The Dress Code Ch. 15

Emma

It was a nice day to eat outside. The air was tastefully hot and there was a gentle breeze that seemed to blow every time it felt like it was getting too warm. A perfect summer morning by all accounts.

Emma looked from her half finished brunch to the piles of planners and magazines strewn about the table. She was supposed to be helping Rita and Ashley plan for the wedding, but her mind just couldn't seem to focus. Even the food wasn't doing it for her today.

Moving the food around on her plate, she glanced over at the others. Both of them were going over a list of names, trying to narrow down the guest list. They were both laughing and giggling over one of the names. Emma had been excited to meet up when they had first made the plans, but now all the mushy talk was just making her feel alone. She always thought that she'd be the one getting married next. At least before Rita.

Sure she'd had plenty of flings, and plenty of good dick, but nothing substantial. Laying her fork down, she began rubbing her wrist where her bracelet usually was. They had all decided to leave them off for their meet-up, they needed to be focused after all. Not that she was complaining.

Sure all the dicks were great, but there was still nothing substantial behind them. There had been a few men who had piqued her interest, but when she actually talked to them they were just so disappointing. Completely transparent, emotionally unavailable, dicks.

Emma remembered when she'd gone over to Ashley's place that first night. How much she'd tossed and turned, debating how many of her principles she would be willing to overlook for a chance to scratch that primal itch. The answer, it turned out, was quite a few. Not that she had minded, she'd be the first to admit how badly she'd needed to get out of her shell and explore the world. But she'd been exploring for a while now, she was getting restless.

She needed someone who was a part of her life, not just in it. Or in her. Someone who cared about her. Someone who-

"Hey, you okay Emma?"

Emma's head whipped up and she saw both of her friends staring at her. Two worried faces staring her down.

"Yea, sorry. Just zoned out a bit."

They both glanced at each other in that worried fashion the two of them had, but thankfully they dropped it. She didn't need to start burdening them with all of her turmoil today, not when Rita had so much on her own plate.

"Well," Rita started, "I was trying to ask you about Charles."

"Who?"

"Charles, my cousin. Or third cousin or something. He's from out of town."

Emma couldn't recall Rita mentioning him before, and she sure as hell hadn't met him. "So, what about him?"

"Well, my mom wanted me to involve him in the ceremony. The last year has been rough on him and she said he needed the distraction." Rita looked over at one of her binders. "Plus, I was hoping to pair the two of you up?"

Right, because otherwise she didn't have anyone else to bring. She was the only bridesmaid who didn't have anyone in her life. "Just for the wedding, right?"

Rita gave her a look. "Yes, just for the wedding."

Ashley chuckled. "Well, let's not rule anything out now."

The both of them started chuckling and Emma gave them a gentle smile. It was nice of them to try playing matchmaker. She'd gone on a few dates recently, with out of towners, but none of them ever seemed to work out. Not only were they just as emotionally stunted as the rest of the men in her life, but all they seemed to care about was whether or not the rumors about Vestido were true.

Basically; they wanted to know if she was easy.

She knew the world wasn't a fantasy, she knew the perfect man wasn't about to show up out of nowhere and whisk her off her feet. But who knows, maybe there'll be something to cousin Charles. What is it they say? Thirtieth time's the charm?

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Cousin Charles was not different. Apparently he lived so far away, he was only going to make it for the wedding. Not the rehearsal. Instead, she got to pretend he was there and pantomime the entire event by herself. Like a fool. At least the rest of the rehearsal went fine.

It was more than she could say for the wedding.

Why did they have to schedule everything so close?!

Suzie had offered to let them use the Saborosa for the reception, but of course they could only set up after the breakfast rush. So who was stuck running around with her head cut off trying to get everything in place before running off to the wedding venue? Emma. lucky girl.

Arms loaded with boxes, she started the long trek across the parking lot. This should be the last trip unless she forgot anything. She hoped she didn't forget anything. That would mean she'd need to drive all the way back home to get it. She couldn't afford that long of a detour right now.

She couldn't afford any detours right now. There wasn't any time scheduled for detours.

No time at all. She had to be on time. She didn't want to ruin this for Rita.

And of course, that meant she was bound to be the one to let her down.

