SATURDAY NITE aka CAROL'S CHEER-UP FIC BY WHLWTCHER
PART TWO
NOTE: This story is rated NC-17 by the author. If you are under 18, or would be offended by strong language and sexual situations this story is NOT for you.
PART TWO
As expected, it was an incredibly boring party. Everyone in town filled the Palace Ballroom, everyone in town dressed in their glamour best to wish Mr. & Mrs. Sam Rappaport a happy anniversary.
From my view from the barstool, Sam and Vicki were in their glory holding court as they stood by the patio doors, thanking people for coming, placing their gifts on the gift table. The women hugged and kissed Vicki who positively beamed with happiness, the men forcefully shaking Sam's hand, patting him on the back before moving on to hug and kiss his wife. It was amazing how normally everyone could be at each other's throats, fighting and feuding, divorcing and screwing each other, literally and figuratively. But when a party happened, it was amazing. Everyone was everyone's best friend again, happy and smiling. Truly sickening, I shake my head, watching the display, sipping my scotch & water.
I search the room for my people, finding in one corner; Starr standing next to some boy I hadn't officially met yet. He was a kid Dorian and her husband, Sykes was fostering, some kid from Angel Square. When he first heard about it from Blair, he instantly thought it was a ploy the then Mayoral candidate and his wife had cooked up to gain more votes. That would be so totally like the windbag and the boy_scout to take some poor, disadvantage orphan and take him into their stately manor to get people to think they are sympathetic to the cause. And part of him believed it, the cynical part anyway. Dorian doted over the boy, openly showing her adoration with touches and kisses. Even usually wooden Sykes looked upon the boy with loving eyes. Boggles the mind. And during Sykes' campaign, it just smelled of political ploy. It had to be a farce, but after hearing tales from Starr and Blair, he had to admit that he might, just might be wrong. All indications were that the Mayor and his wife adored their foster son and the feeling was mutual. Away from the lights of TV cameras that love was still evident. Again, mind boggling.
Next to Starr and the boy were Michael, Meghan, Jessie and Will, laughing, drinking, eating. Yeah, they were having a good time, as well as Tea who was heading to the ladies room after giving her congratulations to the happy couple. With a smile on my face, I decided to follow her but was waylaid as I crossed the room. "Hey Pal!" The chipper voice permeating the fog that was lust for my wife. I turned to see Sam and Vicki smiling the same identical annoying smile at me. God they were disgustingly perfect for each other.
"Hey Sam, Vicki. Um, congratulations and all. " Again, they smile. I roll my eyes.
"I was hoping that you'd come tonight, Todd. I know how you hate parties."
They know this yet they still invite me was what I was thinking as she takes me into her arms, hugging me. My arms remain at my side. Between you and me, as much as I liked having her hug me, I hated when she did it in public. Annoyed the crap out of me.
He nodded in response looking across the room like he was looking for something. I release him and he exhales, like he was holding his breath as I hugged him.
She's doing it again, smiling and looking at me. Its such a Vicki look, I swear I expect her to start singing like Julie Andrews any minute now. She's so happy she could just pop. She's married to Sam, she's got me married off with kids, her kids' lives are all straightened out and now they are happy so she must be ready to bust a gut with happiness. I could puke from the sweetness of it all.
"I'm looking for Tea." I tell her to which she nodded.
"I think she went into the restroom so I won't keep you. I wanted to come over and ask you if its OK if little Michael spends the night with us. Jess, Will and Meghan are staying over and we've thought it would be fun to have a sleep_over. I've checked with Blair and Tim and they are letting Starr stay over. How about it?"
I shrug, looking over towards the hallway to the restroom. She hadn't come out yet. "If he wants to. Cool with me. I think Tea will go for it too."
"Excellent!" she smiles again, taking Sam's arm. "We are going to have brunch tomorrow so be sure to tell Tea so that you two can come over. Nothing big, just having the family over. It's been such a long time since we've all been together."
"We're together now." I tell her, watching as Sam frowns at my honesty. Vicki laughs. "Well, I met just us, our family. It's nice getting together and spending time together, especially with the young ones. Dorian and John are coming too, bringing Alejandro with them. It should be fun."
"Yeah, whatever." I say thinking if she thought that was fun, she really should get out more. "Just make sure all the bullshit is checked at the door. You know how I never get to eat when we have family meals."
"We'll try, Pal." Sam laughed, patting my arm.
"Gotta go. Thanks and congrats." Making my way towards the back of the room, I growled at anyone who looked like they wanted to make conversation with me. Funny but it was quite effective. I'd recommend you trying it sometimes.
Opening the door slightly, I peeked in scanning the room for my prize. I smile when I find her standing before the mirror, touching up her makeup. I walk into the room watching as she sees my reflection in the mirror. She turns to say something but was cut short by the gasp of another woman coming in behind me.
