A Model Romance Ch. 15

Anna smiled at me. The same smile that had pulled me in on the first day we met, and the same smile I hoped to see every day until my dying breath, and then some more if any of the religious groups preaching about the afterlife turned out to be correct. I don't even remember what I'd said to earn that smile this time, I was so lost in her beauty.

We were lying in bed, resting. Today was my birthday, and I didn't know what our plans were for the rest of the day, having agreed to hand that over to my girlfriend. She'd let me know we had some time to rest before we got moving, which was a near necessity after our energetic morning. Anna had presented me with what she said was only the first gift of the day when I woke up; I would have died a happy man without anything else, given that the first gift was her anal virginity.

"So, what are we up to next?" I asked curiously.

"Well, we're going to shower and then head out - I have some reservations for us. You have some gym shoes, right?" she asked, her head still resting on my shoulder while she ran her fingers around my naked chest.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Just going to be doing a little walking, that's all," she said nonchalantly, giving nothing away. "I was a little worried that I was going to be sore after I chose this order for your day, but I think I'm mostly alright, it's not as bad as I thought it would be," she said. I could hear the mirth in her voice, and I grinned.

"Maybe I just didn't go hard enough, then?" I teased.

"Nope, that is definitely not it," she said, immediately shutting down by teasing, but smiling despite herself. Just as I was coming up with a bit more banter, my phone started buzzing. "I need to get you a nightstand so your phone isn't always on the floor," Anna remarked thoughtfully as I reached down off the bed to grab it. Anna took advantage of my twisted body to playfully squeeze my butt.

"It's my mom," I said. Before I could accept the call, Anna chimed in.

"Well, definitely don't tell her she called at exactly the right time and that if she'd been ten minutes earlier, you'd have been busy, buried balls deep up my ass," she whispered in my ear, giggling. I rolled my eyes with a smile. "I'll jump in the shower, join me when you're done," she added quickly, and got off the bed. I swiped to answer the phone, but my eyes were fixated on Anna's sexy body as she walked naked to the bathroom.

"Hello?" came the voice on the other end of the call. I'd gotten distracted.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I covered for my momentary lapse.

"Happy birthday, Charlie!" she said in an excited voice.

"Thanks, Mom. How are you and Dad?" I asked, standing up to stretch. I felt a little weird, being naked on the phone with my mom, still a little sweaty from sex, but it wasn't like she could see me.

"We're good, although we're wondering when our son is going to come visit us," she said, admonishing me in a playful tone. Before I could respond, I heard my dad's voice.

"Happy birthday, son," he said. "Ignore your mom, we know you're busy with your new job, come down when you can. If not, we'll come up there soon." My parents lived in South Florida, just outside Fort Lauderdale.

"I meant to call you. My girlfriend has to go to Miami for work late this week, and I thought I'd make a weekend out of it with her, and you could meet her?" I asked. I heard the shower start up in the bathroom, but decided to step into the hallway to continue the conversation. "I haven't asked her yet, but if you guys are free..." I trailed off.

"Is this the girl you met at Disney that you told us about? Getting serious then, huh?" my dad chimed in.

"Her name is Anna, and um, a little more than that, actually..." I hesitated. "I'm going to propose." I barely heard my dad say something about that being fast over my mom's shrieking. "Yeah, it is fast," I said once she had calmed down to around 50%. "But it feels right. I wanted you both to meet her first, but we didn't find a weekend to make it down there with all the job craziness, so I'd love it if you were free next weekend."

"I have a fishing charter on Saturday with some friends," my dad said, seemingly unfazed by my revelation, but my mom nearly shouted at him.

"Oh, please, Richard, you'll cancel it, he might be bringing a fiancée," she declared impatiently. I didn't hear any dispute and grinned a little. "We're free, Charlie, you just tell us when you know if you'll be here," she said, her voice now sweet. I laughed.

"I'll confirm with Anna and let you know. You guys are going to love her, she's amazing," I told them. My mom gushed some more about being excited to meet her.

"Finally, another girl in the family," she got out.

"Calm down, Mom, she hasn't said yes yet," I said. I was pretty sure I heard a scoff on the other end.

"Nobody could turn you down, Charlie," my mom said lovingly. I almost heard my teenage self saying, 'Mom, stop.'

"That's cause he's got my looks," my dad joked.

"Yeah, well, he can thank me that he didn't get your pasty skin," she joked at my dad.

"Alright, well, I've got to go, but I'll talk to you soon. Thanks for calling, I'll hopefully see you next weekend," I cut in. They broke from their unserious arguing to say goodbye, and I slipped back into Anna's room and tossed my phone onto the bed. Then I headed into the bathroom.

When I stepped onto the tile white tile floor, I saw the steam-filled shower cubicle off to my right. Anna was vaguely visible through the fogged glass, with the curved shape of her body tantalizingly obscured. Her head was tilted back as she rinsed her hair, her back arched ever so slightly. She was a goddess, even in low resolution.

The magnetic handle made a noise as I pulled open the glass door, causing Anna to turn towards me and grin, water dripping down her unblemished skin. My eyes immediately gravitated to her chest, her full, round breasts capped by achingly perfect pink nipples. Droplets of water cascaded over the swell of her chest. Anna must have seen my eyes drop, because she moved her arms to press her tits together and winked at me. I smiled and pulled her into a hug before my lips met hers.

Our kiss didn't stop, building slowly in intensity as we shared the heat of the water. I could feel her body melting into mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, her abs meeting mine. My right hand cradled the back of her head, and my left slid up and down her slippery back, feeling her toned muscles extend down to the swell of her perky butt. My manhood didn't wait for an invitation, hardening to full length between us and brushing against her belly. Anna's arms were both around my neck until she felt me grow between her; then her right hand slowly slid down the edge of my chest until sneaking between our moist skin to find my erection.

She separated an inch or two from me to give her hand room to move. Without breaking the kiss, her wrist began to slowly pump my shaft, each upward movement ending with a gentle twist around the head that sent a tingle through me. Her soft hand drove me wild, setting every nerve in my cock aflame with desire while maintaining its almost maddeningly slow rhythm.

"You're hard again already," she gasped with a smile as we broke apart to breathe.

"Sorry, you bring it out in me," I said.

"Never, ever apologize for this masterpiece of a cock," she whispered in my ear. "Hard is exactly how I wanted you - I was planning on just rubbing soap on my tits to get you there, but it was even easier than that," she giggled.

"Well, cleanliness is important, don't let me stop you," I said seriously. Anna grinned, but let go of my dick and grabbed a bottle off the shelf before squirting some of its contents into her hands. Looking up at my eyes, she started to wash her body. First, she soaped up her abs, then moved up to her breasts, covering them in foamy bubbles. I stared with zero shame, and her smile only grew, so that was evidently what she was going for.

When it came time to do her legs, she lifted her foot onto the bench. This was a particularly sexy move, given that the bench was behind me from her, so her thigh brushed against my hip and her sex hovered an inch or two from the throbbing purplish head of my cock. Anna just looked up at me coyly while she rubbed soap into her toned thigh. Then she repeated the spectacle with her other leg.

My hand almost involuntarily made to touch her, to rub her and tease her clit. Anna stopped me.

"I'm still sore. It's not so bad, but it might hurt a little to have sex right now since it's right in the same general spot," she said, her eyes watching mine. Of course, she only found understanding. "But don't worry. I've got plans for you," she said with a wink, pressing down on my shoulder to sit me on the bench. Then she turned around.

I watched as she soaped up her perfect glutes, firm with just the right amount of softness and jiggle. I was mesmerized as I watched her perfect cheeks getting washed right in front of my face, and my situation only intensified as she bent down to wash her legs, her slit visible between her cheeks only a foot in front of me. It wouldn't be until after the shower that I would realize that she'd already washed her legs and that little display was entirely for my benefit.

As quickly as she'd turned away, Anna spun around and grabbed the soap bottle again. This time, the focus of her attention was my body, and she started washing my shoulders and chest. Her hands massaged their way down, cleaning my abs before she skipped ahead to my thighs with a wink and a smile.

"Saving the best part for last, Charlie," she said softly. When the rest of me had been rubbed down, Anna added a little bit more soap to her hands and then moved in on my manhood. Her left hand tentatively slid up my inner thigh before cradling my balls, and her right hand gripped my shaft and began to stroke me.

"It's very important to scrub hard," she teased as she squeezed my cock and worked her hand up and down. Her other fingers teased my balls as she soaped me up. I sighed in pleasure and enjoyed the show while she worked hard to make sure my cock was devoid of anything but soap bubbles.

After a little while, she took her hand from my sack and used it to rub some of the lather between her tits. I could see where this was going, and I had no complaints whatsoever. Anna leaned forward, her large breasts pressing into my thighs, and then adjusted her kneeling position to bring them up to my eager erection. Without any wasted time, she began to massage my length with her soft, soapy tits, and I groaned happily from my spot on the bench. Steam still filled the shower around us.

"I love your cock, Charlie," Anna declared with a smile. "You look so hot between my tits, don't you think?" I nodded my agreement, and Anna giggled. "What, no words?" she asked with a teasing look.

"Speechless," I grunted after a longer pause than normal, as I felt the needles of pleasure sliding along my cock. Anna had arguably the best pair of tits on the planet - big but not too large, full but not sagging, and torturously soft. My shaft was currently in heaven, and I watched intently as my cockhead slipped out of the top of her cleavage on each stroke.

"Good, that means I'm doing a good job, and a good job means I get your cum, birthday boy," she said, her voice dropping in register and taking on a seductive tone. "And you know how much I love your cum," she added. My cock twitched against her chest and she smiled.

"You look so fucking pretty," I finally got out. Anna's smile lit up the enclosed shower space, and her big blue eyes met mine, full lashes framing her beautiful azure orbs perfectly. Her hair, darker brown than usual since it was soaked, fell in strands around her gorgeous face, her cheeks flushed slightly from the heat or arousal or both.

"Thank you," she said, and I swore she blushed a little. That didn't stop her, though, and her pillowy tits continued to slide up and down my length. Most of the soapy lubricant had been washed away by now, but all that did was increase the friction by a bit. Anna compensated by releasing me from her chesty grip and stroking me with her right hand while her left arm made a shelf to lift her breasts towards my hungry gaze. As she jerked me, she guided the tip to brush against her pink areolas, her nipples hard and pointy as they slid across the underside of my cock.

