Her eyes get even bigger. “Fuck, Paul, that’s younger than Trey would be if he was alive. Do you have any idea how that looks? How messed up that is?” Her eyes start to fill with tears. “What’s gotten into you? I understand that you’re hurting, but this is—”
“I don’t give a shit how it looks,” I snarl. “He’s not some form of messed up therapy, Rachel. He’s the best thing that has happened to me since I lost you two. We aren’t doing anything wrong by being together.” I glare at her and move to stand. “You know what I love about this whole thing? You’re excited and happy for me to be in a relationship again as long as it fits your heteronormative standards of what that relationship should look like. A five-four curvy brunette who probably works at a bank and has a teenage kid or two. And you’re judging Charlie without having even met him yet. What is acceptable to you? A three year age difference? Six? Twelve? How many years is too many? What number is acceptable until I have to tell the man I want to be with that I can’t be because of our ages, even though he’s my best friend and he’s made me feel like life is actually worth living again?”
I take a breath and then say slightly more calmly but just as firmly, “You know the hardest part of all of this is trying to convince myself that I have any right to care for him the way that I do, especially after all the bullshit we put Trey through. Yet for some crazy mixed up reason, he wants me, too. And I’ve been miserable long enough, so yeah, I’m fucking a nineteen-year-old, because he makes me happy. And for the first time in a long ass time I’m letting myself be happy, and I don’t need your approval or your permission.”
“Paul,” she calls, but I ignore her and make my way out of the restaurant. I want to be at home right now, with Charlie. I want his arms around me and his body against mine. I need him right now. The longer I have to wait to have him the more my body aches for him.
CHARLIE
I worked until midnight last night, and thank god I have today off and so does Paul. So as soon as he gets back from his lunch date with Rachel we can spend the day together. He explained that they have lunch together every month, and not only that but that she’s getting re-married soon and he’s the one walking her down the aisle. I guess our current situation isn’t the only thing in his life that’s a bit unusual. I’d rather he have an ex-wife that’s a friend, though, than one he can’t stand. It’s good for him. He needs friends. I’m hoping their get-together goes well.
I showered this morning and dressed in my skater skirt with the black and white stripes on it and my cropped black hoodie with the mesh sleeves. The best part, though, is that my panties came yesterday, and underneath my skirt are the dark purple ones that Paul wanted me to get so badly he practically came on the spot while we were shopping. I can’t fucking wait until he sees me in them. My ass has never looked better, if I do say so myself.
I start from my spot on the couch when I hear the front door opening, and then Paul’s deep voice saying my name.
I stand as he enters the room. He gives me a soft smile, but the fact that he’s home so early, and the way his shoulders are slumped tells me his date didn’t go so well.
“Is everything okay?” I ask. He reaches me and presses a kiss to my forehead. Then he takes my hand and pulls me to the couch. He sits and I straddle him.
“It is now. Missed you.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose and breathes me in.
I chuckle. “It was less than an hour.” I sift my fingers through his hair. “How was it?”
He sighs. “It could have gone better.”
“I’m sorry.”
He tightens his arms around me and I rest my forehead against his. “I just want to hold you.”
“Here I am.” I give him a soft smile.
He smiles back at me and presses his lips to mine in a gentle kiss before looking me over just like he did before he left. He hums. “God, I like this outfit.”
I grin. “You like all of my outfits.” He flushes adorably and I kiss him. “I made a little adjustment to it. You wanna see?” He raises an eyebrow at me and I stand, then I lower the zipper on my skirt. It falls to the floor, pooling at my feet. His eyes go wide and he scoots forward on the couch, sucking in a breath. I’m rock hard already and the panties barely contain my erection.
“Charlie,” he half growls, half whispers. Then his hands are on my hips, and he’s pulling me back onto his lap. I straddle him once more and we kiss fiercely, our mouths exploring each other, our tongues tangling. His hands find their way into the back of my panties, and I feel his rough palms against my bare skin. I moan at the sensation and push myself up on my knees, gripping his cheeks in my hands and angling his head just right. I suck on his tongue and he moans. I feel his cock hard against me from behind the confines of his jeans.
“Oh, Charlie,” he grunts in between kisses. “You feel so good.”
“Shut up and kiss me.” He falls back on the couch and I lie on top of him, our cocks grinding together. I run my fingers through his hair and his moans get louder. There’s still layers of clothes between us, but this feels so damn good. His hands knead my ass cheeks as we dry hump each other, the friction absolutely delicious. I’m shaking against him as I feel a wave of pleasure race down my spine, and I start to whimper, my mouth still melded to his.
He pulls away from the kiss and I sit up. His hand slides into my panties and he begins to stroke me. I arch my back, drinking in the pleasure. “Don’t stop,” I beg, my eyes closed as I thrust into his hand shamelessly. I fist my hands in my hair and let him play with my cock and balls until the pleasure is so overwhelming I think I might black out. “Oh god, yes,” I whine. “Papa Bear.”
“You’re so beautiful on top of me, Charlie,” I hear him tell me, and it makes me want to weep at the same time that I feel my balls drawing up. I’m so fucking close. “Come for me, sweet boy. Come hard for me. Fill my hand with your gorgeous spunk, sweetheart.”
I cry out, and my body shakes as I do exactly what he told me to. My release fills his hand and I feel it soaking through my panties and dripping down my leg.
“Beautiful,” he says, and pulls me down for a kiss. He grabs a tissue and uses it to wipe off his hand, then tosses it to the floor. I crash on top of him, feeling his still very hard cock underneath me. I’m jello right now, but I desperately want to reciprocate.
“Give me a second and I’ll blow you,” I tell him, trying to catch my breath.
“You’re fine,” he says. “I don’t need anything more. This was gift enough. You were incredible, Charlie.”
I flush. Can he really mean that? Can he really find pleasure in getting me off, and be satisfied in that? I lift my head and look at him.
“You wanna come to Rachel’s wedding with me?” he asks, sifting his fingers through my hair.
“Am I invited?” I’ve never been to a wedding before, but I’ve always wanted to go to one. They sound so elegant, and I love the idea of dancing with Paul and getting dressed up, maybe even meeting some of his friends.
