“But if I had you wouldn’t want to hear it right?”
“No, I wouldn’t want to hear it.”
“It’s the same with me. I don’t want to think about you with other girls, Rhett.”
“I’m sorry.” He grabbed my hands. “I’m just so used to telling you everything.”
“I know. This is a hard transition for both of us.”
“I never thought it would be so crazy.” He shook his head. “I thought it would be so easy. We’ve been together forever, but this, this is so different.”
“I know.” I nodded. “I don’t want it to be different. I don’t want us to be different. I don’t want us to hide things from each other.”
“I’m sorry for lying about the strip-club.” He made a face. “I really didn’t want to go, but then I figured I might as well.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked him softly.
“Do I have to answer that?” His blue eyes glittered.
“No.” I huffed out, starting to feel jealous myself.
“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t enjoy it?” His fingers ran across my cheek and he nipped at my nose. “Would you believe me if I told you that all I could think about was you and what you were doing with Holden.” He growled. “I’m sorry for being jealous, but that guy gives me the creeps.”
“So, there’s something you should know.” I paused as his eyes become alert.
“Uh huh and that is?”
“So, maybe Holden tried to kiss me and maybe he thinks he wants to date me.”
“What?” He glared at me. “When you say he tried to kiss you, what exactly did he do?”
“His lips lightly pressed against mine.” I whispered.
“You kissed him?” Rhett jumped off of the couch at the same moment that Tomas came back into the room.
“Uh, is this a bad time?” He cracked a joke and we both glared at him.
“I didn’t kiss him.” I jumped up. “He kissed me and I pulled away from him.”
“And you still went to meet up with him this morning? What the hell, Clemmie?”
“I didn’t go to meet up with him. He happened to be there at the same time.”
“Yeah right.”
“I didn’t kiss him back and I told him off.” I muttered. “It’s not like I’m into him.”
“He knows you have a boyfriend, why did he kiss you?” Rhett grumbled, still looking pissed.
“He said that he doesn’t think you’re good enough for me.” I said, my face turning red.
“Oh snap.” Tomas exclaimed and then headed to the door. “I think I’mma head out right now.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Rhett’s eyes never left mine. “Call me when you’re headed back.”
“Most probably tomorrow.” Tomas said and opened the door. “I’ll see you two lovers later.”
“So do you agree with him?” Rhett asked as soon as Tomas closed the door.
“Agree with who?” I said softly.
“Do you agree with butt face? Do you think I’m not good enough for you?”
“Are you joking Rhett Madison?” I took a deep breath. “If I agreed with him, would I still be here? Would I have told you?” I pressed my fingers into his chest. “You’re really annoying me, you know that right?”
“I’m annoying you?” He pushed a finger into my shoulder.
“Yes.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“You’re annoying me.” He stepped towards me and leaned down. “And that tongue is mine.” He whispered before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. His lips pressed down on mine and my hands reached for his hair as we kissed deeply and passionately. I felt his hands on my back running down to my hips and bringing me towards him. My breasts crushed against his chest and he groaned against my lips as his right hand moved up to the back of my head. I kissed him back eagerly and slipped my hands down the back of his boxer shorts and touched his tight ass. “Don’t play with fire, Clemmie.” He groaned and adjusted his position so that his hardness was pressed up against my stomach. “I want you so badly.”
“I know.” I laughed and touched his hardness tenderly. “Your body’s telling me that.”
“Your fingers are telling me that that makes you happy.” His hand grasped my fingers. “Can we make love or do you have something to do?” There was a hopeful look in his eyes and a thrill of excitement ran through me as I stared into his bright blue eyes.
“I think there’s something we could do that would be pretty exciting.”
“Oh yeah?” He leaned back and looked at me as his hand ran up to my breast. “What’s that?”
“Well, I was thinking we could go out and—”
“I don’t want to go out.” He looked disappointed.
“Listen to me, Rhett.” I grinned. “We can go out somewhere and you know.”
“No.” He shook his head. “What?”
“You know.” I blushed as I waited for him to get it. He was so slow sometimes.
“I know a lot of things, but I have no idea what you want us to go out and do, unless it’s me going over to Holden’s and giving him a piece of my mind.”
