Chapter 15 #2
The music shift had been so dramatically different, it took a second to register the sound of an electric guitar radiating the “Your Biggest Fan” from the show The Vampire Lestat.
But it wasn’t even just that. It was Graham.
And he was literally decked out in Lestat’s signature costume, eyeliner and all.
He knew this was like, my favorite Anne Rice book.
To be dressed as my Lestat to his Akasha, when I hadn’t even thought he was coming, singing a song that praised me, I was trying not to mess up my makeup, but it was really hard.
“I’m trying not to cry, it was so hard doing my makeup.” As Yenory dot my eye makeup, claiming it looked better a little messy. “Gosh, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“I just wanted to surprise you. How could you think I wouldn't be here on such a big day for you?” he reassured, reaching in to give me a hug, which I countered with a kiss.
“Thank you.”
“It was nothing. You look beautiful, by the way.” I did my best to fix my face, as I knew from my reaction, my parents would have questions.
“Jacqueline, we thought we knew all of your good friends,” my mother probed.
“Mom, Dad, I apologize. This is Graham, my boyfriend.” Not sure of what to refer to him as. Thankfully, Graham kept up his composure, giving both of my parents a warm welcome.
“Boyfriend?” my dad questioned, as Graham offered him a firm handshake, and he made my dad's acquaintance.
“That’s not a problem for you, is it, sir?” Graham questioned.
“No, we'll just have to have dinner sometime. Get to know the man important in our daughter's life.”
“Looking forward to that,” Graham beamed. I had a feeling I was going to have to address the misuse of terms before the night ended. I didn't want him to think that I was trying to corner him into something more than what we agreed to.
Maybe I should have better prepared myself for a surprise like this.
Graham's presence seemed like it had always been there, as instead of trying to maneuver between creating new teams, he and I just took turns during my turn to bowl. That was a good call too, because for the first time all night I was getting strikes every time I'd go to bowl. And every time I came back, he’d pull me back onto his lap like I’d never left.
“Seriously, though. Thank you so much for coming,” I whispered, grateful that over the noise, few people could hear us.
“I wouldn't have missed this,” as he leaned in for a light peck.
“I'm sure I'll find a way to thank you later,” I whispered back.
“We find a private place, and you can make it up to me now,” he flirted as I bit my lip, looking over toward the signs for the bathroom.
“We'd have to be quick. Like super quick,” I reiterated as the plan consisted of me silently excusing myself, and him leaving straight after our turn to bowl.
The public bathroom wasn't that big, but at the least the door locked, as I hadn't been in there a minute before Graham met me in a lip lock, reaching to lock the door.
“Mmm…” Graham moaned into the kiss. “You were right, your tits do look amazing in that get-up.” He smiled into the kiss.
“Baby.” Kiss. “I'm so grateful you came.”
“Of course.” Kiss. “A little weird meeting your parents twenty minutes before we ducked to fuck in a toilet,” he joked. “But totally worth the awkwardness. Plus, public sex is a bucket list item,” he finished.
I wrapped my arms around him, as his hands made a home, squeezing the outside of my ass, his fingers getting lost in the sides of the G-string I wore for compatibility purposes.
“Shit, do you have any condoms, Jaq? I meant to get some on the way after, but I don't have any on hand.”
“Graham, it's okay. We use them like 90% of the time.”
As Graham held out his hand, rotating it to suggest more or less. “Like, 85% of the time.”
Forcing us to both laugh, and in tandem, agree on, “75% of the time.”
We rushed for them a lot in the beginning, even if only to familiarize Graham with the art of using them.
But we were pretty lax this far into knowing each other.
Between getting checked regularly, something that was a first for him, and my IUD, we didn’t always chastise ourselves when a condom wasn’t available.
“You look so sexy as a witchy vampire,” he said, kissing my shoulder from behind, reaching between my legs to determine how wet he needed to get me.
Honestly, even if he hadn’t gone out of his way, between his presence, surprising me, his serenades, even just a text from him would have made me ready for him.
Showing up for me made feel…I don’t know.
Safe somehow. In a way I wasn’t accustom to.
“Jesus Christ, Jacqueline, you're already soaked,” he laughed to himself, pushing the side of my costume to the side, as he lifted my leg on his hip, easing his thick hard cock past my walls.
“Shit, you feel amazing,” as he licked his lips, meeting his rocking hips with rubbing my clit. “But I remember this is a public bathroom, so I don't want to touch anything.”