"Well, I never!" the old bag gasped, her eyes as big as saucers, her hand clutching her very wrinkled neck.
"And it shows." I tell her, pushing the door closed, forcing her out of the room. "Try the other one out in the lobby, this ones closed." For dramatic effect, I flicked the lock on the door hearing her muddle as she moved away from the door. Turning back to Tea, her laughter causing me to smirk.
"You shouldn't be here." She tells me, smiling as she watches me advance.
"I do lots of things I shouldn't do." I tell her, advancing quickly knowing I probably had only a few moments. The old broad in pearls would no doubt be hightailing it back here with security so he had to be quick. I raise an eyebrow at his statement, half knowing what he was here to do. Payback, I thought as he backed me against the sink, his hand on my hip. He wants to tease me like he thinks I teased him by cutting short our afternoon interlude for the party.
"Oh really?" I asked as his hands slowly slide up my thighs, inching my skirt up with it. He nods in response. "Lots and lots of things I shouldn't. I'm a bad boy sometimes." His voice was a whisper, deep, throaty, his breath feeling warm on my face. My breathing began to quicken, my body starting to throb. Hell my teeth ached for this man I wanted him so deeply.
I spun her around, looking into the mirror at her reflection, smiling as she looked back at me with lust and surprise. There would be no mistake of my desire for her as I moved closer to her pressing myself into her backside.
Placing her hands on the counter for balance, I suppressed a moan as his hands moved higher, taking my skirt higher on my legs, over my thighs to my hips. I opened my eyes in time to watch his reflection in the mirror as he realized the secret beneath my dress. Two can play at this game, Manning.
Good lord, she wasn't wearing underwear, I realized looking into her eyes from the mirror. A smile played on her lips as she arched her back slightly, rubbing her naked backside against the straining front of my pants.
"And I'm a bad girl sometimes" she whispered to my reflection, my excitement throbbing as she seductively continued her dance against me.
His breath quickened as he watched my hips slightly grinding against the front of him. The palms of his hands on my naked waist were hot, wet against my skin, burning my sensitive skin. Pulling me back against him, I could feel him press harder into me, my sex clinching at the pressure of his hardness against my backside. I watched as he moved his hand from my waist, moaning as he placed his hand exactly where he knew I liked it.
She moaned, closing her eyes as I massaged her, letting my fingers gently brush against her the way she liked it. She arched her back more, placing all of her weight on her hands firmly planted on the counter, sighing as my fingers continued it circular dance across her swollen clit.
Pressing more in me, leaning me more into the counter, I bit my lip as I felt his long, slim finger enter me, deeply, stroking me, before withdrawing to continue massaging me. Kissing her neck, I smile against her skin as I feel her hand on mine, guiding my finger back where it was before deep inside her. He moans against my skin as I clutch/release his finger, my body shuddering from the pleasure a single digit could give. I feel myself throb as my finger strokes inside her, her sex become wetter with my manipulations.
As much as I was enjoying the physical stimulation and visual stimulation of what was to come, I knew I had to stop. I only started this to tease her. Make her feel how I feel every time she's in the room. With regret, I withdraw my hand, watching as she opens her eyes now mixed with confusion and lust. She was panting now, I could tell she was close. My cock twitched at the thought. I smile, trying not to dwell on it.
"If you say 'just think how wonderful it will be when we finally do', I'll grab you by the…"
I cut off her threat by grabbing her chin, turning her slightly to take her mouth letting my tongue play with the tip of hers. She turns, wrapping her arms around me deepening the kiss with a slant and a moan, rubbing herself against me.
Reluctantly I tear my mouth away from hers, our breathing coming in ragged pants. "Vicki's taking Michael tonight." I tell her as she nips at my lips, her hands in my hair, rubbing herself more urgently against me.
"I'll say our good-byes, you get the car, I'll meet you out front." She rushed, sucking my top lip with hers. Pulling away from me, she smoothed down her skirt, turning to check herself in the mirror. She smiles at me in the reflection, nodding down at my bottom half, "I think you should button your suit_coat."
Considering there was a prominent bulge there, I have to admit she was right so I buttoned the coat, grateful I had the fashion sense to like duster_length suit coats. I kissed her cheek, retreating immediately, not trusting myself with anything deeper. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door, opening it just in time to run face to wrinkles with the old bag with pearls. I leered at her, causing her to bristle, the equally old security guard behind her opening his mouth to say something but missing his opportunity. Tea was moving much to fast and the determined look on her face shut him up immediately.
We parted with a quick kiss and moved quickly in opposite directions, her to say her good-byes and me to get to the valet, pronto.