"Fuck," I groaned. She was playing me perfectly, and despite having only been touching me for a couple of minutes, and my having emptied a load inside her half an hour ago, I was approaching the brink.

"Do you like my tits, Charlie?" she teased, asking a patently ridiculous question. I nodded again, unable to speak while she jerked me faster. "They're pretty too," she said, confirming her question. "I'd bet they'd look nice with your cum on them, don't you think?"

We didn't have to imagine what they'd look like, because like she'd planned, her dirty talking set me off, and the first rope of my cum splattered across her left breast. My mind was filled with fireworks. She kept stroking, her hand working intensely as though she was going to pull my orgasm out of me whether I liked it or not. The second spurt hit the top of her cleavage and then slid between her breasts, which were still being held closely together by her arm-shelf. I fired a third round that hit her cleavage dead on between her nipples, and the rest dribbled all over her hand while she pumped away to finish me off.

I closed my eyes in pleasure, but was pulled back to the land of the living as she slid my still hard cock between her breasts again and gently squeezed them around me again, massaging me with her soft boobs while I recovered. Once my breathing was under control, she let her tits drop away and got off her knees, leaning down to kiss me before she moved under the stream and started rinsing my cum off of her chest.

***

"That little bit of shower fun didn't mess up plans, did it?" I asked as we dressed in her room. I had put on some fashionable navy-blue athletic shorts and a nice grey t-shirt and was sitting down to pull my socks on. Anna selected a bubble-gum pink top that showed off some of her cleavage without being too inappropriate, and a matching pink tennis skirt that went down less than a third of the way to her knee, but had built-in shorts under it so it wasn't too scandalous. As she moved, I got the barest glimpses of her midriff between the pieces of her outfit.

"What? No, that was part of the plan. It's a six-step program to give you the best day. Let's see, Charlie's Birthday. Step one, take it up the ass. Step two, soapy tits handjob," she said, pretending to tick off a list on her fingers. I shook my head and grinned.

"You're too perfect, you know that? Sometimes I think I'm stuck in a dream," I told her as she wrapped a white belt bag around her waist.

"Well, based on this morning, I'm betting it's a wet dream," she said, and then laughed at her own joke while I shook my head again. "But I know what you mean, Charlie. I'm really glad we found each other," she added, then offered her hand to me to get off the bed.

***

When we got to the door, my stomach grumbled.

"Don't worry, Charlie, I'll feed you," Anna teased. She pulled on a pair of white sneakers and a matching white visor. "What do you think? Sexy enough for your birthday?" she asked.

"You look beautiful. Like a perfect Barbie doll," I teased.

"Yeah, it is giving Barbie a bit, isn't it? I like it, though. I could be Tennis Barbie. Or Disney World Barbie, I just need some pink ears."

"So, we're going to Disney then?" I grinned. Anna realized her slipup.

"Quiet you, you've got nothing," she insisted, and stuck her tongue out.

We stepped into the garage, and she indicated that I should get into her car, a sporty black convertible. I climbed into the passenger seat and watched as she sat down next to me, a little gingerly.

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned.

"I'm good, just a little sore, like I said," she responded, and hit her door opener before starting the car. After a few moments of silence, she grinned at me, like she was excited for whatever thought had just passed through her head.

"Butt Sex Barbie," she joked.

***

I checked my phone while we drove, thanking friends for the birthday texts. A couple of my college friends who lived elsewhere sent GIFs, and I got messages from John and his wife Melissa. Alex sent an old YouTube video we occasionally sent on birthdays with ridiculous jokes that were much funnier at 3 am, when you were drunk watching Adult Swim in a college dorm room. Anna's sister Vanessa sent me a text, and so did Emily, Anna's friend and fellow model. As I was responding to all of them, I got one in the group chat I had with Anna and Michaela, her fellow bikini model that we'd fooled around with in California.

"Happy Birthday, Charlie!" Michaela's message said, and was accompanied by a picture of her sitting at a table in what I presumed was her kitchen. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and eating a banana. Or at least, half of a fairly large banana was in her mouth. I chuckled, thanked her, and told Anna to check the chat. She had just pulled up to the entry booths, and she took a moment to open her phone, then laughed out loud and sent a message back.

"Let us know when you're free to visit," she sent with a winking emoji.

A moment later, Anna's car rolled through the parking lot, looking for a spot outside Hollywood Studios. She found one that wasn't too far from the entrance, and we stepped out, the sun beating down on us. It was late May in Orlando, and the summer heat was already here. Anna took my hand and we walked to the park entrance.

"Going to tell me what we're doing here yet?" I asked. She shook her head and smiled.

"No, but you're welcome to keep asking. Maybe the 12th time will be the charm," she teased. She'd said she had reservations and that she was going to feed me, so I thought maybe we were heading to a sit-down restaurant for lunch. Hollywood had a few, but I had no idea which one she was leading me to. We scanned our bands to get into the park and headed down the thoroughfare towards the Chinese Theatre.

When we passed The Brown Derby and made no move to head to the 50s Primetime or Hollywood and Vine, I was at a loss. We swung left, so I assumed she was taking me to the Sci-Fi Drive-In, but we passed that too. Anna continued to glance at me teasingly. I smiled good-naturedly and went along with it, just happy to be holding her hand and enjoying her company. When she led me through the tunnel into Galaxy's Edge, the Star Wars-themed land, I assumed she was taking me to the Cantina.

"Oga's, huh?" I asked, pretty confident in myself.

"Your overconfidence is your weakness," she said matter-of-factly, quoting Luke Skywalker. She led me up to Ronto Roasters, where we'd had a breakfast date a month ago. It was delicious, and I wasn't disappointed, but I was confused.

"I don't think they take reservations," I said to Anna. The small open-air market eatery only had a handful of tables in the shade and was not a whole restaurant operation.

"Patience, young padawan," she teased. "But, yeah, this is a snack. I forgot you're a man and you need to eat constantly or you get irritable," she continued jokingly.

"We haven't eaten at all today," I reminded her.

"That's what I said," she shrugged, before smiling. "I'm kidding. I couldn't work around lunchtime for a reservation, so we get a quick snack now," she explained. Anna bought us one wrap to share, and cut it in two, handing me a larger piece. "Maybe, if someone had given me more notice that they were having a birthday..." she trailed off, smirking at me. I ignored her jibe.

"We can split the snack fairly, you know," I said, not wanting her to be hungry.

"I know, but I have to watch my intake again, now that the Sweet Cheeks shoot got moved to late this week," she reminded me. Sweet Cheeks was the lingerie brand she was working for as a contract model and Instagram ambassador, and after a poor-quality shoot last week with fill-in photographers, they'd relocated her shoot to the in-house team in Miami.

"Gotcha. That reminds me. You have to go down there Thursday and Friday, right?" I asked. She nodded.

"Technically, I'll have to leave Wednesday, but yeah," she agreed.

"Want to stay down there for the weekend and meet my parents? Maybe do a beach day too?" I asked.

"I'd love to, that sounds awesome!" she gushed.

"Will they fly you down? You can drive back with me?" I asked. She nodded.

"I'll take care of it with them, but yeah, flying was the plan, I don't want to drive four hours alone, and they offered," she agreed. We sat for a moment discussing logistics and finishing up our snack, and then Anna checked her phone and insisted we get moving. She took my hand again, although we didn't go far, going down some steps and rounding the corner towards a nondescript door in the side of an in-universe shop.

"What's in there?" I asked as we joined the short line of people, although I was pretty certain I'd figured out her destination.

"Only what you take with you," she replied in a Yoda impression.

"That was awful," I laughed, "but a really deep cut quote, nerd." Anna grinned.

"Come on. Step 3, birthday present number two."

***

We stepped back into the sun about half an hour later.

"That was the coolest thing, I can't believe I hadn't done it before. Thank you, again," I said to Anna. She smiled happily.

"Me either, and don't worry about it. Happy birthday," she replied. In our hands, we each held a custom-designed lightsaber that we'd built in a ceremony in the back room of a workshop. Anna brandished a purple lightsaber with an elegant-looking gold and bronze accented hilt. In my hand, I held a blue-bladed silver hilt with black and grey accents.

"Why purple?" I asked as we stepped out.

"Well, in-universe, because Revan. Did you ever play that really old video game, Knights of the Old Republic?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. "Out of universe, because I look really good in purple," she grinned. "Oooh, I can be Jedi Barbie!" she realized excitedly.

"If that skirt and top were acceptable Jedi robes, Anakin wouldn't have been the only Jedi having kids," I teased. Anna smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Why blue, Charlie?" she asked, turning the question back on me.

"Simple. It's a gift from you, and it matches your eyes," I responded. She blushed a little more and pulled me in for a kiss.

"God, you are way too sweet sometimes," she sighed when our lips parted.

"Sorry," I responded, holding her close.

"Don't be. I love it," she replied.

***

Anna led me to the Cantina for our actual lunch ("I knew it," I interjected). We stopped on the way to get pictures with our new sabers in front of the Millennium Falcon. Anna remarked that we would need to return after dark sometime with the sabers for a better shoot.

Lunch was a busy affair, consisting of a few odd-themed snacks like a Bantha Flatbread and an Umbaran Cheese Roll, combined with a few interesting cocktails.

"This place is cool, I can't believe I've never come in here either," Anna said, before taking a sip of her bright blue drink. I took a sip of my Outer Rim, which, despite being from a galaxy far, far away, tasted strongly of tequila.

"I've only been here once before, a little after it opened with some friends," I said. "It's very cool. Disney sort of nailed this whole land," I opined. Anna nodded.

"They did. I hope they go the Universal/Harry Potter route and open another different planet-themed land in one of the other parks at some point," she said thoughtfully.

"So," I said after I chewed up the last bite of my lunch, "What's next?"

"Well, Step four was the Cantina. Step five is to rest by the pool together before Step six."

"What's step six?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Anna asked with a grin.

***

We got into Anna's car in the lot, but before she started it up, she pulled a small box out of the center console. It was wrapped in paper, and she passed it to me.

"Your final gift," she said as she handed it to me. She looked almost nervous, and I curiously peeled the wrapping paper off and opened the box. There were two keys inside. I looked up, unsure of what she was giving me.

"What's this?" I asked. Anna looked me in the eye for a moment before explaining.

