Authors: Kelly Clark
Jenae sat in the arm chair next to the couch with her own yogurt in hand. "I can't imagine he wouldn't after that sickening display on the street."
"Like you've not done anything like that before," Cambry said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jenae replied, digging her spoon into the yogurt cup.
Cambry chuckled. "Let's see, I remember that time with Jason," she said, ticking the names off on her fingers. "Carl, Alec, Nathan, and a certain Jeremy, all of which you did something similar with."
"Whatever," Jenae said, her face turning red.
Before Cambry could reply, she heard her phone ringing from her bedroom. She practically leapt off of the couch and sprinted down the hall to her bedroom so that she could answer it. She saw that it was a number she didn't recognize and swiped her finger over the "Answer" button. "Hello?" she asked, trying not to sound as though she was out of breath.
"Hey, is this Cambry?" came the voice from the other end.
She smiled. "Who wants to know?"
"Well you see," the man said, "I was given this number by this really crazy chick last night, but for some reason she intrigued me. I thought I'd give her a call."
"Hey!" Cambry protested.
Brooks chuckled. "I'm kidding. It's Brooks."
"I know," she said and laid back on her bed. "I don't give my number out to just anybody."
"Well don't I feel special then?" he said.
"You should," Cambry told him with a smile. "So what's up?"
"I was wondering if you'd want to go out with me tonight," Brooks said.
Cambry pumped her hand into the air in excitement. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, trying to sound calm.
"I'd like to take you to dinner at this great restaurant I know of," he told her.
"What is it?" Cambry asked him.
"I'd like to surprise you," Brooks replied. "If you don't mind."
"Hmmm," Cambry said, hesitating for a moment. "That sounds great. What kind of restaurant is it? How fancy do I need to dress? And what time should I be ready?"
She could hear him laughing on the other end of the line. "It's not really fancy. Tennis shoes wouldn't be out of place there. But trust me, the food is fantastic."
Cambry was surprised to hear that. Most of the men she had dated always wanted to take her somewhere fancy where they could show off their class. "Okay," she finally said. "I'm fine with that. What time should I be ready?"
"I'll pick you up around seven?" he said.
Cambry nodded even though Brooks couldn't see. "That's perfect."
"Great," Brooks said. "I can't wait."
They hung up and Cambry squealed. Jenae stood at her bedroom door, waiting to hear a report about the conversation. "What did he say?" she asked.
"He asked me out for dinner," Cambry told her. A large smile crossed her face as she stood and began to rummage in her closet for what she should wear.
"And where is he going to take you?" Jenae asked. "That way I'll know what to help you pick out to wear."
"Well he wouldn't tell me," Cambry said as she pulled out a pair of her skinny jeans that showed off her ass. "When I asked how fancy I should dress, he said tennis shoes would be fine."
"Tennis shoes?" Jenae said, helping her dig in the closest. "We're not doing that."
Cambry shook her head. "No, I'm not wearing tennis shoes on a first date."
Jenae moved out of the closet with a pair of red pumps and a sparkly, red top. "You should wear this," she said, laying the top above the pants on the bed. "And these red heels to match."
Seven o'clock rolled around and Cambry was reading and waiting for Brooks. He showed up right on time, knocking on their apartment door in a pattern. Cambry was excited and felt butterflies flutter through her stomach. "This is it," she whispered to Jenae before she opened the door.
Brooks stood on the other side, one hand in one of the pockets on his dark blue jeans. He wore a darker grey, button-up shirt that emphasized his muscular arms and chest. "Wow," he said when he saw her. "You look stunning."
A smile broke across Cambry's face. "Thank you," she replied. "You look nice as well."
He held his arm out for her to wrap hers through and she accepted, shutting the door behind her. Brooks led her out of the apartment building to a dark blue sports car that was parked out front. "Is this your car?" she asked. Nodding, Brooks opened the door for her. Once she was seated, he closed the door and walked to the driver's side before climbing in. She waited until he was on the road before saying, "How does a bartender afford a car like this?"
He chuckled. "The truth is, I'm not just a bartender. During the day, I work with my father as a senior partner in his company."
Cambry's jaw dropped. She had assumed that his only job was at the club. "What is your father's company?"
"We own several different clubs, the one we met at last night being one of them," Brooks said, shifting his manual shifter in the car.
She was in shock. Cambry certainly hadn't realized that Brooks was wealthy, but it turned out he was, in fact, very wealthy. A few moments later, he pulled the car up in front of a hole-in-the-wall restaurant that resided in between two larger companies. Having never heard of it, she felt nervous about what the food would taste like, but she decided to try to have a positive attitude about it.
They walked in and she saw that there were only about ten tables, but only one of them was being used. Brooks led her to one in the corner and a moment later a man came over and set two waters and two menus on the table before them. "Brooks!" he exclaimed, holding his arms out to the side.
Brooks stood and wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him into a hug. They clapped each other on their backs for a second. "It's good to see you again," Brooks said when he pulled away.
"It's been far too long!" the man said. "And who is this lovely young woman?" he leaned over and placed a kiss on the back of Cambry's hand.
"This is Cambry," Brooks told him, smiling. "Cambry, this is an old family friend, Nicola. He owns this restaurant."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Cambry said with a smile.
Brooks sat back at the table. "We'd like a few moments to order," he told Nicola. "Cambry has never been here before."
"Of course, of course. Welcome to my restaurant, Miss Cambry. I shall return," Nicola said before returning to the kitchen.
Turning to Cambry, Brooks held out one of the menus. "So," he said. "This is a Thai food restaurant, run by an Italian family, in America, which is probably why it's not very well known. But it is delicious."