“Forget Holden. This is about us.” I squeezed his hardness again and he groaned.
“Clemmie...” He muttered as he played with my nipple.
“Rhett, I want to go out without any panties.”
“No panties?” He looked intrigued and then it hit him. “Oh, no panties.” His eyes lit up. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yes.” I nodded shyly, unable to believe what I was agreeing to. “Let’s go and get it on outside of the house.”
“Yes!” He picked me up and swung me around the room, carrying me to the bedroom and dropping me on the bed and then collapsing next to me and kissing me all over.
“Rhett,” I pushed him off of me. “If you keep this up we won’t make it out of the house.”
“So where are we going?” He asked excitedly. “A restaurant? I’ve always wanted to have sex in a booth.”
“Are you joking?” I laughed. “How obvious would that be?”
“You’d just get on my lap and pretend to be whispering something to me.”
“That’s not going to happen.” I laughed. “There is no way that people would not suspect that we’re having sex.”
“How’s about in the movie theater?”
“No Rhett.”
“At the gym?”
“How are we going to have sex at the gym?” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Well, you can go on the—”
“Not happening Rhett.” I giggled. “I was thinking a restroom at the mall.
“What?” He made a face. “A restroom?”
“You know, one of those family restrooms.” I stroked his face. “We could rush in and then do it and sneak back out again.”
“Oh.” He stared at my lips. “That’s not exactly what I was thinking?”
“What were you thinking?”
“Something a bit sexier, a bit kinkier.”
“Rhett.” I groaned. “How kinky?”
“Well not public restroom kinky.” He laughed.
“I don’t know. I don’t want anyone to see us.”
“Isn’t that part of the fun?”
“You think people watching us would be fun?” My jaw dropped. Did Rhett have a thing for people watching him have sex? How had I never realized that before?
“No silly.” He ran his hand up the side of my thigh. “The thrill is the possibility of getting caught. Getting caught itself is not fun, trust me.”
“You’ve been caught before?” I asked softly, my heart pounding.
“No, but Tomas has.” He grinned. “And let’s just say his grandma and her friends weren’t impressed.”
“His grandma and her friends?” My eyes widened. Had Tomas slept with one of his grandma’s friends?
“Yeah, he went to visit her at her retirement home and hooked up with one of the nurses.” He laughed. “He wasn’t invited back, I can tell you that.”
“Tomas is such a dog.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe some of the stories you tell me about him.”
“He hooked up with Penelope.” Rhett said hesitantly and I knew he was scared that he’d get into trouble for bringing her up.
“No way, what?” I gasped, unable to believe my ears. Penelope had been one of my best friends until recently. Our friendship had faded after I’d found out she’d tried to sleep with Rhett. I could have forgiven her for that fact as she’d attempted to have sex with him before I’d been dating him, but even after she realized we had feelings for each other, she tried to manipulate the both of us and I couldn’t forgive her for that.
“Yup. She’s such a ho.”
“Rhett, that’s not nice.” I shook my head and frowned. “Why is she the ho? Why isn’t Tomas a ho?”
“They’re both hoes.” His fingers slipped under my shirt and made their way up to my bra.
“Then do you think you’re a ho as well?”
“I’m a one woman man now, Clemmie. I’m no ho.”
“Why are we talking about ho’s?” I moaned as he unclasped my bra.
“I have no idea. There are other things I’d rather be doing.” He leaned down and kissed my stomach. “You taste like peaches.” He licked up to my breasts and pulled my top up.
“Rhett.” I moaned. “Be quiet.” I grabbed his head and pulled him down to kiss me.
“Wait, no.” He paused a mere inch away from my lips.
“What?” I groaned, wanting to feel him against me. My body was crying out for his touch. It was like he was made for me and me for him. When we made love, I felt as if my whole body were on fire. There was nothing that connected us more than the physical act of sex and I couldn’t quite get over how amazing it felt.
“What about the park?” He whispered before nibbling on my left nipple.
“The park?” I squirmed on the bed, wishing I hadn’t brought up the public sex idea. It had been a spur of the moment thought and now it seemed that Rhett didn’t want to let it go.