"That bronze key is yours. It's the one for your apartment, because I won't need it anymore if you accept the silver key, which is for my house. Charlie, will you move in with me?" she asked, her eyes watching me for a reaction. I teared up a bit. Partially because I was overwhelmed with her asking me to move in, which I absolutely would do, but also because I was a little relieved. If she wanted to take this step with me, it made me a little more confident in my proposal tomorrow.

"I would love to," I told her, and before I could fully lean towards her to kiss her, her lips were on mine, her body twisted over the console to kiss me and hug me and hold me.

"I love you, Charlie," she said, wiping a tear off her face as she pulled away.

"I love you, Anna," I said, and smiled through my own overwhelmed feelings. She gave me another quick kiss, then reached down to the box and pulled out the key to my apartment.

"I'll still need this until we can fully move you in," she said, smiling. "It was a nice gesture, though, right?" I laughed and nodded.

***

We pulled up in Anna's driveway and stepped out of the car to head inside. As we entered the garage, Anna pulled me down for a quick kiss. We were both still riding a little high from our decision to move in together, and it was a sweet moment. Her lips felt like everything when they met mine.

When we got to the door, Anna opened it and gestured for me to go inside. I stepped past her and was instantly startled.

"SURPRISE!!" roared a large crowd of people in the living room.

I blinked, and then slowly smiled when my brain finally registered what was going on, and started recognizing faces. On one end of the group was my best friend John, grinning like a fool and clapping a bit at my reaction, with his wife Melissa smiling happily beside him. On their right was our childhood friend Pat and his wife Stephanie. Pat looked tired but happy, the face of a father of two toddlers, and his wife Stephanie gave an excited whooping sound. They were followed by our college friends, Alex and Will, both brown-haired guys looking happy to be there, which may have had something to do with the pretty girls standing next to them. I didn't recognize the first girl, a shorter Latina-looking woman with a pretty face and a model's body, and shoulder-length dark hair with a single lock of bright purple framing the right side of her face.

Angela and Emily came next, cheering and grinning. On their other side were two other friends of Anna's I hadn't met. I recognized the first one, an auburn-haired model named Brittany, from a picture Anna had shown me earlier. The other girl was a blonde, likely bleached, with notably large breasts that might have been fake, nearly popping out of the tight dress she wore.

I tried to get my bearings and glanced at Anna, who'd walked in behind me and was standing next to me, giving me her fake innocent look.

"Surprise!" she said with a big grin, before hugging me and speaking more quietly. "I'll introduce you to my friends in a bit, no rush, go say hi to yours. And thank John and Melissa, they did most of the hard work for this." She kissed me on the cheek and let me go.

"Hey, man," John said as I walked over. "Happy birthday!"

"Anna told us she'd get you out of the house, but, um," Melissa started, "why are you holding a lightsaber?" Will laughed, the deep sound booming. He was wearing a tight brown t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms, one of which had a sleeve of tattoos down to his wrist, and he had a well-maintained beard. We'd teased him for years that he belonged as a bartender in an overpriced hipster bar. He certainly didn't look like your average accountant.

"I'll have you know I'm an adult man who just turned 30, and this lightsaber is the best birthday present I've ever gotten," I said, grinning despite myself. Well, second best, I thought to myself as I glanced over at Anna, whose skirt was just barely tight enough to show off the upper curve of her butt.

"Here, have a beer," Alex said, returning to the group and pressing a cold bottle into my free hand. Alex was a skinny guy with stubble on his face, and his brown hair pushed up and to the side with some form of product. He was dressed in a green polo shirt and navy shorts, and looked like he'd come from a golf course. "Also, what's the deal with Anna's friends?"

"I literally just got here," I said, and Stephanie punched him in the shoulder.

"Don't be a creep, Alex," she said, then turned to me. "Happy Birthday, Charlie! I can't wait to meet Anna, Mel says she's the best, and that you're hopelessly in love," she said with a dramatic sigh, batting her eyelids. She was a good match for her husband Pat, who had always been the serious one, even when he and John and I were kids in Coconut Creek. If I were being honest, and we'd been honest with him before they got married, he was playing way out of his league with her. Stephanie was a gorgeous olive-skinned woman, half-Brazilian, with dark hair and a boisterous personality.

Pat wasn't a bad-looking guy, with dark wavy hair and a fairly well-defined jawline, but his otherwise unassuming looks combined with his reserved personality had us wondering how he'd pulled Steph in the first place. They obviously loved each other now, and had two small children somewhere that wasn't here, but it had been jarring at first.

We hung out in a small group, chatting and sipping drinks. I glanced over at Anna a few times; each time I did, I caught her eye, like she was watching me and smiling. The third time, I waved her over, and she eagerly flounced over, her pink dress bouncing as she moved.

"So, everybody, this is Anna, my amazing girlfriend," I said, and she blushed very slightly but tried to hide it. "Anna, everybody. Specifically, Pat, Steph, Will, Alex, and you know John and Mel already," I said, introducing them. Anna waved and smiled at each of them in turn, and then Stephanie pounced.

"Charlie, you didn't tell us how unbelievably gorgeous she was. Like, unbelievable, as in, I don't believe it. Is he holding you hostage? Blink twice if you need help," she said to Anna, who blushed harder and thanked her.

"Honey, I'm pretty sure they've said the same thing about you," Pat said to his wife quietly, and she brushed her hand at him but smiled anyway.

"So, what did he have to do to win you over?" Steph asked. Anna started telling the story of how we met, so I talked to John and Melissa, who had also heard it before.

"So, when?" Melissa asked quietly.

"Tomorrow, if I can get her to the Magic Kingdom," I said. "I didn't ask in advance because I didn't want to seem suspicious."

"I may have an idea," Melissa said. "You cool if we meet you there for a bit in the morning? We'll get lost before you do it," she offered, and I could see wheels turning. For someone who was against the proposal on the grounds of it being far too quick, she'd more than gotten on board. First helping me ring shop, now this.

"Yeah, that would be alright," I said.

"Alright, I'll make it happen for you. You're welcome. And thanks for being the lookout," she grinned at her husband, who was not-so-unobtrusively watching Anna in between listening to us, to shut us up if needed. "Husband material, this one," she winked at me, and then kissed John.

We tuned back in as Anna finished her story. Melissa immediately jumped in.

"That reminds me, remember how I said I wanted to do a shoot with you for fun? I put together a Belle-themed outfit. Want to go tomorrow? Do you have a princess setup already?" she asked Anna, who smirked and nodded.

"Of course, I've got a few, it comes with the job. We could do that! Charlie, camera duty?" Anna asked me.

"Works for me," I shrugged, feigning only a mild interest in the day. "Where at? MK, probably, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I figured," Mel jumped in. Anna nodded, and the conversation moved to Disney, since everybody in the circle was at least a passing fan of the parks. We followed that discussion, with people speculating about the rumored changes coming to the parks soon. Alex and Will occasionally looked over at Anna's friends, who were paying us no mind, and I chuckled internally. I knew bringing two single guys to meet Anna's friends, who I was pretty sure were all some form of internet model, would probably short-circuit them. I nudged Anna, and she noticed too.

"So, are you bored already, guys, or just never seen pretty girls before?" Anna asked them teasingly. Steph and Mel laughed. Alex looked back, a little embarrassed, but Will seemed unfazed.

"I don't know about Alex here, but I've been stuck in tax season and then catching up on extensions for the last month since the deadline, so it's more that I haven't seen any women, pretty or otherwise. I'd almost forgotten what they looked like," he joked in a mock wistful tone. The line might have come off as desperate for most men, but Will was good-looking, confident, and charming enough to pull it off. To a newcomer, anyway. Most of my friends rolled their eyes.

"Alright, pool party time?" Anna called to the room at large. There was a general assent, including some excited sounds, and she started to lead us toward the back door. Her friends followed closely, and mine moved behind them. Anna addressed Will and Alex over the tops of all the women's heads. "Oh, and boys? None of my friends have cooties, feel free to mingle," she teased, to laughter from everyone.

***

We gathered around the pool deck, which had been augmented by a series of chairs I recognized from John and Melissa's yard, so there would be enough seating. People took turns using the bathrooms to change into suits; I'm fairly certain I saw Alex's jaw drop when Angela came out first in an aqua-colored Riviera bikini, and I rolled my eyes. In his defense, Angela was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes, large breasts, long legs, and a round butt all on a fit gym-going body. He could have been less obvious, though.

"Was a surprise party a good idea, Charlie?" Anna asked, sliding up next to me.

"The best," I said. "I should have wondered about how you mentioned having a pool party a while ago and then never brought it up again," I added. She grinned before turning serious.

"It's cool that I invited friends you haven't met yet, right? I really wanted you guys to meet each other, and I also figured you'd want to hang out with your friends, so this way I could bounce back and forth," she explained.

"Yeah, it's fine, although I think Alex is broken," I said. Anna followed my gaze. She saw Alex, glanced at Angela, and then looked back at Alex and giggled. "I'm happy to meet them, but please don't think I need time with my friends without you - I can't get enough of seeing you getting along with them. We've been friends forever. I've known John and Pat since we were literally in kindergarten. It means a lot to share that with you."

"Thanks, Charlie, I'm happy I finally got to meet them. Come meet mine?" she asked. I nodded and followed her to the table, still holding onto my beer. "Hey Zoey, this is Charlie," she said, and then reversed the name order, introducing me to the pretty Latina girl with the purple streak in her hair.

"Hey, Charlie. I've heard so much about you, it's nice to finally meet you!" Zoey said happily, extending her hand. I shook it while she took a sip of her mixed drink and set it down.

"Nice to meet you. So, how do you know Anna?" I asked. Zoey grinned.

"You mean apart from both of us being bops?" she asked with a smile. I was confused.

"What's a bop?" I asked.

"How old is he again, Anna?" she teased, before looking back at me. "It means a girl who posts half-naked pictures online and is implied to be promiscuous, but we're taking it back. Proud bop," she said with a bow. She was like a little sprite, talking fast and moving with a lot of energy.

"So, you're a model, too?" I asked, smiling at her very friendly behavior.

"In a roundabout way, yeah. I never did real modeling, actually started as a Twitch streamer, playing games while being pretty, you know, and then started an OnlyFans after Emily did. Met Anna through her. I don't do, like, porn, or whatever, just "day in the life" type posts. My fans get just as excited to see me hanging out in tight pajama shorts and chit-chatting to them as they do seeing this babe in her bikinis," she said, nodding at Anna with a grin. "But it's a decent living, and I haven't needed a real job for like two years, so how could I not be proud of it, right? I play Fortnite for like 8 hours a day and switch it up with other games when it burns me out a bit."