Cambry laughed and accepted the menu. "Well, that would explain why I've never heard of it." She studied the menu for a few moments before deciding on a Thai chicken salad with a curried dressing. Just as she set the menu down on the table, Nicola returned. She figured he must have been watching them, waiting for when they were ready to order.
"What can I get you?" he asked, pulling a notepad and a pen out of his back pocket.
The rest of the evening flowed well and Cambry found that she really enjoyed Brooks' company. Not only was he handsome and funny, but she found that he was also charming and kind toward others; all of those were characteristics that she found attractive in a man. When they were done eating, Brooks drove them to an ice cream shop where they both ordered strawberry ice cream on sugar cones. As the evening wore to an end, Cambry realized that she hadn't enjoyed herself as much as she had with Brooks in a long time.
Eventually, though, he drove her to her apartment and walked her to her door. As she pulled her keys out of her purse, Brooks took them from her and unlocked the door and opened it for her. "I really enjoyed myself tonight," he said, before she walked into the apartment.
Cambry shyly looked down at her hands, which she held clasped in front of her. "I did too."
Brooks smiled and placed Cambry's keys back into her hand. However, instead of letting go, he wrapped both hands around hers. "I would like to see you again, if you're okay with that," he told her.
She looked into his eyes and nodded. "I'd love that." In her head, she was debating whether or not she should invite him in for a drink. Inviting him inside would imply that she wanted to take him to her bedroom. While that was certainly the truth, she didn't want him to think that she was the kind of girl who slept with guys on the first date on a regular basis. Jenae had told her she would make herself sparse that night in case Cambry wanted to invite him in, so at least she didn't have that to worry about.
While she argued with herself about what to do, Brooks leaned in, pausing inches from her mouth. Cambry pushed herself to him, meeting his lips. Her stomach was a bundle of nerves, but the way he kissed her made her melt. She immediately made up her mind. When they pulled away from each other, she looked into his eyes and said, "Would you like to come in?"
"Only if you're sure that's what you want," Brooks said, but the desire in his eyes told her that he wanted to as much as she wanted him to. Smiling, she took a hold of his hand and pulled him through her front door.
Chapter 3
Before she showed Brooks where her room was, Cambry headed into the kitchen and poured them each a drink. Knowing that she was about to put the moves on Brooks had her stomach doing flips, but not in a bad way. She was nervously excited and she wanted the alcohol to help calm her down.
Immediately she drained her cup, keeping her eyes on Brooks. He noticed and set his glass on her coffee table. "Are you all right?" he asked, placing both of his hands on her shoulders.
Cambry nodded. "Yes, I just don't normally invite a man into my apartment on the first date."
He nodded understandingly. "I can go if you want. We don't have to do this."
She met his eyes and saw that they were filled with concern. "I want to," she whispered after a moment.
Brooks smiled and took her cup, setting it next to his. He pressed his lips against hers, slowly parting them so that he could slip his tongue inside her mouth. She wrapped her hands around his neck and he placed his hands on her ass, lifting her up. As Cambry wrapped her legs around Brooks' waist, he carried her down the hallway. He broke away long enough to ask, "Which one is your room?"
"First one on the left," she said and he carried her into it. After he shut the door with his feet, Brooks walked to her bed and laid her down on it. She watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor by his feet. He reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, then pulled it up over her head. He growled in the back of his throat when he saw that she wore a white lace bra.
Smiling, Cambry sat up and reached behind herself so that she could unhook her bra. She watched Brooks' reaction as she pulled it off, revealing her breasts. Before she could drop it on the floor, he leaned over and began to lick one of her nipples. Cambry gasped and wrapped her hands into his hair.
He slowly began to close his lips around her areola, lightly sucking. She moaned as his tongue swirled in circles. She slowly sat up so that she could reach down and pull open the button on his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. Her eyes widened as his cock was revealed, standing upright before her. "Oh my god," she whispered, taking all of him in. "It's so big."
Lifting the corner of his mouth up, Brooks flashed her a half smile. "And it's all for you," he said.
He straightened and pulled her pants down. Once they were off, Cambry moved herself further onto the bed and Brooks followed her. He placed the tip of his cock at her opening and paused. "Take me," Cambry whispered and he pushed himself inside of her.
Brooks moaned as she moved in her hips in motion with his. He pushed in and out of her and she could feel every inch of him inside of her. After a few moments, she pushed him away and moved so that she kneeled on the bed. "Lie down," she instructed and he smiled, enjoying her taking charge.
Lying down, Brooks positioned himself so that his head was at the end of the bed and his feet were at the top. Cambry placed her legs on either side of him so that she straddled him. As she pushed herself onto his hard cock, Brooks reached his hands up and began to massage her breasts. She moved her hips forward and back. Brooks moaned as he matched her motions, thrusting himself in and out. As they moved in tandem, Cambry felt her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone. She knew that if she continued, she would soon orgasm.
Cambry placed her hands on Brooks' chest to help support herself. Brooks began to moan more loudly and she smiled, listening to him enjoy their intimate time together. "I'm close," he moaned after a moment.
"Me too," she replied. She hoped that he could hold out long enough for them to orgasm together, as that always helped hers last longer. She began to moan loudly as the tension built inside of her. Just a moment later, she felt the tension break as the orgasm swept across her body. She cried out in pleasure at the same time that Brooks did too. She felt him push harder into her with each spasm of his orgasm, pumping his load inside of her.
Once they were done, Cambry pulled away and collapsed on the bed next to him. Brooks immediately jumped up and grabbed a towel that he found on the chair next to her bed so that he could clean her up. He gently wiped her opening and her thighs before he cleaned himself. Then he laid on the bed next to her, still naked. "That was incredible," he told her.