“Just concentrate on fucking me. Remember, we have to be quick,” gently reminding him, as he lifted me off my feet, fucking me up against the nearest wall. Everything was going good until a knock came at the door.
“Geez, public sex is harder than it looks,” he laughed, deciding that if we were going to get anywhere quick, we'd have to transition into a position that could bring that quick reward.
“Just get behind me,” I instructed, seamlessly transitioning into standing doggy.
“Aw, fuck, I'm about to come, ba—”
“Jacqueline, are you in there?” as both of us froze mid stroke. “I tried to wait as long as I could, but you know me and my kidney issues. This wine got me running back and forth.”
“Is that your mum?” Graham instantly stopped.
“I'll be right out,” I called out, Graham carefully trying to handle his erection back into his pants. “Why did I think it was a good idea to wear leather?” he joked.
“We'll try again back at yours?” I kissed him, wiping off the remnants of lipstick I’d left on his mouth and face.
“I've got a counter with your name on it,” he flirted, gathering ourselves together in an awkward exchange upon unlocking the door, as my mom pushed both of us out the way, closing and locking the door behind her. We were going to need a really good lay to make up for this one.
***
In lustful bouts of impatience, Graham knocked over everything on his closest kitchen counter, lifting me up on top, as we proceeded to reach round two.
“Aw man. I really meant it when I said your tits looked amazing in that costume,” he said in tandem with his thrusts. “But nothing compares to how good your pussy feels,” as he pulled down my bra plate, reaching into give attention to my breasts, stomach and neck.
“Oh, fuck Graham. Fuck me. Give me those damn hips.”
“Fuck, I love the way you’re take this fucking dick,” he groaned in response.
Graham was very different week one of our arrangement than week six.
He’d always been his version of confident, but he went from asking whether every little thing was alright, to leaning into what he liked to do or say without my guidance.
You could see and feel the difference in his performance.
“Baby, slow down,” I warned.
“Slow down?” he groaned, in response.
“It feels a little different when I’m against a hard surface. I know I’m about to cum, I just don’t want the sensation to dull because my butt is numb,” I explained, as his pace obeyed, his hips holding back as I reached down to touch myself, Graham watching my walls clamp down on him in awe.
“Sometimes it’s nice to just see you throbbing on me,” he regarded, leaning in for a kiss, before sliding me off the table.
I appreciated him caring that my butt was numb, as he bent me over his kitchen table and entered me from behind.
It was feral, but close. Back to chest, his hands stretched out on top of mine.
A lot of kissing and panting a result of the shift.
“You gonna cum for me baby?” I encouraged, making him drive a little faster, as his voice broke, his chest tensed up against me, and his fingers interlocked with mine, before he topped everything off with a sendoff kiss.
“That totally made up for earlier,” he admitted, wearing an exhausted dopey grin.
“Mmm…”I moaned into our kiss, basking into the sweaty aftermath. “I swear, you're totally gonna rock some girl's world one day.”
Graham withdrew, tucking himself back in his pants, as a lingering quiet consumed the room. If ever there was a visible shift in mood, now was that time.
“Why the heck would you say a thing like that?”
“A thing like what?” unsure of what caused the air to shift.
“Things like, you’re totally gonna rock some girl’s world one day,” he did his best trying to imitate my accent. “It just cheapens what we’re doing sometimes.”
“I didn’t say it with that intention. I’m just acknowledging that what we’re doing, one day, at least you won’t have those initial fears you had.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to hear that shit a minute after I fucked you. If I wanted to be with some other girl, I would be. But I’m not with some other girl, I’m with you.”
“Valid,” I held my hands up in surrender. “My mistake, I apologize—”
“And while we’re on the subject, what was the deal with you introducing me as your boyfriend? Between that and what you just said, if your goal isn’t to send mixed signals, you’re really bad at it,” he spat.
“Graham, I’m really sorry. I’ve always tried to be clear and concise with you, because I know it’s what you need.
It’s just, when I thought you weren’t coming to my launch party, I got a little bummed.
I would’ve been ok if you hadn’t. So, when you surprised me, I was emotional.
And I wasn’t about to introduce you to my parents as my situationship after I shed a tear or two.
They’re open-minded but a woman can only handle so much secondhand embarrassment,” I explained.
“Okay,” he seemed to accept my answer.