"You play Fortnite, huh? So do a few of us," I said, gesturing to Will and Alex, who were my regular squadmates.

"Oh, fun, no offense, I could probably kick your ass, but if you ever need a fourth and don't mind playing on a livestream, let me know, maybe I could win a few games for you guys," she said with unabashed confidence. I had to smile even as she was essentially belittling my ability. I didn't have the equivalent of a fully time job worth of time to train, so why would I be upset? "Oh, here comes Callie, I think that means it's my turn to change," Zoey said, grabbed her backpack purse off the table, and left for the house.

"So, she talks fast," I muttered to Anna, who laughed.

"Never stops, you're lucky you got a few words in," she said with amusement in her voice. "I think she's used to monologuing on her streams, forgets she's not 'on' when she's offline, you know?" She waved to someone over my shoulder, and I turned to see the blonde who'd previously been stuffed into a tight dress walking towards us. She had changed into a bikini that wasn't quite as tiny as the Riviera suits that Angela and Emily had come out in, but on her figure looked almost scandalous. It was a metallic rose gold in color. Her tits were almost certainly enhanced, and while they weren't quite to the level of cartoonish, they were a little big for her frame. Her flat stomach flared out into wide hips that no doubt hid a larger than average ass - she looked like a pornstar, there was no other way to describe it.

"Callie, this is Charlie," Anna said. "Charlie, Callie. Callie is an OnlyFans model, too," she said, which had been an almost certainty in my head.

"I've done some mainstream stuff, too, maybe you've seen some of it? Anyway, nice to meet you too!" she said. Anna rolled her eyes.

"You don't have to announce that you're a pornstar every time you meet someone, Cal, you can say hello first," she said, somewhere between exasperated and amused.

"It's fun, though. Breaks the ice, let's me know if the person is cool or not," she grinned. "We need to get this party started. I'm going to go get another drink, either of you two need anything?" she offered. I shook my head.

"We're good. Try not to break the boys in that bikini, slut," Anna said with a giggle. Callie smirked and put a swing in her walk as she walked to the house, her ruched bikini bottom riding up her ample cheeks. "She's a lot of fun," Anna said almost defensively when I looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "and she's sweet, and a good friend."

"I'm not judging, Anna. Just a little shell-shocked, she's something," I said. "It's not every day someone announces that they do porn to your face while being barely dressed." Anna grinned.

"Yeah, I suppose," Anna giggled. "Brittany must be changing in one of the other bathrooms, I'll introduce you in a bit. Come on, let's go change together, I want to see you naked really quick," she teased, and took my hand to lead me inside.

***

We managed to get changed together with minimal distraction. I mean, we did kiss a little, and grope each other, and I had to wait a couple of minutes after she left wearing a forest green thong bikini for my erection to go away, but other than that, we were well-behaved with a house full of guests.

I eventually made my way back down, wearing the navy suit Anna had bought me. She'd picked them tight and short as a joke, but now that I was used to it, I found I kind of enjoyed the look - it was an attractive suit and I had grown confident in it. I stopped to pour a rum and coke from the bottles that had been set out in the kitchen when Angela walked in.

"Not even going to come say hi, Charlie? I thought we were better friends! I've seen your "o" face, and not even a hello?" she jokingly declared, referring to a little bit of exhibitionism Anna and I had engaged in with her and Emily. I spit out the sip of drink I'd just taken in surprise, and I sputtered while she laughed. Angela was the most forward person I'd ever met, except when it came to Emily and asking her out - she'd needed Anna to help push that along. I grabbed a paper towel and started to wipe it up.

"Hi, Angela," I finally got out. She leaned over the island on her elbows, which pushed her tits together in the aqua-colored bikini top she was wearing. I glanced away before I got caught staring - maybe I was too hard on Alex.

"Hey, Charlie, Happy Birthday! Since you're tending bar, vodka soda?" she asked coyly.

"I wasn't tending bar," I said, but reached for a cup anyway.

"Well, you were standing behind the bar and wiping it down with a rag. You sure looked like a bartender. Although if there was a bar that had workers that looked like you in those shorts, I might be there instead of here," she quipped, pretending to crane her neck to see over the island. I shook my head.

"You're in a rather flirtatious mood today," I said as I poured the vodka.

"You know how it is when you've got the love of a good woman, Charlie. And I got a solid amount of love from a good woman this morning, if you know what I mean," she said with a teasing smile and a cartoonish wiggle of her eyebrows. I laughed and slid her drink across.

"So, is this flirty mood just for me, or are you directing it everywhere?" I asked. Angela smiled and lifted her glass in a little toast to me for making it.

"I might tease your single friends a little, the smaller one looks like he deserves it," she said thoughtfully, referring to Alex. "But I'll save the rest for Emily. I'm sure Anna wouldn't mind if you watched me leave, though," she teased again and turned on her heel, heading towards the door. She probably wasn't wrong; Anna would likely encourage it. I still didn't outright stare, but I was a guy; her nice, full ass did look good in that thong.

At that moment, Stephanie and Pat came out of the bathroom down the hall and walked through the kitchen. Stephanie had on a blue, conservatively cut one-piece, and Pat was wearing a pair of black trunks.

"Changing together, huh? That's all you got up to in there, I imagine?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Angela had put me in a teasing mood, and with Pat, it was honestly too easy.

"I told you we should have gone in separately," he said, shaking his head. Stephanie talked over him, giving it right back, though.

"He kept trying to talk me into fooling around, but I told him it wouldn't be right in your girlfriend's bathroom," she joked.

"I did not," Pat stammered.

"Relax, Pat," I said. "And keep in mind that Anna's friends tease men for a living, so if you can't handle it from me..." Stephanie laughed and leaned up to kiss her husband.

"So, how'd you get stuck bartending, Charlie?" Stephanie asked.

"I'm not bartending," I said again, then sighed. "But what'll it be?"

"Tequila soda? And you know Pat, he just wants a beer, those are outside in John's cooler, so you're off the hook."

***

I eventually rejoined the party, though not before I'd mixed more drinks for Will and John, and an extra one for John for Melissa. I didn't mind, it made for some nice, quieter interactions with each of my friends. I could hear the laughter coming in from outside as the booze started flowing, though.

When I got back onto the patio, I glanced around. John and Pat were sitting with Stephanie and Zoey, while Melissa and Anna were talking to Alex and Brittany. Will and Callie were in the pool, chatting along the wall - Angela and Emily were moving through the water to join them. That last interaction gave me a moment's pause - my friends all knew that Anna's were internet models, but with Callie declaring herself a pornstar, I figured the fact would be out in the open soon that, including Anna, they all had OnlyFans accounts. Not that I minded; I wasn't hiding it, but it would no doubt lead to some questions I'd have to answer.

I joined Anna's group. Alex was wearing a gradient suit that looked like a sunset, which honestly wasn't doing his pasty skin tone any favors as he attempted to flirt with Brittany. Brittany was wearing a green thong suit with blue piping, her fit body twisting back and forth as she listened to Melissa telling a story of some kind to peals of laughter. Melissa herself was dressed in the hot pink suit Anna had lent and then given her when they'd been over last. Mel didn't have much of a chest, but her body was slender and fit - not exactly the typical Instagram body we were surrounded by, but she held her own amongst the models present.

Anna, of course, managed to look both like a wholesome beauty and a seductive temptress at the same time, a near impossible feat. It was no wonder they'd chosen her to help sell the bikini she was wearing. I put my arm around her and squeezed as I slipped into the circle.

"It would have been cool if it worked, though," Alex said, to more laughter. I tried to guess what story Melissa had been telling, but I realized there were too many options - Alex's reply could have been the title of a memoir of our college years. Anna looked at me.

"Did you really try to pretend you were with security to sneak into a Snoop Dogg concert?" Anna asked.

"Well, we didn't have tickets," I said as though that was obviously the only option. Brittany and Melissa laughed harder, and Anna grinned and shook her head.

"I told them it wouldn't work, but there's no talking these guys out of anything once they make up their mind," she said with a grin, pointedly looking at me. I glanced away. "Fortunately, the University just let them walk away when the actual security caught them."

"Anyway, this is my boyfriend Charlie," Anna said to Brittany. "Charlie, Britt," she continued.

"How do you all know each other?" I asked, referring to Anna and her friends.

"I went to college with Angela and started OnlyFans when she did a few years ago, so she introduced me to her other connections that had joined that world. Callie was my roommate, and she started then, too, but she took it much farther. I assume you know that since you spoke to her for ten seconds," Britt joked. I smiled and nodded.

"I knew Emily from college," Anna explained, "and Zoey is her friend from high school. Angela worked with Emily in their first job out of school. We all became friends and influenced each other's career paths since we all kind of started this around the pandemic."

"Wait, you guys are all OnlyFans girls?" Alex asked. Britt looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Emily and I told you we were Instagram models when we met. What did you think that meant exactly?" she said, smirking a bit. Alex sputtered.

"I don't know, I figured you advertised energy drinks or something," he said sheepishly.

"I mean, I have, but that doesn't make a living, so OnlyFans. I also do, like, club promotions and occasional yacht girl gigs, but I don't get a lot of those since they prefer girls who put out instead of just eye candy, you know? I'm many things, but hooker isn't one of them," Britt said. I was certain she came on strong to tease Alex, because I could see a glimmer in her eye that looked like the one Anna got when she was toying with people. Alex just took a drink.

"So, what... um, like, when..." he sputtered, unable to come up with additional small talk. I rolled my eyes, wishing he could just be cool. Or at least, cooler than his usual self. It was Melissa who took him to task.

"It's a job like any other, calm down, idiot," she said, and swatted him on the shoulder. It wasn't the first time she'd been exasperated with Alex - he was an awkward guy when any woman was around, let alone gorgeous models.

"Do you guys want to get in the pool?" Britt asked, seemingly looking for a change of venue. Melissa nodded and waved John over. Zoey got up too, and Alex left to talk to Will on the side of the pool, which I was sure Will would not be thrilled about if he was chatting up Callie.

Anna said yes to the pool at first, but then we heard the doorbell ring right at that moment.

"Pizza," Anna said. "I'll be right back," she declared and headed into the house. I noticed Steph and Pat were talking in low voices off to the side, and Steph looked uncomfortable. I walked towards them to check in.