“Not a bench or anything.” He laughed. “We’ll take a picnic and then we’ll take a nap together.”
“A nap?” I was confused.
“Well, we will pretend we’re napping.” He grinned and then winked at me. “Capisce?”
“I think so.” I could feel myself getting excited. “You think it will work?”
“I know so.” I could see he was excited as well. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Wait, I have to change my shorts to a skirt.” I giggled as I tried to do my bra up again.
“No, no, take that off as well.” He laughed. “No bra and no panties.”
“Rhett.” I groaned. “You’re a pervert and you’re corrupting me.”
“Don’t you like being corrupted?”
“No.” I laughed as I pulled my top off and then took my bra completely off. I could see Rhett’s eyes narrow as he stared at my naked breasts. I stared at the throb in his throat and smiled sweetly. “What are you thinking?” I asked softly as I walked to the closet and looked for another top slowly.
“I’m thinking we might not make the park.” He walked up behind me and kissed my shoulders as his hands circled my waist and then reached up to cup and squeeze my breasts. “God, but I love you Clementine.” He groaned in my ear as he pinched my nipples, his erection pressed into my ass. “Only you can make me feel like this.” I closed my eyes as he fondled my breasts and kissed my hair. “I love the smell of you. I love the touch of you. I love the taste of you.” He whispered into my ear as he kissed it. “Let’s never argue again. Let’s only be together, happy and carefree.”
“Life doesn’t always go like that.” I moaned as his fingers touched me more aggressively.
“We’ll beat life at its’ own game, my love.” His right hand slid down between my legs. “Now let’s go have some fun in the park.”
Chapter Five
Rhett
We were back in George Square when the rain gave way.
There’s something in how the spring comes so suddenly.
And the dress she wore was yellow.
And the rain was in her hair.
How bad I wanted to tell her that I would always be there.
“George Square” by David Berkeley-
Some Kind of Cure
“But we don’t actually have a picnic.” Clementine looked around nervously as we placed the sheet on the ground.
“We have a picnic basket that looks like we had a picnic and an old wine bottle.”
“It just seems so devious.” She groaned and held her skirt tightly to her legs.
“The wind isn’t going to blow your skirt up Clemmie. You’re not going to be exposed to the world.”
“You have no idea what could happen.” She blushed and then groaned. “This is seeming like a really bad idea, Rhett.”
“Why?” I pulled my belt off and placed it in a plastic bag. Then I looked down and realized that had been for nothing. I wasn’t going to be taking my pants off, so I really didn’t need to take my belt off.
“I can see little kids.” She moaned and ran her hands across her eyes. “Let’s not and say we did.”
“Let’s do and say we did.” I said and then grinned and looked around. “What kids are you talking about? I don’t see anyone.”
“I just saw a little boy riding past on his bike.” She made a face.
“Clementine, we’re covered by a bunch of trees. I really doubt that anyone is going to see us.”
“There are eyes everywhere.”
“Yeah, I mean maybe someone has a pair of binoculars and is spying on us, but they’re not going to see much, we’ll be under the blanket.”
“Binoculars? What?” She made a face and I groaned. Now I was giving her reasons to say no that she hadn’t thought of.
“I mean I doubt anyone has any.” I said stiffly and grabbed her hands. “Come on, Clemmie, this is going to be fun. Just some good ol’ fashioned American fun.”
“Sex in the park is good ol’ fashioned American fun?” She raised an eyebrow at me. “Really? Did the President create a law that said all ye citizens must have sex in public places.”
“Yes, he did.” I laughed. “He even said that those going for citizenship can prove their loyalty to the country by engaging as well.”
“That’s a great exam to have to pass.” She paused. “First, tell me if you can name the first President of the United States and now tell me if you’ve had sex on a park bench?”
“I have heard that there have been no complaints.” I nodded as I kissed her lightly. “All new citizens have been polled and they love their new country.”
“Hmm,” she kissed me back. “Does that mean that I’m going to be kicked out if I say no.”
“Yes, Clementine. If you do not have sex with me in the park today, you’ll be sent packing back to the country of your forefathers.”
“What country is that then Rhett?”