Halfway across the parking lot her foot caught on something, and she tried to balance herself. Which failed spectacularly. It was almost comical; seeing the boxes up in the air, the blue sky a beautiful background as the cardboard cubes came raining down. Her head racing towards the pavement.

And then all the blue was gone.

Except for two bright blue dots.

Two very eye shaped dots.

Emma blinked and tried to steady herself, but when she reached out for the pavement all she felt was a thick arm of muscle. An arm, with a hand. A hand that was currently pressed very firmly against the small of her back.

Blinking again, she found those two blue dots staring back at her. His face was full of concern. A very handsome face.

"Uh, hi?"

"Hi. Are you okay?"

Oh, that voice. That voice was smooth and rough in all the best ways.

"I am now."

The stranger chuckled. "Well that's good. Sorry I couldn't save your party though."

"Huh?" Emma looked at him, puzzled, then it hit her. "Oh shit!"

Tumbling out of his grasp, she began grabbing all the spilt decorations and shoving them into the closest box she could find. This was definitely not on today's schedule. Then again, neither was meeting Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. And talkative.

They made conversation while he helped her pick up the rest of the supplies, nothing mind blowing. She couldn't even remember most of it, except how calm his voice made her feel.

She almost wished there was more stuff to pick up. But alas, time was ticking.

"Thanks again for catching me."

He offered her that glowing smile of his. "I'm just glad I was here, that could have been nasty."

"Sure could have..." Smooth Emma. "It was nice meeting you." Super smooth.

He smiled at her again. "You too, maybe I'll see you again some time."

"Same, sorry I have to run off." Yup, super smooth.

He gave her another one of those soft smiles and waved goodbye, making his way to his car. She couldn't say she was sad to see him go though. It wasn't just his arms that were filled with muscles apparently.

Emma shook her head. Not the time girl, there was party that needed setting up.

She wished she had had more time to talk though. Shit. She should have at least got his number. She didn't even recognize him, he must be visiting. Seemed nice for a tourist though, he hadn't even made a pass at her.

She took a breath and steadied herself as she placed the supplies down in the party room. Oh well, she had more important things to worry about anyway.

What felt like a million streamers and chair covers later, she was done. With barely enough time to make it to the wedding.

She shouldn't have been so worried though. Everyone was so flustered they barely noticed her slipping in at the last minute. Stripping down and slipping on her bridesmaid dress, she went to see if Rita needed any help. Luckily Ashley seemed to have it covered.

The two of them were standing in front of the large cheval mirror, Ashley attempting to zip Rita into her dress.

"Wow. You look gorgeous, Rita."

They both turned and looked at her, Rita tried to smile. "Thanks, I just wish I felt it. Don't think I've been so nervous my entire life."

Emma tried to suppress her giggle. "It's a big day, I'm sure Roy is feeling the same way."

Ashley finally got the zipper unstuck and began working on the veil. "Speaking of, would you mind checking on the boys? They need to be out there before we start the procession."

"Sure, I'll try to whip them into shape." It was a good excuse to see if she could meet Charles after all. At least then she wouldn't be walking down the aisle with a complete stranger.

Making her way through the maze of hallways, she gave the door a courteous knock, waited a beat, and opened the door. "Alrighty boys, hope you're all decent and ready to go!"

She had expected to see a bit of skin, but not a whole wall of it.

When she traced the hairy chest up to a thick neck and stubbled chin, she was not prepared to find those bright blues staring back at her.

"Um..." Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome stammered. "Hello?"

"Hello to you too."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm in the wedding. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, me too! Hi, I'm Charles, Rita's cousin. What's your name?"

Emma chided herself. Brand new stranger shows up the same day her mysterious groomsman was supposed to appear? Duh.

"My name's Emma."

"Oh! And here I thought I wasn't going to know my dance partner tonight. What a surprise." He chuckled.

Corny, but sweet.

Charles nervously reached up and began ruffling with his hair. "Sorry I left you all alone this week, I've been packing up my stuff back home and there's been a lot of issues so I wasn't able to leave 'till the last minute"

"That's okay, I'm glad you're here now" Smooth Emma, really smooth.

"Hey!" David shouted over Charles' shoulder. "Emma, when you're done drooling can you close the door so we can finish changing? I promise we'll be out soon." He gave her a wicked grin and went back to tying his tie.

Jerk.