"You guys alright?" I asked. Pat nodded, but Steph sighed.

"Yeah, it's fine, just feeling like an old woman," she laughed darkly.

"Why? This is my 30th birthday, and you're still 29," I asked, not following.

"Come on, Charlie, the house is full of young models in tiny bikinis, and then me, the mom in the mom suit?" she sighed.

"Anna's less than three years younger than you, barely a difference," I said.

"I told her she's being ridiculous, she's a MILF," Pat joked. I laughed, not expecting that from him, and even Steph grinned a little.

"He's just saying that because he's my husband," she said. I shook my head.

"Look, I'm not going to step into the minefield that is complimenting my friend's wife's bikini body," I started to say, and Pat smirked.

"Appreciate that, buddy," he said, tipping his beer to me. I grinned and continued.

"But I don't think you've got anything to worry about, you don't look out of place at all," I said tactfully. I could have told her she looked hot and not been lying, but that wasn't my place.

"Except for this ridiculous suit. I wish I'd known everybody here was going to be an Instagram model, I might have worn something a little more... adult... than 'mom,' if you know what I mean. Even Melissa is in a thong. I didn't know she owned suits like that," she said. Just then, Anna stepped back outside.

"Pizzas are on the counter," she called, "Just remember to towel off before you go in, please!" I waved her over.

"Steph, cool if I loop Anna in?" I asked. Steph looked apprehensive. "Trust me, it might help," I implored. She nodded tentatively.

"Anna, Steph is feeling self-conscious and thinks she looks too mom-ish. You wouldn't happen to have a giant cardboard box full of resort-style swimsuits sitting around unused, would you?" I asked, knowing that she did, in fact, have a box of that nature from her Riviera modeling gig. Anna smirked.

"I might. Come on, let's go get you a suit more befitting of your gorgeous body," Anna declared to Steph, who was taken aback, but slowly got up and went along with it. "You can bring Pat, too, if you want. I know Charlie always likes picking mine, even if choosing the one with the least coverage is getting predictable," she said with a wink in my direction. I looked a little hot under the collar from that comment, and Steph laughed, breaking a little of the tension. Then she grabbed Pat and pulled him along inside. I followed to refill my drink, and Anna left us in the kitchen as she went to her office and came back a minute later carrying a large cardboard box, which made Steph laugh when she realized I wasn't joking earlier.

"Take your pick. You look about my size," Anna said to Steph, sizing her up. "Maybe with wider hips - don't worry, Emily has borrowed some, and you probably are her exact build, and she looks hot as fuck in these. If they feel tight, you can raise them onto your hips a bit, I think they look hotter that way anyway, like this." She gestured at her suit. "Also, you have nice boobs, I would go with one of the triangle tops if I were you," she added. Steph blushed at the mildly sexual compliment, thanked her, and Anna joined me in the kitchen to pour a drink.

"I had to bring the box out here, I couldn't bring them with me into the office to choose. I left a bunch of sex toys out after our last phone encounter," she whispered into my ear, and I smiled. "I made sure to put them away just now, don't worry," she added with a smirk. "Are you having fun?"

"I am. Thank you for this," I replied.

"Love you, Prince Charming. Oh, Angela said she wants to talk to us about something later, don't let me forget," she added.

"Love you, too, gorgeous."

***

A few minutes later, Melissa, Angela, and Emily had joined us, and we'd taken pizza out to the table outside. We were finishing up our first slices when Pat walked out with two plates, then gestured for someone to follow. Steph stepped out behind him, looking self-conscious but also very sexy in a white bikini that contrasted sharply with her tan skin. Anna let out a holler, and Melissa added a 'damn, girl.' Steph had only held onto a little bit of baby weight, she appeared to be storing most of it in her tits and ass, and the slight amount she had on her belly looked good on her. I wasn't about to tell her, but Pat was right about her being a MILF.

"What do you think?" she asked Anna, standing up a little straighter from the compliments. Before Anna could speak up, Angela did.

"I'd hit that," she said, looking Steph up and down. Steph blushed, and Emily raised her eyebrow. "At least, I would if I weren't already dating this smoke show," she said, putting her arm around Emily and pulling her in for a kiss. Emily looked mollified, but Alex happened to be walking past and did a double-take when he heard the two gorgeous women were dating. I rolled my eyes again.

***

As the afternoon turned to evening, I found myself lying on the daybed with Anna, just resting contentedly and chatting with Zoey, Brittany, and John, who were all sitting in chairs around us. The party was still going, and everyone appeared to be having a good time. Melissa and Steph had gotten friendly with Angela and Emily, and they were all bobbing in the pool. Alex, Will, and Pat were seated in the shade, and Callie was still next to Will, listening to the three guys swapping stories.

"So, you make a living playing Fortnite?" John was asking Zoey, who nodded.

"Yeah, among other games. Plus, a mild OnlyFans account, I just share my day-to-day life with fans. No nudity, although I dress a little bit slutty sometimes on purpose. But otherwise, yeah, just playing video games for a living right now," she explained.

"I made the wrong career choice," John laughed.

"Yeah, I should have majored in being a pretty girl," I quipped. Zoey sighed.

"It's not just being pretty, even though it's important. It's legitimately a difficult job. I stream like 40-50 hours a week on games, which makes games very much a job, they're not a leisure activity for me anymore and I honestly don't get that much joy out of them at this point, which sucks, because I used to love them. And on top of that, I record like an hour a day for my OF at least, and then I have to edit and come up with loose scripts for that. People like to think I'm being candid, but can you imagine having to talk to a camera about nothing and keep people's attention for like 9 to 10 hours every day, plus posting to like 8 social media accounts? Don't get me wrong, the pay is great for what I'm doing, but it's a slog."

I was worried that I'd offended her with my remark, and quickly tried to apologize.

"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that it was easy. I've seen how hard Anna works, and at random hours of the day," I said apologetically.

"Thanks, it just gets frustrating sometimes. Like, yes, my looks got me here, but I work my ass off to keep it going," Zoey said.

"He knows, Zo," Anna said calmly, jumping to my defense. That seemed to mollify her more than my apology. "Heaven knows he's had to accommodate my job way more than he should have to. Half our dates have doubled as content creation," she added.

"Yeah, I get it, sorry for making you think I didn't respect the work you all put in, I do," I told Zoey.

"Thanks. Sorry for jumping down your throat, Charles," Zoey replied. I raised an eyebrow.

"You too, huh? And don't worry about it, it's my bad, I didn't mean to imply anything," I asked.

"Me too, what?" she responded.

"Calling me Charles..." I said, and she just stared blankly back at me.

"Emily said that's what everyone except Anna calls you," she replied, mildly confused. Anna laughed.

"Everyone calls him Charlie except Emily," she said between giggles. Zoey shook her head as she realized she'd been tricked. Brittany cut in.

"I kind of like Charles. Very manly," she said, smiling at me.

"Back off, strumpet," Anna declared jokingly from her spot next to me without raising her head.

"Strumpet?" Brittany asked with a grin.

***

I was hanging out in the pool with the guys, tossing a squish ball back and forth, when Brittany came out with a plate full of little red shot glasses.

"Birthday Tequila shots!" she shouted, passing the plate around. I was too buzzed already to reject it, and so all five of us clamored over to the edge of the pool to grab one. Once she'd handed them all out, Anna shouted out to me from where she was talking to Callie and Steph.

"Happy Birthday, Prince Charming!" she declared with a laugh, knowing I was going to get ribbed for that one. Then she downed her shot, and the rest of us took her cue and followed. I placed the cup down and turned back to four fake innocent looks from the other guys.

"What?" I asked, figuring I should get it over with.

"Nothing," John said, almost too quickly. "Just a question, is that title hereditary? You never told me your dad was the King Charming!" Alex cracked up while I rolled my eyes.

"All these years, and you never told us you were royalty," Will said, his deep voice carrying. Angela and Emily were chuckling on the side of the pool as they watched my friends pile on.

"Where's your castle? Does it have huge... tracts of land?" Pat asked, quoting one of our favorite movies.

"Anyone else?" I asked, glancing around. Everybody was frozen in their innocent expressions again. "Thanks, Anna!" I called out to where she was watching with a goofy grin on her face.

"No problem!" she laughed and winked at me.

***

"So, what's the bikini top policy at this party? Are we talking mandatory, optional, or like, encouraged but only mildly frowned upon if not worn?"

I heard Angela's voice behind me before I turned around from the conversation Anna and I were having with Will, Callie, Pat, and Steph. Anna responded first.

"Keep it on, slut, it's not just us, Charlie's friends aren't nude models," she said with an eye roll.

"Shame, it's hot, the girls could use a breather," she said, fanning herself with a smile. Emily walked up next to her, also rolling her eyes. Steph spoke up next.

"You don't have to keep them contained on my account," she shrugged. "We're all adults here," she added, while her husband looked at her in shock. "What?" Steph asked him. "We don't get out much, we've got to be cool if we want to get invited to more parties," she joked.

"I would imagine the guys wouldn't have a problem with it," Angela said innocently, pushing the subject. "If Melissa says it's ok, can we, Mom? Please?" she asked Anna. Anna looked at me, and I shrugged, figuring I'd just go along with the group.

"Fine, but ask her first," Anna said. Angela didn't move, just grinned.

"Hey Mel," she shouted across the patio. "You cool if people lose their tops?" Melissa looked bewildered, as though she wasn't certain why she was being asked.

"Uh, yeah, why not?" she responded, and then went back to chatting with John.

"Awesome," Angela shouted, and untied her top. Her very well-endowed chest bounced free, and she tossed the scrap of fabric to the side. Pretty much every eye in the party, regardless of gender, landed on her tits for at least a second or two. I'd seen them before, but even I took a quick look; they were a glorious pair. "Well, don't all join me at once," she said with a grin, and took a sip of her beer.

"I'm dating an attention whore," Emily said teasingly, and Angela laughed.

Without hesitating, Brittany removed hers and tossed it onto the chair next to where she was lounging with Zoey. Brittany's tits weren't as big as Angela's, but they were still decently sized and perky. When Zoey pulled hers off as well, presenting her small but cute breasts to the sunlight, I glanced at Anna.

