knees squatted down on a shaky hammock. He was supporting my rear with both hands and feasting on my mound. I put my hands through his long, now dampened hair, moving his locks back off his face. Louis looked up at me smiling and plunged two fingers inside my sex. He slowly started to pump them in and out. After a few minutes of being assaulted by Louis' long fingers, he added yet another finger to my already quivering hole. It almost looked like he was putting me on like a glove through my open slit. I was stretched out and filled to the brim.
"Fuck baby … I want you to come hard and squirt all over my hand … I want you dripping all over me."
As he looked at me and said those words, I could see the raw lust on his perfect face through my half closed eyes. I couldn't hold on anymore…
"Louis, I'm letting go … it's coming … oh God, Louis I'm coming."
My climax ripped through me with such force that I was sure the spatter of bright light behind my closed lids was my brain having convulsions. When the sound of my heart pumping began to dissipate in my ears, New York City came crushing in all around me. I finally opened my eyes to see a black sky bathed in red, blue, and green bursts of lights exploding above our heads. The lights I saw in the midst of my euphoric state were actually the 4
th
of July fireworks. The loud shooting sound wasn't my heartbeat but the pyrotechnic display. I could swear it felt like they were being shot out of my crotch. I looked at my lover nestled around me like vine. He was watching me watch the fireworks. I kissed his nose.
"Thank you, Louis, that was amazing."
"Baby, you're amazing, I wish I could watch you explode like that all night."
"You could watch me swallow your cock whole with fireworks in the background." He liked it when I spoke dirty back to him. He said hearing the word
fuck
and
cock
leave my lips was a treat.
"Em, I made a vow never to say no to you … swallow away, baby…"
Boys will be boys...
I
f you tell the guys how pussy whipped you have me, I'll withhold all forms of orgasm for a whole day," Louis warned me while on our way to meet his infamous group of friends.
I had yet to meet anyone other than people Louis worked with. I was very anxious to finally meet
The Boys
as Louis referred to them: Max, Phillip, and Andrew—his so-called best friends.
"I'm so nervous. Promise not to leave me alone," I asked, no begged, Louis before we got to the club.
"Em, I promise to not let you more than six inches from me at any time tonight. Relax, I love you and they'll love you."
Famous last words!
We walked up to Phillip's club, Lunna, at around eight o'clock that evening, which was not yet open for business. The club scene in New York only got going at around midnight. The club was located in a converted old church in an area of the city called Hell's Kitchen. Lunna looked very hip. It gave off an exclusive vibe. It was massive, occupying a whole corner and taking up most of the block.
I would never have come to a place like this by myself. I would've felt too intimidated walking up to the door and afraid of not being granted entry. I'd only been to one club in my whole life. Sara's brother, Eddie, took us out with his friends to celebrate his college graduation. My best friend and I were fifteen years old so Eddie had to slip the doorman some money to let us both in. Eddie, being a great older brother, kept us within arm's reach all night. He wouldn't let any guys get near us. He had a protective barrier around me all night, while his best friend Jeffery was safeguarding Sara. I remember begging Jenna to let me tell Mom and Dad I was with them that night at some fundraiser. I got home at two o'clock in the morning, which was way past my eleven o'clock curfew. Eddie and Jeff left the club early to drop Sara home and then he walked me home.
Tonight, having Louis hold my hand, I felt like I could walk on the red carpet at the Oscars and not feel an ounce of intimidation whatsoever. Being out with Louis meant that everyone was always looking at us. He put his hand at the small of my back and led me to the entrance. I was wearing a sexy, black, long halter dress. The dress looked like a black sheet that I'd tied up at my neck. My back was completely bare. No bra for me. The deep plunge in the back was so low that I couldn't even wear underwear. I'd chosen open toe black sandals to help me close the ridiculous height gap between us, and because Louis loved seeing my bare feet. He said to me that after sucking my toes just seeing my feet was a major turn on for him. Louis noticed my lack of bra but he had yet to discover my panty-less state. Louis knocked on the door and after a few minutes, a big burly looking guy with a shaved head and a goatee opened the massive door.
"My man Louis. It's about fucking time. Where have you been, motherfucker? We thought you died somewhere."
The bouncer obviously knew Louis well.
"Joe, it's good to see you're still here. I've been keeping busy," Louis said, giving my hand a squeeze.
"Where are The Boys?" he asked the bouncer, who then looked behind Louis and spotted little scared me.
"Very nice, Louis. I see you brought a toy as a peace offering for The Boys to enjoy tonight. Boss-man won't like you taking away his job. But he'll like her, no doubt," he said laughing and running his eyes down my body. I could feel Louis recoiling at his words and then he visibly stiffened.
"Joe! Right here, look at me. Watch your mouth in the presence of my girl," he said briskly. He then added through gritted teeth, "Nobody plays with her except for me, motherfucker. You should keep your stupid comments to yourself." With that we walked past the now flustered Joe.
As we made our way inside the club toward the bar Louis whispered apologetically in my ear, "Don't pay any attention to Joe, no one else does. He wasn't hired for his wits." He lifted our clasped hands and kissed the back of my hand. I gave him a very brave smile and was rewarded with a wink.
Phillip was the only one of Louis' friends at the club when we arrived. He was very attractive with a dominating air. He was not as tall as Louis but nicely built. Short, curly black hair framed his heart shaped face. His thick dark eyebrows emphasized deep-set blue eyes. When he saw Louis and me approaching, he gave us a Cheshire cat grin. My heart was beating fast. I could only imagine Louis and The Boys breaking hearts everywhere they went. I took small, shallow breaths and tried to relax. I wanted to seem confident. I didn't want his friends to see a scared little girl. Phillip walked over and sat on a divan and watched us as we approach him.
"Lou, really, this is what the most beautiful woman in the world looks like?" Phillip said with a confused look on his face.
My fast beating heart stopped and dropped to the floor. My face probably blanched white. I took a deep wheezing breath to try and keep my tears down. Louis squeezed my hand so hard I thought my bones would shatter.
"You say another stupid comment like that to hurt her feelings tonight and we're done Phil. Consider yourself warned. You can tell The Boys the same," Louis said, seething with anger. Somewhere in the back of my mind I agreed with Phillip and wanted to hand Louis back to his friends where he belonged.
"I get it. Her pussy must be really tight, man. For you to go MIA on us and choose this 'ho over your bros."
All I saw after that was red. Louis let go of my hand and launched himself toward the couch Phillip was sitting on. Phillip didn't even flinch. I had yet to see the man I loved this angry. Louis lifted him off the couch and held him dangling in midair while Phillip was still laughing.