Not that he was wrong, she had been enjoying the view.

Charles gave her an apologetic smile and began closing the door. "I'll see you soon, Emma."

"Uh, yea, see you soon."

What the fuck Emma. Way to be a starstruck stereotype. Get a grip girl.

Shaking her head, and giving herself a pinch for good measure, she made her way back to the woman's changing room. Hopefully everyone was done by the time she got there.

Thankfully the universe must have heard her prayers because the rest of the wedding went off without a hitch. No accidents or mix ups, and all the locals kept it in their pants. Well, until the reception anyway.

They had sent out plenty of notices stating the wedding would be a civil event. In other words, no one was allowed to even wear their bracelets into the wedding hall. No hanky panky allowed.

Everyone was supposed to follow the same rules at the reception, but with all the alcohol going around it was only inevitable that people would start sneaking off. Especially when the bride and groom were the worst offenders.

Emma had already had to go chasing after them twice because guests kept asking where they were. Finally, Ashley tapped in and told her to take a break.

Which is exactly how she ended up sitting alone with Charles. Awkward.

But not unpleasant.

Slipping her heels off, she started massaging her foot as she tried to sneak a peek at him. As good as he looked out of his suit, he looked even nicer in it. Though she wouldn't say no to another look at those muscles of his.

"So," he asked, "How long have you known my cousin?"

"We've been friends for a few years now, but we worked together for a while before that too."

"Oh, so you work at Contador too?"

"Yea, but in a different department."

"Do you like it?" He seemed genuinely interested.

Not that Emma wanted to talk about work. So she tried to twist it back on him. "It's alright, for work. How about you? You mentioned you were moving, where to?"

"Oh, well I actually accepted a job here in town, at the same company as Rita. So I guess I'll be seeing you again pretty soon." He gave her one of those smiles again. One of those too cute smiles.

"Well, we mostly work from home nowadays." Which she was now starting to regret. Would have been nice seeing him around the office every day.

"Oh, that's too bad." He looked almost as sad as she felt. But the smile was back a moment later. "So, what's it like living up here? Is there a lot to do?"

If only you knew.

Actually, how much did he know about Vestido anyway? He must have heard about them by now. They were all over the news, not to mention the internet.

Not wanting to be the one to spill the secret, she decided to play it safe and tell him about all the hiking trails. Emma tried to turn the conversation back to him again after, but he always managed to spin it back on her.

She wasn't used to it at all.

Usually, the guys she tended to go after always talked about themselves. About their own desires or their fancy cars. They never seemed to give her a second thought beyond seeing what she looked like. It was a nice change of pace. Though it made it awfully hard to get to know him.

Soon the party began to die down though. Which was probably for the best, she wasn't sure how long she could keep talking about herself. It was definitely not something she was accustomed to. But he always seemed to know the right questions to ask to get her talking.

"Hey, should we start picking up?"

"Yea, if we want to get home on time." She didn't want to stop talking though, she still wanted to know more about him.

While the rest of the guests pittered out and left, Charles and Emma cleared up the party room. It was a lot easier taking it down than it was putting it up. Especially with his help.

Soon everything was boxed up and done. She decided to leave the boxes in the backroom though, no need to risk bringing them back across the parking lot so late at night. Though, she did have an escort.

Arms tucked together, strolling across the pavement, Charles walked her to her car and she did her best to resist leaning her head against his shoulder. Too bad it was so late, she didn't want the night to end yet. But they should both be getting home, she could already feel the yawns coming. Speaking of.

"Hey, where are you staying anyway? Did you already get the keys to your new place?

"Not yet," he explained. "There was a mix up at the apartment complex, so I was just gonna ask one of the other groomsmen if I could stay at their place."

Emma took a look at the empty parking lot. There were only two cars left. Hers, and his. "Sorry to break it to you, but I think they all went home already."

"Well shit. Are there any good hotels in town?"

"None that are open this late. Do you just wanna spend the night at my place?" That didn't sound too desperate. Right? Right.

In the dim light of the street lamps she couldn't be sure, but she swore he blushed. "Are you sure?"

"Well, It's my fault you didn't get a chance to ask anyone else," She chuckled. "I kinda kept you all to myself tonight."

He turned and looked at her, that silly smirk on his face again. "And what a lovely night it's been."