"Can't take these girls anywhere," she said, half-exasperated and half-grinning. "Sorry, Steph, my friends are a little more... open... than most people. I was always the reserved one, which is saying something, I think." Steph cocked her head and looked at Anna funnily.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You already talked me into this teeny, little suit, might as well join them. It's been ages since I tanned topless, although usually I've been alone for it. That's alright, babe?" she asked Pat. He shrugged.

"Your body, honey," he said. She pecked him on the cheek and then lifted her bikini top off. Never in my life did I think I'd get a glimpse of her chest, but I wasn't sure what my life was anymore, I thought wryly. Her tits hung heavily on her chest, easily the equal of any of the models in attractiveness.

"You are gorgeous, Steph," Anna said. I could tell she was trying to make her feel comfortable, still worried that Steph might be forcing it.

"Thanks. These got a boost from two pregnancies," she grinned. Pat was staring at his wife's chest, so I leaned forward and snapped my fingers in his face. Steph's grin widened, and Pat shrugged before sipping his beer. I noticed Melissa watching - she said something to John and then pulled her top off. Her breasts were little more than soft swells, but they suited her slender, athletic form.

"Join me, gorgeous?" Angela said to Emily, who blushed.

"Fuck it, I suppose," she said, and pulled her top off. Emily wasn't quite as well endowed as her girlfriend, but her modest tits were nice and plump on her pale chest. Anna and Callie were the only women still fully clothed, if you could call their minimalist bikinis clothed. I glanced at Anna, who looked back questioningly.

"Your call, but I'm fine with it," I said. I wasn't exactly excited by the idea of my friends seeing my girlfriend half-naked, but I could see two of my friends' wives that way right now, so I figured it wasn't that big of a deal. Anna winked at me, and turning to face me, did a slow reveal of her chest to me.

"Happy Birthday," she winked, while I took in the sight of her perfect tits.

"Weird that the mattress actress was last, right?" Callie said, before unclasping her suit in the front and tossing it aside. Her fake tits were probably a cup size too big for her frame, but it wasn't overwhelming and she must have had a decent surgeon. Fake breasts weren't usually my thing, but there was no denying she was hot.

"Now it's a party," Angela hollered. "Can't believe I just got seven women topless in like thirty seconds, that's gotta be some kind of record," she added, grinning. Melissa whistled in response- my friends were less inhibited than I'd have guessed if you gave them a bad influence to follow, I thought, amused.

"I'm getting in the pool," Emily said, and took Angela's hand, leading her along. After a series of exchanged glances, the rest of us shrugged and jumped into the pool as well, splashes flying everywhere and loud laughter filling the backyard.

Alex chose that moment to return from an apparent bathroom break and walked over to the pool. The second he grasped that all of the girls were now topless, he froze in place. I pictured a train derailing in his brain like an old cartoon.

"Earth to Alex," John said loudly.

"Be cool, dipshit," Pat said. That wasn't very like him, but maybe with his wife topless next to him, and the flowing booze, some of his inhibitions had fallen away. Alex finally moved, saying nothing at all, and sat down on the edge of the pool. Brittany reached up and grabbed his arm, yanking him into the pool with everyone else, to a round of cheers from the group.

***

Having seen my share of '80s teen sex comedies, I assumed that games of topless chicken would be the next logical step. I wasn't in an '80s movie, though, and while my life was certainly far wilder than it had been a few months ago, I wasn't prepared for how the rest of the part would go. It was surprisingly tame, or at least as tame as a party with eight topless women hanging around could be.

Maybe it was because I'd had a little more exposure to their world by now, but it almost seemed mundane. Sure, the eye candy was nice, but it was nice when they were in bikinis, too. Everyone carried on the same way they had been before nudity entered the fray. Even Alex, whose reaction had been my primary concern, acted mostly normally. I watched him briefly having a conversation with Melissa, Angela, and Emily, and I didn't think I saw his eyes wander even once, which was a relief.

Pat and Steph were flirting with each other like they used to in college - they seemed to be reacting to the booze, lack of clothes, and, I assume, the lack of children present. They were isolated from the group a bit, leaning against the back fence. Callie and Will were flirting in the pool - I figured by now he must be aware of her job, so good for him if that wasn't a deal breaker, I guess.

Alex and Zoey appeared to be in a friendly but spirited argument about the game Call of Duty as they sat on the steps of the pool. John and I stood with Anna and Brittany, and they were talking about Anna's house and how, in his professional opinion as a realtor, she'd gotten a very good deal. Brittany jumped in with her own plans.

"I was thinking about buying soon, I can't room with Callie forever. Don't get me wrong, love her, and she's pretty good about keeping to herself when she's filming, but there's only so many times I can hear her touching herself for her fans before I start to think about getting more personal space, you know? I was just talking with her about it the other day, she was starting to feel the same way about needing more space to work."

"Well, call me when you're ready, I'll hook you up. Let me give you my number," he offered. I raised my eyebrow while she walked to get her phone. "It's for work, dummy," he grinned, "but I'll clear that up." He turned and shouted across the pool to his wife.

"Hey Mel, I'm giving Brittany my number. Don't worry, it's for work, she might want to buy a place soon!" he proclaimed loudly. Anna laughed.

"Ok, dork," she replied just as loudly, smiling and rolling her eyes. Pat and Steph came walking over, and Pat bent down to retrieve her top as they got close to us.

"Hey, we've got to head out," Pat said. "Got to get back to the sitter. This was fun, thanks for having us, Anna."

"Yeah, and Happy Birthday, Charlie," said Steph as she re-tied her top. "And thanks for lending me the suit, do you want me to wash it and get it back to you, or leave it somewhere here?" she asked Anna.

"Keep it," Anna shrugged. "I have like thirty more, and Pat seems to like how it looks on you," she explained with a mischievous grin. "You wouldn't be the first of Charlie's friends I lent a bikini that was a massive hit with her husband."

"Is that where Melissa got hers? That makes sense," Steph laughed. "This was fun, we should go on a double date soon, if we can get the kids a sitter," she offered us. I nodded.

"Thanks for coming, guys," I said. "I'm really happy you all did this for me," I added. Pat gave me more of a hug than I would have expected from my most reserved friend, which I attributed once again to the booze, and Steph pulled me into one too, then hugged Anna.

"You guys aren't driving, right?" asked Anna, ever the responsible one.

"No, we caught a Lyft, we don't live that far from here, only a couple subdivisions that way," she said, gesturing vaguely eastward. "I was planning on getting a little drunk, just maybe not topless in front of a bunch of old and new friends drunk," Steph said conspiratorially, then giggled.

"Well, I'm really glad you came, it was nice to meet you both," Anna said, and after a last quick goodbye from each of us, they headed out. "Pat is so getting laid tonight," she smirked once they were out of earshot. I grinned, internally agreeing with her.

"I gotta head out, too, man," Will said as he walked up. "Happy Birthday, Charlie. And Anna, you have a lovely home. Thanks for hosting. Charlie is a lucky guy," he added, before we said our goodbyes, and he also headed out.

"Is Will always that charming?" Anna asked me seriously.

"Yeah, I guess he is, why?" I asked, wondering where she was going with this.

"Because Callie is going to leave next, mark my words, they're trying to be subtle about it and failing. He's a good guy, right?" she asked.

"The best," I said, vouching for my friend honestly.

"Good. If your friends are going to fuck my friends, they better be," she said teasingly. I nearly coughed up my drink as I heard her voice again. "Callie, heading out already?"

***

The party slowly dwindled around nine, after the hours in the sun had left us all a bit tired. Not that long after Callie left, Zoey followed, saying she needed to get online for a couple of hours tonight. Brittany followed a while later. She and Anna joked about how she wasn't going to be seeing Callie at home tonight. All of them offered me another Happy Birthday and thanked Anna.

Once Alex realized there were no other single people left and saw three couples sitting together, he decided to head out as well.

"Happy birthday, Charlie," he said. "Thanks, Anna. Um, I hope this is cool, but uh... what's the deal with your friend Zoey?" he asked nervously.

"She's single. Why?" Anna asked teasingly.

"Well... she seems super cool, we shared a lot of interests based on talking to her, and she's really pretty. Charlie, did you see the Triforce tattoo on her ribs? She's a Zelda fan!" Alex gushed, turning a little red when he noticed Anna and me smirking at him.

"I'll tell you what, Alex. You seem like a good guy. You're looking for what, a date? Or a hookup?" Anna asked. I really hoped he didn't answer this question like an idiot.

"I mean, hookups are cool, I guess, but I was kind of thinking more than that?" he answered sheepishly. Anna seemed satisfied.

"I'll get your number from Charlie and pass it on to her. I'll tell her you were interested in taking her out, and to text you if she's up for it. That's all I can do for you here," Anna replied. Alex seemed pleased with that and started to thank her, but Anna held up her hand to forestall him. "In exchange, if she agrees, you'd better take her out on the best date she's ever had. The whole nine yards, got it? That girl spends too much time working. Don't waste her time off if she shares it with you. If I get so much as an implication that you half-assed it, so help me," Anna said in a joking manner with an undercurrent of menace. Her protective demeanor towards her friends was sweet, and having it directed at Alex was funny to me.

"I won't, I promise. Thanks. And thanks again for having us all," he added. I was impressed by his sudden display of maturity. He threw on his shirt as he left.

John and Melissa worked out a time to meet us at Magic Kingdom in the morning, and then headed on their way, leaving just Emily and Angela. Angela excused herself to go to the bathroom, and Anna asked Emily how her new relationship, her first with a woman, was going.

"It's great. We were already such great friends, we get along well, and I won't go into detail because even though I'm drunk, I know that's a bad idea, but the sex is so fucking good," she said, then blushed at her admission.

"I'm happy for you and your satisfied genitals," Anna teased, and Emily blushed harder. "And proud to know that you'd never be this happy if I hadn't slutted it up with Charlie that evening," she said with a laugh.

"Right? We should do that again sometime," Emily said, then realized what she said again and covered her mouth. I grinned, and Anna cackled.

"I bet we could make that happen," Anna said, winking at me and brushing her hand up my leg. "Do you guys need a place to stay tonight?" she asked teasingly.

"No, we Ubered," Emily said.

"Good, because you wouldn't have gotten to watch anyway. Charlie needs a good round of birthday sex before bed, and he's all mine tonight," she said, leaning into my shoulder. My cock stirred quickly after the day of seeing nearly naked women in every direction. I shook my head at Anna's teasing. "I still need to give him the other two holes today," she added as though it was the most inconsequential thing to say, and I immediately stared at her. It took a little bit longer for Emily to register what she said.

