Harlow
“He’s all I can think about. Half the time, if my dad isn’t around, I just stay at his place and pick up some clothes from home. I can’t even get dressed without wondering if he’ll like my outfit. Jane, I’m in big trouble.”
My friend titters.
“It sounds like you’re in love, girlfriend,” she says. “Which would explain why I haven’t heard from you in weeks, and why I haven’t seen you in months.”
I laugh.
“Sorry about that. And who said anything about love?”
She throws me a look.
“Your eyes did, when you told me about your obsession with Gray Jamison.”
“My eyes said nothing,” I protest weakly.
She laughs.
“Then why are you ignoring your best friend all the time? It damn well better be love. I wouldn’t take anything less.”
I bite my lip, and then say, “Jane, he shaved me. We’re so intimate now that he used a razor on me, you know, in that place.”
She’s utterly shocked.
“Oh my god!”
I nod.
“I know, but it was so amazing. Gray’s got one of those fancy clawfoot tubs, and he drew me a warm bath. I soaked in it while he sponged me down and then he shaved my legs. I thought we were done, but then he had me lay on a towel on his bed where he took a straight razor and very slowly, shaved me down there. It was amazing.”
My friends eyes go wide.
“Sounds dangerous and kinky too! Does this happen all the time? Do you guys do illicit things together and then have hot monkey sex?
“Yes, sort of,” I say with a small giggle. “I mean, the shaving sounds weird and yet oddly intimate right? Like it’s more than just sex? He was touching me so tenderly, and licking me while he did it, and … well, you get the picture.”
My friend is shocked.
“I think you’re definitely in lust, Harlow. But what are you going to do once your internship is over?”
I shrug, a little miserable.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I could just be a summer fling for Gray. I mean, he’s forty-five and I’m twenty-one. I’m his best friend’s kid for crying out loud! I’m so afraid, Janie, that I mean nothing to him but temporary good times.”
She nods.
“I get it, girlfriend. But what’s your plan then?”
I shake my head, despondent again.
“I don’t know,” I say in a quiet voice. Then, I perk up a little. “But I’m still sorry I didn’t call you sooner. As you can tell, this has been a busy time in my life, but I’m back now.”
She grins saucily.
“Mm-hmm. Maybe return a text the day of, rather than a week later?”
I hang my head and eat a bite of donut. “Sorry, Mom.”
“Eew, no, don’t ever call me that,” she sounds serious. “I’m nothing like your mom.”
“Just teasing. Geez.”
“I am nothing like that frigid old cow.”
I squint at her.
“You do remember you’re talking about Catherine, right?”
My friend looks innocent.
“Did I say anything that wasn’t true?”
I have to admit, “Maybe not. Except the cow part because you know she’s scrawny. She’s more like a frigid old icicle.”
She grins, “Fine. I am nothing like that frigid old icicle. And is Gray feeding you? Because you look like you’ve lost some weight.”
I laugh.
“I haven’t lost weight, I’ve gained weight because he’s definitely feeding me. If he’s not fucking me, then he’s feeding me. He likes to cook a lot, actually.”
Jane nods with approval.
“I was hoping he wasn’t trying to make you lose weight or something. What is it, like ten or fifteen pounds? More?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug. “I’ve definitely put on some heft though.”
She’s shocked.
“How do you not know? Harlow, you obsessively weigh yourself a couple times a day. Remember, your dad sent you to a therapist for it?”
I laugh.
“Honestly, I haven’t had the urge to weigh myself in months. Gray likes all my curves and it’s kind of rubbed off on me. God, I haven’t even thought about the scale in so long.”
“Damn,” Jane marvels to herself. “Gotta get me an older guy.”
We laugh and I realize how much I’ve missed my best friend.
“How are you doing, by the way? What’s life like at the country club? Your text said you’re a clerk at the golf shop and a cocktail waitress at the lounge, which doesn’t make any sense.”
Jane sighs.
“I’m doing double duty. The shop is Monday through Thursday, and the lounge is Friday and Saturday, at least until class starts.”
“That is a lot of hours, girl. Why so many?”
She throws me a look.
“Not all of us have trust funds, Harlow, and my dad lost his job. So now my summer of fun has been a summer of work. A lot of work.”
Immediately, I feel terrible.
“Sorry, honey. I feel like I haven’t been here for you. I’m so sorry,” I pat her hand and get powdered sugar on her. “God, sorry for that, too.” I wipe her with a napkin and think of when Gray wiped my shirt the first night. I get lost in the memory and find myself slowly wiping her hand. Jane looks down, and then looks up again.
“Bitch, you good?”
I snap out of it and laugh at myself. “Yeah, just distracted. How is your dad, by the way?”
She sighs.
“He’ll be fine, but I’m not going to add to his financial stress. That’s why I’m working so hard.”
I nod.
“And your mom?”
“Still at the hospital. Her job is solid because nurses are almost never fired or laid off. I’m not worried about her.”
“Good, I’m glad,” I sit back on my haunches and fix her with a look. “So, with all of that going on, are you seeing anyone?”
She laughs. “Not really. It’s been a dry summer.”
I know that tone; Jane is hiding something. I shoot her a sly look.
“But you are into someone, aren’t you?”
Jane smirks and obviously has a secret all her own. She sighs. “Harlow, the world is a strange and wonderful place, and I don’t think you’d get it.”
I wait. And wait. Until finally, I blurt, “Out with it! Who is it? I’ve told you my secret already!”
But Jane merely blushes and hangs her head.