It was Emma's turn to blush. Fishing her keys out of her purse, she unlocked her car and quickly made her way over to the driver's seat. "How about I let you make it up to me in the morning, you can take me out to breakfast."

Damn girl. When did you put your brave pants on?

Charles just grinned and helped himself into the passenger seat. "Sure, I'd love to buy you breakfast."

He grabbed his bag out of his car, and soon they were on their way back to her place, Emma tried her best not to speed. It had been a while since she'd brought a date back to her place. Most of her recent dates hadn't even lasted past dinner. Bunch of jerks.

Hoping he couldn't tell how anxious she was, she pulled into her spot and put the car in park. "That's me over there, on the left."

Making their way across the parking lot, she tried not to giggle. She felt like a teenager sneaking a boy home. Not that the neighbors would mind. Hell, bringing a date home and banging them inside was upright polite nowadays. Though, it was pretty bold to assume there would be any banging going on tonight.

Emma tried not to blush as she shut the door behind them. Had she always been such a horndog? The man came out of nowhere and showered her with compliments, and her first thought was to drag him home and bend over the nearest sturdy object she could find? Get a grip Emma.

She shook her head and plopped down on the couch. Kicking her heels off, she let out a sigh and leaned her head back as she stretched her legs.

"Your feet must be killing you," he said, as she felt the couch lean as he sat down beside her, "do you want me to rub them?"

Seriously? Emma had to bite her lip as she tried not to laugh. First he saved her neck, then he let her talk his ears off all night, not to mention all cleaning he did while she was cleaning up, all without looking at her like a piece of meat she might add, and now he wanted to rub her feet? Who was this guy and could she order a second for her shoulders.

Peeking at him through her lashes, she stretched her foot out and poked it in his direction, wiggling it ever so menacingly. "Are you sure? I can't promise it'll get you out of buying breakfast."

Charles chuckled but grabbed her foot, pulling it onto his lap. "If anyone's earned it tonight, it's definitely you. That was a lot of decorations, and from what I saw this morning you were the only one setting them up."

Emma bit her lip again as he pressed into her arch, trying her best not to let out a moan. Damn, he was really good at that.

"Well, I'd say it was worth it. They looked amazing, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves."

He nodded and continued to rub her arc, slowly moving down to her heel.

"Still, it must hav-"

Emma tossed her other foot up and over at him, swinging herself so she was facing him. Leaning back on the armrest, she waved her foot, once more, as menacingly as she could muster.

"Uh-uh, it's my turn to ask the questions now, mister. You've been talking me up all night and I feel like I barely know you. Which is saying a lot since I even invited you to sleep over." She poked her toe towards him at the last point. "So, how about you pony up some info. I want to make sure I'm not bunking with a serial killer after all."

Charles chuckled but put her foot on his lap and pulled the other one out of his face. He was quiet for a bit, working on her other arch as he stared down, lost in thought. She was about to say something when he finally spoke.

"I guess I have been pretty distant today." His voice was quiet, almost sad. "I guess I wasn't prepared for how much family I was going to see. It brought up a lot of memories."

He paused, still staring down at her feet but not really looking at them. After a moment, he looked over at her.

"My mom passed a few months ago, and I guess you could say I haven't been handling it too well. It was just me and my mom for as long as I can remember, so when she left and I was all by myself, surrounded by all of those memories, It was pretty rough."

He leaned his head back, letting out a breath that she didn't even realize he'd been holding. He gave her heel a squeeze and then left her feet on his lap. He was still holding them, but it wasn't really a massage any more. There was something comforting about the way he held her though.

"Rita's mom has been really nice to me throughout all of it. I guess they were pretty close when they were younger. So when she mentioned moving closer to family and switching things up, I took her up on it." He gave her feet one last squeeze and then turned to smile at her. "And that's how I made my way out here. It took a while to land the job, and sign all the papers to sell the old house and rent here, but I think It'll be a good place for a fresh start."

Emma just smiled at him. That hapless smile that you had when people talked about loss. She could never know his mom, but he obviously cared about her. Moving her feet off his lap, she scooched over and let her head rest against his shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad you moved here too. And I think she'd be proud of the son she raised."

He put his head on hers and the two of them sat there, cozy and content. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment. It had been a while since she'd had this with someone, some peace and quiet. It was nice.