"Sounds fun, wait, what?" she asked. "You, um, you've taken that, there?" she sputtered, blushing.

"Maybe," Anna replied coyly. Angela came walking back out. After a moment, Emily took her turn for a bathroom break.

"So, you wanted to talk about something?" Anna asked.

"Uh, yeah," Angela said, watching Emily's round butt disappear into the house before speaking. Her usual bravado and confidence were absent. "Em and I talked about bringing the occasional dude into our relationship to scratch that itch, remember? Well, I haven't asked her yet, but that evening that got us together has come up a few times, and I thought, maybe Charlie could be the occasional dude? I know you guys had that threesome, so I figured you might be open to the idea." Anna looked up at me, and I looked at her.

"I assume you're asking for a foursome, right? Because I'm not interested in doing anything without Anna," I said. Anna squeezed my hand gratefully.

"The more the merrier, right? I'd bet Emily would be alright with it." Angela said. She lowered her voice. "We've been talking about what she's attracted to in a woman, since she's still sort of finding herself, and reading between the lines, if she hadn't fallen into bed with me, Anna would have been a prime candidate." Anna blushed a little. "I'm not talking about tonight, or anything immediately, I just wanted to get this out there so you could think about it," she clarified. Anna nodded in understanding.

"Charlie and I will talk about it, and we'll let you know," Anna said. "That does sound like fun, but we need to discuss it, alright?" I nodded with her.

"Awesome," Angela said. "Also, I'll wait for Em for the other thing we wanted to tell you," she added.

"What's that, you're moving in together already?" Anna joked, playing on the well-known stereotypes about lesbian couples. It was ironic, I thought, given that Anna and I were about to move in together.

"No, bitch," said Angela good-naturedly. Emily stepped back through the door and rejoined us. "I was just teeing us up for the big reveal," Angela said to her girlfriend. Emily blushed again but nodded excitedly. "Tell them," Angela goaded her.

"We shot our first girl-girl together, it goes live on our OnlyFans pages tomorrow," Emily said, half-nervous and half-excited. I felt my cock twitch involuntarily when I pictured it.

"No way! That's big, are you both going to do more?" Anna asked. The question was deeply relevant, given Anna's struggle to decide how far to push the envelope on her platform.

"For now, we decided to just shoot a few with each other, and then we'll discuss if we want to work with other people, but we're not ready for that; this is too new still. Plus, if it doesn't increase our incomes, we're not going to do more, I'm not giving away my prime loving for free," Angela joked. Anna and I nodded along. "What about you guys, did you decide if you want to shoot spicy content together?"

"Oh, I definitely do," Anna replied, and I looked at her, shocked by this new revelation, before she continued, "I just don't know if I want to do it for OnlyFans yet or just to watch Charlie fuck from another angle." I rolled my eyes as the other two girls laughed at her joke. "In all seriousness, we haven't. I've been talking with some of the Riviera girls who have done varying degrees of OnlyFans content about whether we should, getting opinions and advice, and Charlie and I have discussed it, but we aren't sure yet, and we decided to take it one line at a time. Next up, I have to decide how provocative I want to get shooting with Britt soon."

"Oh, yeah, she's gotten really slutty lately. I don't blame her, it's hot, and her account is piling on new subs. I think she shot a solo video with a vibrator that got leaked and people are clamoring for more," Emily explained. "That's kind of why we decided to go for it as well, I think she's like doubled her income since the leak."

"I think Britt leaked it herself and is being coy about it; a lot of creators do that early on to build interest," Angela remarked.

"I didn't even know she'd done an actual masturbation video yet," Anna said. She looked at me. "We'll set the boundary for our shoot wherever you're comfortable, Charlie, don't worry," she added.

"I know," I told her, and squeezed my arm around her. My cock was straining a bit against my shorts from listening to the three gorgeous women in front of me talk candidly about sex stuff. Anna must have noticed, because she brushed her fingertips gently along my length.

The conversation continued, Anna explaining to her best friends exactly where we stood, and the two girls discussing their content plans. After a little while longer, Emily stood and offered Angela her hand, indicating that it was time to head out.

"Happy birthday, Charles," Emily said, pulling me into a hug. Angela hugged me next, offering another happy birthday. We walked them to the door and said goodbyes. The Uber Emily had called was pulling up out front.

"Alright, get going, ladies," Anna said. "I'm going to go upstairs and let the birthday boy ravage my body," she teased, and Emily grinned. I smiled despite myself.

"Give it to her good, Charlie," Angela said, as though cheering me on in a sporting event, and the pretty couple disappeared out the front door.

"Step five, lie to Charlie about resting by the pool while throwing him a surprise party, complete," Anna giggled.

***

"Ungh," Anna groaned into my mouth as I pushed her up against the wall in her bedroom. I'd lifted her to kiss her as we got upstairs, which had resulted in her legs wrapping around my waist and her mouth attempting to rip my lips off with pure suction. "I've wanted you all day, I thought they'd never leave," she breathed jokingly.

"I could tell, you were acting horny as fuck for the last hour or two," I said as I leaned down to kiss her neck.

"Well yeah, eight sexy pairs of tits on display, a vague soreness reminding me that you fucked my ass this morning, and the knowledge that I was getting close to this moment as the day went on? Plus, your cock getting hard in those tight shorts while we talked to Angela and Em?" she asked as my lips explored her collarbone. Her voice took on a seductive tone. "I'm practically dripping for you," she whispered in my ear.

"For me, or the tits?" I joked roughly as I kissed up her jawbone.

"I love tits, but I love you more," she whispered back, "and they've got nothing on your thick fucking cock." Oh, so it was going to be this kind of night, I thought to myself as she kept saying things to get me going.

"You want this cock," I growled in her ear. I could feel her smile next to my face.

"When don't I?" she teased.

"Suck it, then," I told her. Anna dropped down and lowered herself to the ground between me and the wall. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, leaving my aching erection bobbing in the cool air, pointing right between her eyes. She gazed at it hungrily for a moment, then sucked the tip into her mouth. Her right hand wrapped around the shaft and stroked me a few times before she pulled back and spit on my cock, spreading her saliva all over before she took me back past her warm lips.

I was in heaven. Anna was a beautiful woman, and her beauty was only enhanced by the lewd stretching of her lips around my cockhead. When she needed to breathe, she slid me out and stuck her tongue out, sliding the underside of the head on her slippery pink tongue while roughly jerking my length.

"Am I being a good girl for your birthday?" she asked in a sweet voice. I knew what she was asking. Is this how I wanted her? Rough and submissive? I don't know if that's what I wanted when we got up here, but she led me down that route, and now I was all in.

"The best girl," I said as I caressed her cheek and jawline while she bobbed on my cock.

"Good," she said, smiling up at me while her hand slid from tip to base repeatedly. Slick sounds filled the room from her efforts. I watched, enjoying myself as she ran through a series of tricks, each one more pleasurable than the last. When I realized I was getting close, I pulled back.

"Get on the bed, I want to taste you," I told her. Anna almost squealed with delight, laying down with her ass on the edge, her slit pointed right at me. I prowled closer and dropped to my knees, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time. She watched as my tongue first slithered out of my mouth and stroked up and down her pussy a few times but then was forced to break eye contact as her head tilted back in pleasure. I grinned around my tongue and began exploring her folds in earnest.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so fucking good, so fucking gooood," she moaned as I suckled at her clit. If rough was the name of the game tonight, I was going to get it right. I attacked her womanhood with my mouth. Slurping, smacking and sucking noises filling the room, competing with the sounds of her moans for dominance.

Using my hands, I gripped her inner thighs and held her legs wide as I kept up my assault on her pleasure centers. I plunged my tongue into her velvety entrance, swirling it for her while my nose brushed her clit. I was eating her out as aggressively as I ever had, and she was responding in a way that only encouraged me to give her more.

"Fuck, yessss," she hissed as I slid a hand closer and pressed my thumb into her pussy. I probed her entrance while continuing to lick her clit. "I need more, I need more, stop, just fuck me, please," she groaned after a minute. I smiled predatorily as I stood up in place and aimed my cockhead against her soaking entrance, sliding it gently back and forth. "Please put it in, I need it, don't tease me," Anna demanded. No man could have resisted that call. I pushed forward, sliding my entire length inside her slippery canal in one long, slow stroke.

"How does that feel, beautiful?" I asked. She whimpered softly.

"So full," she breathed. "Fuck me with your perfect cock, Charlie."

My hips started to move, and within a few seconds, I was pumping away at her, stretching her out on each thrust while she moaned, groaned, and yelped in pleasure. It only took maybe a dozen before she seized up on the bed, her hands gripping the bedspread and her face flushing red, a look of concentration taking over her angelic features. Then she broke, her body shaking as she came on my thrusting cock, wordless whimpers egging me on. I didn't stop, fucking into her for my enjoyment while she came.

"How do you want to cum?" she asked a minute or two later, when she had recovered from her exertions.

"How do you want it?" I replied with a strained voice as I pummeled my body against her.

"Fill me," she said softly. I fucked my girlfriend as hard as I could, feeling waves of pleasure shooting up and down my cock, teasing my balls as they sought to empty their heavy contents into the beautiful, willing woman in front of me.

"Fuck," I roared as I lost control, painting her insides white with shot after shot of cum, my load buried inside her. Anna held my back as I unloaded into her pussy, which squeezed my cock as if trying to wring every last drop of cum out into her womb. I heard her giggle softly as I collapsed on top of her.

"Step six, drain Charlie's balls before bed, check," Anna said, sounding satisfied. "You should pound me like that again soon, that hit the spot," she laughed.

"Anytime, anywhere, anything you need," I reminded her. "Tease me for hours like you just did, and you won't even need to ask," I joked breathlessly, and Anna's musical laughter filled my ear again.

"Don't tempt me with a good time," she whispered happily into my ear. When we recovered a bit, Anna led me into the bathroom for a quick rinse in the shower, covered as we were in sunscreen, sweat, and each other. "So how was it?" she asked me.

"My birthday? It was amazing, you were amazing, our friends were amazing, and I love you," I said, leaning down to share a kiss with her in the stream of hot water.

"That's very sweet, thank you. But it's not what I meant. How was your first day having a three-hole-slut for a girlfriend?" she asked with a massive grin on her face. I just stared at her for a moment before smiling.