“Maybe one day. Like I said, Harlow, you really wouldn’t get it. And he hasn’t been around much this summer anyways. It’s more of a crush-from-afar type thing.”
She’s never kept anything from me that I know of, so I look at her askance.
“It must be serious if you won’t tell me.”
She sighs again.
“Not yet. But it could be. Maybe.”
My mind tries to make a thousand connections to who it might be, but I come up with nothing. The boys at Colorado State leave a lot to be desired, and I know that Grady Monroe, her old crush, is now dating Leticia Pierce. So who could it be? I smile.
“Jane, I hope whoever it is is makes you happy.”
She sighs, “You have no idea, Harlow.”
But I’m insistent. I tell her, “I mean it, sweetie. Whoever it is, I hope he treats you right and makes you feel like a princess.”
She throws me a long look.
“I hope you’re not just saying that.”
“I’m not.” Then, I notice a text on my phone. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to go.”
“Are you going to see your boyfriend?” she asks, one eyebrow arched. I stick my tongue out at her.
“We do not have labels.”
She rolls her eyes and asks, “You’re going to go see your man you’re in love with?”
There, that sounds better, and I smile, my heart in my throat.
“Yes.”
The text said to go to the Four Seasons’s front desk. Cheeks blushing, I pick up a key and then follow the concierge’s instructions to a private elevator. My keycard sends it to the right floor and the elevator opens into the room itself.
It’s glorious. The top floor suite has a magnificent view of the mountains and the city. The fireplace is roaring, there’s a grand piano in the corner, and the décor is lush yet modern.
“Gray? Are you here?” I call, my voice echoing in the large space.
He grabs me from behind and I smile instantly. He spins me, so my back is against the window and then devours my lips as I moan into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up. My legs belt around his waist, our mouths stay fused as he carries me to the bed.
When he lays me down, I pull him down with me. He nibbles on my throat, licks my breast bone, and stands up. Then, Gray produces a pair of scissors. I gasp, and he cuts my clothes right off of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. The cold metal against my warm skin makes me shiver, but I fight to stay still. Soon, I’m nude on a pile of material and I stare up at him, as he wordlessly pushes the fabric away. God, he looks incredible with those gleaming blue eyes and powerful build.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he growls. “And now, my fantasy has come true.”
He leans down and kisses me roughly, catching my lower lip in his teeth. I sigh wordlessly and he releases my lips. I start to speak, but he shakes his head. Then, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, so my ass hangs off it, and lifts my legs onto his shoulders. He suddenly buries his face against my pussy, tonguing the sopping slit. My voice cracks, “Oh, GOD!”
He swipes his tongue all around, until he twirls around my clit and I jump. But he’s so strong and holds me perfectly still. I grab for the luxury bedspread, but Gray releases my thighs and seizes my hands. He pins them in place as he delicately eats me out.
I let out a desperate gasp. “Gray, please fuck me!”
He shakes his head and keeps at it. His talented tongue makes me buck and hiss. My eyes roll back in my head and I gasp harder and harder, until he makes me come all over his tongue as I shout wordless sounds at the ceiling. His mouth is still busy, and finally, I gasp, “Stop, stop, stop!”
He lets up and ask, “You sure?”
“Oh my God, yes!”
He smirks, “If you insist.” He rearranges my body onto the bed and spoons me, his arm around my waist. He kisses my shoulder, and then asks, “You okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“Your leg keeps shaking.”
“I’ve never, um, well…” How do I explain this?
“You’ve never what?”
Best to just dive right in, I guess. “I’ve never …”
“Was that the first time someone’s gone down you?” he asks in an amused voice.
“No, not that. But it is the first time someone made me come from it.”
“Oh,” he sounds like he’s smiling. “Am I the first older guy that you’ve been with?”
“What makes you ask?” I ask, twisting back to look into those blue eyes.
He turns me so I’m laying on my back and I can see his handsome mien. “Just a guess. It would make sense.”
“Good thinking,” I smile. “Because the answer is yes. I’ve been with two other boys, and they were around my age. Why, am I the first young woman you’ve been with?”
He smirks, “I was your age once, Harlow, and I was definitely not celibate back then.”
“I mean, since you’ve been in your current age group.”
He laughs. “You mean, since I got old?”
I giggle too.
“You are not old, Gray.”
He shoots me a look.
“Even my name makes me think of a geezer with gray hair.”
I roll my eyes.
“Okay, whatever, but you’re not old.”
“Thank you. And you are the first girl I have dated with a significant age gap,” he smiles. “Is that better or worse?”
“Better or worse than what?”
“Better or worse than if you weren’t my first?”
I’m getting lost with the questions, but I laugh.
“Well, at least I’m your first something.”
He chuckles too. “Honestly, it’s been a long time since I had a first anything. But I want you to know that I don’t usually go for women as young as you. I’m not a pervert like that.”
I smile at him.
“And it’s not like I have a thing for older men.”
“So, this is an exception for both of us?” he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my palm.
“Sounds like it is.”
“Then,” he rolls on top of me, hard and ready. “I guess I’ll enjoy this exception.”
“God, yes,” I roll myself up to his thrusts and he pumps harder into me. I grab his ass to pull him deeper into me and the penetration makes me moan. He always feels so good.
Gray kisses my chest, followed by my mouth. Our passion becomes heated, and soon our bodies collide like opposing waves that meld, only to break apart once more. His sounds echo in my skull and I’m not sure where I begin, and he ends. I scratch and claw my way from his ass to his back, but he’s a raging beast. We cry out as we come together, our bodies glistening in the chandelier light, and I wonder how many perfect moments like this exist in a lifetime.