She took a deep breath, and a smile caught her lips. He smelled good too. There was a nice woody scent to his cologne, and there was a musky undertone from all the work they'd done breaking down the decorations.

"You know, I'm really glad you were my date tonight."

Emma smiled. "I'm glad too. I'm happy you had fun tonight."

"I really did, I think I'll like it here. Everyone has been super kind."

She couldn't help grinning. Maybe it was the long day finally getting to her, but she decided to go for it.

"Everyone, huh?" Emma smiled, placing her hand on his lap. "Does that mean you've already been given a taste of Vestido hospitality?"

His breath caught and her smile got even bigger. Slowly, she slid her hand a fraction higher, ever so closer to his crotch.

Charles coughed, and tried to reposition himself.

"Um, I don't want you to think I have the wrong idea or anything..." He coughed again, and seemed to fidget in his seat, but she kept her hand on his lap. "But are you hitting on me?"

Emma smiled, turning so she was face to face with him. His nose almost touched hers. "And what if I am?"

Charles was definitely blushing now. He smiled at her but back away, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched her. It was like he wanted to keep looking at her, but was too nervous too, his eyes darted around the room. It was cute.

Well, maybe she had come on a bit strong. It had been a while since she'd tried flirting with anyone that wasn't a local.

"Am I moving too fast?"

"It just caught me off guard. I don't think anyone's ever come on to me so suddenly before."

Emma grinned up at him. "Well, not sure if Rita mentioned, but we're pretty open minded around here."

His lip twitched, and she was pretty sure something else had as well.

"Well, I can slow down, if you want." She slid her hand back down, just a fraction. Then grinned even wider. "Or I can speed up."

Her hand slid across the smooth texture of his pants, up and up until she was practically on top of his crotch. All the while, staring right into his beautiful blue eyes.

Charles gulped, but he was definitely smiling now.

"Well, I guess it would be rude to say no to such nice hospitality, right?"

Emma didn't think her smile could get any bigger. Swinging her leg over his lap, she climbed onto his lap, grabbed his face in her hands, and kissed him.

It was everything she'd hoped it would be.

His lips were soft but firm, and she felt like she could taste that musky scent of his as her tongue explored his. She moaned into his mouth as her body grinded down into his lap, enjoying the feeling of his crotch rising up to meet her.

Just when she was going to pull away and catch her breath, she let out a gasp as he grabbed her and pinned her to the couch. Pressing his weight down on her, she moaned as he grinded against her, lips locked together as he writhed against her body.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tried to pull him closer, and sighed into his mouth as his tongue played with hers. They both moaned in time with each other, even as his thrusts became more and more desperate. He pulled away, and tried to catch his breath as he stared into her eyes.

She'd never seen a man so hungry before.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned down and kissed her bottom lip. She tried to kiss him back, but he didn't linger. Kissing her chin, and then her cheek, he made his way down her neck in what seemed to take eternity. When she didn't think she could take any more, his hands grabbed her dress and yanked it off her shoulders, exposing her just as his mouth reached her cleavage.

Like a madman, he was on her. First one side, and then the other, his mouth teased and toyed with her nipples as his hands squeezed every inch of her breasts. She moaned into the air as his lips wrapped around her and his teeth gently pinched her nipples.

"No, no more, please," she begged, grinding up into him with desperation. "Please, no more teasing. I need more. I need you."

He didn't answer. Charles just released her tender nipple from his mouth with a pop, and kissed it gently before getting off of her. She watched as he stood over her, and then squealed as he grabbed her legs and turned her around.

Getting on his knees in front of her, he smiled as he pushed her dress up her thighs. Still smiling at her, his eyes twinkling, a smirk on his lips, he reached up and slowly rolled her underwear off. She tried to help, to speed things along, but he kept a firm grip on the delicate fabric until he pulled them off her ankles.

Placing them beside her, he kissed his way up her thighs and nudged her legs open until he had them resting on his shoulders. She wanted to protest, to tell him to get on with it and fuck her, but any argument was lost as his mouth found her lips and his tongue found her clit. God, that man could eat.

David was good, but this was on a whole other level. It felt like he had a vibrator hidden in his tongue. Running up and down her lips, around her clit, it felt amazing the way his tongue fluttered against her. She reached out and grabbed his hair as she let out the most obscene noises. She really hoped her neighbors couldn't hear her tonight.