"You are unbelievable, you know that? Like literally unbelievable. Pinch me, because I must be dreaming," I teased her. "Ow!" I said as she pinched me just above my hip. I looked back at her, seeing her eyes twinkling mischievously. "You know that's a saying, right?" I asked.

"Of course. But now you know you're not dreaming. I'm the real thing, and I'm yours," she whispered happily, before hugging me tightly under the cleansing shower.

***

Getting ready to go out in the morning was a strange feeling. As I pulled on my shorts, I thought about what was to come. Anna had asked me to move in with her yesterday, and I'd enthusiastically agreed, but I was going ahead with my plan to up the ante today and propose to her.

I reached into my overnight bag and pulled the small box I'd hidden in the lining out. Anna was putting on makeup, an activity that I knew from experience would take at least a few more minutes. Glancing towards the door, I opened the box.

A platinum ring sat in the groove in the center, with a diamond gleaming in the morning light, taking center stage on the band. It was flanked on either side by two deep blue sapphires, the same color as Anna's eyes. I contemplated our path as I looked at the ring.

If she said yes? I'd marry the most amazing woman I'd ever met. Kids one day. A life of happiness, and when things get rough, the ability to face them down with the love of my life. I fully believed that we were strong enough together to get through anything, whatever that meant.

If she said no? Even though she loved me, maybe she thought I was being too quick? I didn't know what then. Status quo, knowing I was ready to commit, and she wasn't? Or loss and heartbreak for both of us? My overeager need to show her how much I loved her driving us apart and making her the one that got away, the one I'd regret losing for the rest of my life? It was too horrible to contemplate.

Of course, I could wait, but every fiber of my being told me to put it all on the line and bare my soul to this girl. To offer her everything I had to give and everything I ever would have. It screamed that she would know exactly how I felt, and that no decision could ever be more right.

I heard footsteps coming through the walk-in closet that led to the master bathroom, and I snapped the box shut, sliding it into my shorts pocket and zipping it closed.

"How do I look, Charlie?" Anna asked as she walked in, posing in a few different ways to show off her outfit. She was wearing a light blue sundress, cut low enough to show off her cleavage without being too provocative for a theme park. Her hair was pulled back in a bun with a matching headband, and she had on a black choker necklace that was more suggestive than wholesome on her beautiful neck. She'd finished the Cinderella-themed outfit with pearl earrings and shiny, mirrored sneakers. I assumed glass ones would have been impractical.

"You look gorgeous. Stunningly beautiful," I replied.

"Just gorgeous? What do you think of the choker?" she teased.

"I just found out 17 seconds ago that I want to fuck Cinderella," I joked. Anna laughed, startled a bit by my bluntness, but taking the aggressive compliment in stride.

"Better get me home by midnight, then," she said softly, and then beckoned me with her as she made for the bedroom door.

***

Anna glanced over at me and giggled as I drove us to the Magic Kingdom. I was eating a Pop-Tart as I drove.

"Every morning," she said, shaking her head.

"Let people enjoy things," I said jokingly. "You're just jealous because you have to model, and so you can't eat pure processed sugar for breakfast," I teased.

"Maybe a little, but I'd be eating waffles or pancakes for that sugar, not a piece of cardboard with mediocre jelly in it," she said, and then stuck her tongue out. I laughed.

"Well, to each their own," I said, and took another bite.

We pulled into the lot a few minutes later and started the long trek to the park. I had Anna's camera bag strapped on my back. The tram took us to the Transportation Center, where we had to decide on a boat or a monorail to get to the front gate. Anna's phone buzzed.

"Melissa says they just got on the ferry," she told me. We glanced at the dock, just in time to see them closing off the boat. "Monorail it is then," she reacted quickly, and we walked over to that ramp. The line wasn't too long, and as we got into a cab, I started speaking before the voiceover could begin.

"Please stand clear of the doors," I stated in perfectly matched cadence with the pre-recorded announcement that was a meme among Disney fans at this point. "Por favor mantengase alejado de las puertas," I finished translating in Spanish. Anna giggled and leaned into me. About a second later, the voice repeated my exact statement.

We rode around the lake, my left arm holding onto the bar for balance, and my right wrapped around Anna, pulling her close for her balance. I made sure to stand at a slight angle so the square box in my pocket wouldn't hit her and leave her wondering. It was a little nerve-wracking carrying the ring; even though I'd insured it, it was still worth a not-insignificant amount of money, and I was terrified of losing it.

Anna was perusing her phone when it buzzed. She swiped her finger down and laughed.

"Hey, Michaela wants to know if we're free, not next weekend but the one after, the 7th? She said, and I'm quoting her here, that she could use a few good rides, and would also like to check out a theme park with us," Anna said quietly, trying not to be overheard. I snorted.

"Yeah, I'm alright with that if you are. Our, um, activities were fun, as long as what I said before stands. If it will affect us negatively, I'm not interested," I replied.

"It's just harmless fun," Anna said, hugging me a little tighter with her arm while she put her phone back in her belt bag.

Our monorail arrived just ahead of the ferry, and we filtered through the crowd, looking for John and Melissa. John was tall, and I spotted him as they disembarked; I pulled Anna through the throngs of people off to the most Magical Place on Earth at an angle to their walking path. We caught up with our friends as we approached the ticketing booth.

"Hey guys. Wow, Cinderanna, you look gorgeous," Mel joked. She had put on a bright yellow tennis dress and had her hair up in a similar bun, and was holding a small handheld mirror.

"So do you, Bellisa," Anna responded quickly. I groaned.

"Can we agree those names are horrible and drop them right now?" I asked. John nodded enthusiastically with my sentiments.

"Just awful," he agreed.

"Fine, you boys are no fun," Anna said irritably, but smiled and led the way to ticketing, where we scanned our bands and headed inside.

"I only have an hour or two before we have to head out," Mel reminded us. "John has an open house this afternoon, and I have a shift at the restaurant."

"That's no problem," Anna said agreeably. "We'll get more than enough pictures for whatever you want them for before then, Charlie's a pro," she said with a wink at me.

"They're just for me, and Instagram, of course. A fun photoshoot with a new friend, and I get to taste what your job is like. The clothed part, that is," she teased. Anna was unbothered.

"We can do one of the other shoots for you, too, if that's what you're looking for," she offered with the faux-innocent look that I knew all too well. Melissa blushed and stammered.

"Um, not yet, I think," she said sheepishly. John laughed.

"Feel free to talk her into it, though, I wouldn't mind a new coffee table photo album for when we have guests over," he said to Anna, who burst into laughter. Melissa rolled her eyes at her husband.

We spent the next couple of hours hitting the obvious photo spots, a handful around the front of the castle, some in Fantasyland to get Belle's castle in the shots, and a few in front of the Tomorrowland and Adventureland signs. They had a good shot, John's idea, of the two of them looking lost and confused in Adventureland's jungle, like they were in the wrong place.

Both girls looked gorgeous. John and I alternated photographing them, all the while joking and hanging out while they came up with more ideas.

"I've got to head out soon," Mel remarked after one set. "We skipped the front plaza, do you think we could get a set looking down Main Street? I saw one you did on your Instagram that I loved, I think you were dressed like Rapunzel in it." Anna nodded, remembering the one she was talking about.

"Yeah, that was a good one. That was like a year ago, stalker," she ribbed Melissa, who shrugged. "We can match that, no problem. Come on," Anna led the way back to the front of the park.

The two girls set up in front of the center of the plaza. Anna then guided Mel through a series of poses. They both looked beautiful; Melissa probably could have cut it as a model if she had gone for it when she was younger. Their light blue and yellow dresses meshed perfectly for the photos. Sunlight glinted off their smiles and left their skin glowing in the late morning air.

"So, this is where you guys met, huh? Where Charlie saw a pretty, vulnerable girl and swooped in?" John asked. I grinned, unfazed by that joke by now, and Anna laughed.

"Yeah, right over there," I pointed. Struck by sudden inspiration and throwing my original plan to wait until the evening by the wayside, I shoved the camera into John's arms. This was it.

I led the group to the spot in front of the Main Street Theatre where I'd first approached the love of my life. I looked back at John over the two girls' shoulders, winked, and nodded, hoping he would see what I was doing. He nodded back, almost imperceptibly.

I led Anna back to the spot we'd met, and she smiled at me. My heart was beating like machine-gun fire in my chest.

"So, Anna was here," I said to our friends, as though I was going to demonstrate or something. My mouth was dry. John had stopped a little way back. "And I..." I trailed off, standing next to Anna, and then reached into my pocket, pulling the box out as I dropped to one knee. The world around us disappeared, and as far as I was concerned, it was just Anna and me alone together in a void. She glanced over at me curiously, maybe thinking I was going to tie my shoe.

"Anna, from the moment we met, I knew I loved you. Your smile, your laughter, and the way you brighten every day have made my life feel like a perfect dream since we met. I can't imagine living without you." Anna had frozen, and her hand reached up to cover her mouth. I opened the box to show her the ring I'd chosen for her.

"You are my best friend and my soulmate. I have never been more certain about anything than that I love you, and I am forever grateful that you didn't turn me away the moment we met. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, cherishing you, supporting you, and loving you, no matter what form our future may take. I have never been as happy as I have been since I met you, and I want to spend every minute of my life making you as happy as you make me. Anna Julia Robinson, will you marry me?"

My mouth was dry as I finished my speech, and I could hear my heart beating like a drum in my chest as I put my future in her hands. She was still frozen, her eyes watering slightly over the top of her hand. Suddenly, Anna broke free from the spell she was under and started nodding frantically as her hand fell away. Her lips curled upward, and her gleaming smile was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I was a lost soul, and it was like a shining oasis in a barren desert.

"Yes!"

Author's note: Thank you to everyone who's enjoying this story. One more chapter until what I'm considering the end of the first arc of the story, and I am so grateful for all of you for sticking with me (and a special thanks to a few of you who have even influenced the story's direction with a well-timed comment as I was working through my plans). While the first arc is coming to a close in the next chapter, have no fear - I am far from being done with Anna and Charlie and their friends, whom I've come to hold quite dear, and have already started plotting the next part of their story.

As always, your follows, reviews, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated and extremely meaningful to an amateur writer like myself. Please let me know what you think and even what you'd like to see happen - if a request doesn't break my overall plot, you never know - you might get your wish. Thanks again to all of you for sticking with me through this journey.

-Royal