Pulling on his hair, unsure if she wanted him to stop or keep going, she grinding up into his face as her thighs held him tight. If he was worried about running out of breath, he didn't show it. He just kept diving back in for more. Kissing and licking and sucking every inch of her, she didn't know how much longer she could take it. Her throat felt so raw, but every nerve in her body demanded he stay between her legs.

Even as her legs shook and her body wailed, once, twice, making an absolute mess of his face as she came again and again, it wasn't until her toes were literally shaking that she finally tapped out. No one could take that much pleasure all at once. Three orgasms was too much, especially back to back like that.

Slapping his head to get his attention, she cried out. "No more, please. Too much, I can't breathe."

Her clit felt like it was about to fall off, but he kissed it gently as he untangled himself and pulled her shaking legs off his shoulders. He leaned back and smiled up at her, that stupid grin a mess with her juices.

"I told you, I like to be generous."

Emma chuckled, even as she tried to catch her breath. Generous was an understatement. She couldn't remember the last time a man had made her cum so much. And yet, she needed more.

"And I appreciate it, but right now I need a different type of generosity." Spreading her legs, she watched him as she ran her hands down her body and caressed her folds. Spreading them wide and teasing her hole, she gave him what she hoped was a spectacular view. "I need you. I need you bad."

She watched, teasing herself, as he stripped out of his suit, tossing everything aside until he was bare as could be. And looking delicious. He wasn't as enormous as some of the other cocks she'd had lately, but he was wonderfully thick, and her clit twitched against her fingers as she admired the curve he had going on.

Wrapping his hand around his shaft, as best he could, he walked closer and she could see a thick bead of precum barely hanging on as his fist rolled up and down his rod. He looked ready to jump back on top of her, but he paused.

"Do, uh, I need a condom?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "The only thing you need wrapped around that beauty is my tight pussy. Now come here."

Grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the couch, he lined himself up and began rubbing himself all around in her juices.

"I'm not sure how long I'll last. It's been a while."

"I don't care. I need you. Now."

That was all the motivation he needed.

With all her juices dripping down his cock, her body literally aching with need, he slipped in almost easily. She barely noticed as his thickness spread her open, slamming into her as he moaned in her ear.

Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she held on tight as she begging him to fuck her. And fuck her he did.

Charles slammed into her with every once of strength he had, fucking her harder and faster than she could have imagined. With how gently he'd teased her, she never could have imagined this level of desperation. It really must have been a while since he'd been with anyone. Every thrust was crazy and erratic, his moans laced with need as he kissed and bit her neck, grinding into her body as his hips slammed into her again and again.

Her body encouraged him, egging him on, squeezing and pulling him deeper even as she felt him twitching inside of her. He made the most beautiful noises when he finished.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy. She squeezed her thighs around him and rubbed his back as he tried to caught his breath. Savoring the sensation of his cock twitching and pulsing inside of her. It may have been quick, but it had hit the spot and then some.

They laid there together for a while, her eyes closed, running her hands over the taught muscles of his back, slowly feeling his cock shrink out of her. It was a tender moment, and she cherished every moment of it as his breath steadied.

"Wow. Just, wow," he said, trying to push himself up off his knees. "Not sure what came over me."

Emma couldn't help herself, she giggled.

"Me. And a lot."

Charles burst out laughing and it sent her off as well. It only got worse when she caught his cock dangling around as he laughed. It must have been well past midnight now, and it was starting to show. She'd barely gotten any sleep the night before and she was definitely paying for it now. Though, so far the evening had been worth the price.

"But really, I'm sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head. "I don't usually do something like this."

"What, give a girl the best night of her life?"

He smiled at her, but it was soft, hiding something. She could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, overthinking things far too much after all the fun they'd had together.

Emma shook her head. "I'm serious. You spend the whole night spending time with me, always making me feel heard, then give me some of the best orgasms of my life." She let out a chuckle as she tried to sit up, her legs still shaking. "And you don't think you're amazing?"

"You mean it?"

"Yes, you big lug. Now help me up, I think my legs turned to jello somewhere between orgasm two and three."

Charles laughed but complied, sliding a hand under her ass and one behind her back as he lifted her up into his arms.

"Where to?"

She gestured towards the back wall. "To bed, silly. You need your rest."

"Oh yea, why's that?"

"Because I need you awake and alert tomorrow so you can take me to breakfast." She kissed his cheek as he started towards the bedroom. "Or lunch, it depends on how long it takes us to get out of bed in the morning."

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Their meal turned out to be somewhere in between the two. They'd definitely rolled out of bed well past breakfast time, but thankfully they'd finished their under cover tussle before the lunch rush had hit.

Charles was a true gentleman of course. He opened her driver's door for her, both times, and held her hand all the way to the restaurant entrance. And he'd made it abundantly clear he was paying.

"You know I was only kidding about paying me back, right?" She giggled.

"Well, I wasn't," he said, chuckling to himself as he slid into the booth across from her. "And if their meals are half as good as last night's catering, It'll be worth it."

She rolled her eyes, but reached out to place her hand on his. He grinned as she squeezed his hand and they kept busy staring into each other's eyes until the waitress showed up.

"Howdy Emma, and friend, what can I get for you two?"

"A triple stack of pancakes for me, blueberry please. Oh, and a side of homefries. You, Charles?"

He smiled at her, and grabbed the menu with his free hand, turning his other one upward so they were both holding on to each other.

Emma couldn't help smiling. The waitress gave her a look and she just shrugged. What could she say, it was nice being cute for once. None of the other guys in her life had ever been comfortable with this sort of thing, but it was nice. Comforting.

"I think I'll have the- woah, hey buddy!"

The second part came as a shout, and she squeezed his hand in surprise. His eyes were wide with anger, and she jumped as the waitress was suddenly pinned against their table.

The 'buddy' in question just gave him a look and raised his hand, shaking the bracelet on his wrist before flipping the waitress's skirt up over her ass and fumbling around with his pants.

Charles tried to stand up, but Emma held on tight, trying her best to stifle the laughter building up inside of her. There was no way, no fucking way.

"Hey, let me go Emma. What do you think you're doing bud? Let her go. Now."

The guy just stared at him, still trying to get his belt undone. "You new in town or what, dude?"

"It's fine, really. What's the rest of your order, hun?" The waitress smiled at him, trying to hold her pad and pen steady as the man finally got his cock out and started rubbing it against her.

Charles just stared, eyes going wide as the man slid into their waitress and began to hump her against the table.

Emma tried to control herself, but was shaking with the effort as her laugh fought to escape. He turned to look at her, his eyes wide with panic and filled with thousands of questions.

"Um, don't take this the wrong way, but did Rita or her mom tell you anything about Vestido? Like, at all?"

Charles just stared at her, blankly. He blinked, and turned back towards their waitress and the stranger. He blinked again, and then looked back at her like she had grown a third tit.

He shook his head.

She tried to cover her mouth, but the smallest laugh still escaped. "Oh, I am so sorry. They really should have. I don't mean to laugh but..." She made the mistake of looking at the waitress, and when they locked eyes, the floodgates opened.

The other man grunted as the waitress laughed, squeezed tight as she tried to maintain some semblance of professionalism. Thankfully, she didn't have to keep up the act for long. After a handful of thrusts the man let out another grunt and gave the girl's ass a firm spank before walking back to his table. The waitress took a few moments to compose herself and Emma turned to check in with Charles.

Yup. Completely shell-shocked.

She squeezed his arm, and he flinched. Then looked in her eyes, his brain still running a thousand miles a minute.

"Place your order, and I'll explain everything."

"Uh, yea, okay," he said. Blinking as he picked the menu back up. "Uh, the special, extra meat?"

"Sure thing, hun."

She jotted it down, barely containing a giggle, and headed back towards the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.

"Okay... What - and I mean this as politely as possible - the fuck?"

Emma tried not to laugh again. It really wasn't that funny. She tried to give him the broad strokes and he just kept staring at her like a fish out of water. She knew it was a lot to take in, but most people had heard about them by now. As much as she thought Rita should have warned him, she had probably assumed he knew.

After doing her best to explain everything, the two of them sat there, silently, until their food arrived. She dug into her pancakes and watched him poke at his food, still thinking.

She didn't like how quiet he was, but she got it, it was a lot to take in. She still remembered what it was like hearing they'd been dosed. The world had kinda flipped in on itself, and it had taken a while for her to get her bearings again. Living here, having the freedom to do anyone, anytime she wanted, was great. But it was a far cry from what everyone else considered normal.

"So, do you have a bracelet?"

Emma paused, a big blueberry angled on the tip of her fork. She put it down on her plate and looked at him. His voice was soft, it didn't have the warmness she'd grown accustomed to.

"I do."

"So, you..."

"Do I let myself get used like our waitress?"

Charles nodded his head.

"I do. And I use them back." She looked into his big blue eyes. "I'm not ashamed of it. I haven't been in a serious relationship in years, and going that long without any dick is a lot to ask. I know we're all kinds of unconventional here, but we make it work."

She took a breath and reached out across the table. He didn't move his hand as she laid hers on top of it.

"I know this is crazy, I can't even imagine how you're handling it all. The town, all the sex," she paused before adding, "me... I know I can be too much sometimes. I don't want to scare you away."

"You aren't going to scare me away that easy"

Emma blinked as he spoke. His voice suddenly became a lot stronger than it had been a moment ago. It sent a shiver down her spine, and elsewhere.

"Listen, it's definitely a lot, you're not wrong," he said, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. "But, I don't think anything could scare me away from you now. I was just... It's a lot to think that I might not be enough to satisfy you."

"Oh."

Guess it was her turn to be the quiet one now.

She looked down at her hand, watching as he repositioned himself until he was clasping her fingers in his.

"It's a lot to take in, but I don't think anything could scare me away from you now. I really like you, Emma. I knew it the moment I caught you." He chuckled, glancing out at the parking lot for a moment. "It will be a lot to get used to, but I'm willing to try if it means I have a chance to be with you."

Emma paused, staring at him.

"You mean, with me, with me? Like, dating?"

"Oh shit, is that not something you guys do here? I'm really not sure how it works, I guess, is it all just one big town-wide open relationship thing? No labels or something?"

She burst out laughing. She couldn't help it. This man, this fucking man.

"No, definitely not," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. Emma smiled at him. "Dating is dating, anything a couple does or doesn't decide to do is all up to them." She pulled her bracelet out of her pocket, holding it in her palm for him to see. "For instance, personally, I have my eyes on someone right now, so I chose not to wear mine this morning."

"Oh." He sounded so despondent. Just staring at the shiny circlet in my hand. Then he looked up all of a sudden, eyes bright. "Oh! You mean me?"

Emma laughed. "Yes, silly." She put the bracelet back in her pocket. "So, if someone did want to date me, exclusively, I know I'd be okay with that."

The smile had returned to his eyes now. "Would you, really?"

"Well," she drawled, "If you really wanted to know how I feel, we could always head back to my place for a more... in depth conversation."

She smiled at him, her eyes raking over his body, slowly making her way towards those sweet blue pools of kindness. Their first conversation may not involve too much speaking, but they'd have time for words afterward. For now, she was more focused on dragging this sweet man back to her place for second breakfast.

Charles gulped as she stared him down, and his eyes flicked to his still full plate. "Let me fuel up first?"

Emma burst out laughing again, but nodded. He quickly dug into his meal, and she was reminded of how he worshiped her last night. She smirked. He was sweet, but in the best way. He lavished her with attention and hung on her every word. What more could a girl ask for?

She leaned back, admiring him.

Maybe he'd be able to keep up with her, maybe he wouldn't. Either way, she was going to enjoy spending more time with him. This was the first single man in a while that had treated her right, and she wasn't about to let him go.

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Aren't they a cute couple? And such an adorable story; a sweet boy moves from a big city and finds love in a depraved little town out in the middle of the woods. I could totally see a certain H channel making a Valentine's Day movie out of it. If they leave out all the orgies and stuff.

Your fun fact this week? This chapter had to have a complete re-write! That's right, originally it was tied for the smallest chapter. I'm not sure if it was just Covid hitting extra hard that month or what, but while I was proofreading I just couldn't shake the feeling that it needed something more. I'm glad I did, I think it was the send off that Emma deserved.

Anyway, next week is the big moment, the final chapter of this little passion project that I've spent so many years on. I really hope my next work won't take as long. Anyway, I'll save all the big commentary for next week, until then, happy readings, you kinky people