LACY
My heart is pounding as I look out the window of the limo. We pass all the shops slowly, and Howie points out each one.
“That’s where we’ll go for swim suits, and there you can pick up some summer dresses. If you need heels, only that place will do.”
The shops have names that I’ve only seen in magazines like Ferragamo and Gucci. I never dreamed I’d be actually walking into places like these.
“Come here,” says Howie. He pats the space between us. The day I spent away from him, after he drenched me in champagne on the chaise lounge and had me moaning into the night, well, that day has been the most exciting day of my life. I absolutely gushed to Aunt Margaret about him. About his absolute charisma and the telltale ache in those blue eyes. I told her about how he fired me but then promised the world. Of course, I left out the naughty parts just to spare her the details.
But somehow, Aunt Margaret knew, those blue eyes twinkling. She was skeptical at first, but then relented.
“Just be careful honey,” was her gentle admonishment. “You know how men can be. They’re dogs.”
But something was different about Mr. Bates, I could tell. There was anguish in those blue eyes and hidden hurt in his soul. I make it my mission to soothe him of his troubles.
I scoot over to him in the giant backseat. The leather under my fingertips is probably more expensive than all of Margaret’s kitchen appliances combined. I get closer and closer to the thighs of my man. He’s decked out in a blue navy suit and I can see that under his belt line is that massive bulge I’ve been hungering for. When I went to sleep last night, I licked my lips and imagined I was swallowing his cum. I could almost taste the flavor of our last fuck emanating off my tongue and body. God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have so many dirty thoughts now. With Charlie, I had dreams, but they weren’t like this. That’s what makes me so scared. I have to confess something to Howie.
“Mr. Bates,” I murmur, as I edge close to his side. “Um, I have to tell you something.”
He holds me to his chest and I relax into his side.
“What is it, my princess?”
“Well, it’s just that, with Charlie…”
I feel him tense up when I say the name of my ex.
“Well, he and I we, gosh. Well, we never had sex.”
Howie holds my head back.
“What- so you?” he seems startled.
“I was a virgin until you came in me.”
“You were a virgin?”
I take a deep breath.
“Charlie wanted to wait until marriage. He said he didn’t want me to be a slut. But I never knew even what being a slut was, if that makes sense. So yes, you were my first,” my words rush out as I burrow my face in that strong bicep. “I’m sorry. Are you angry?”
He’s silent for a moment, and my heart crashes. Oh god, I never should have told him. Slowly, I steal a peek at his face.
“Oh sweetheart no, I’m not mad at all. I just wish I had known I was taking your virginity. I mean, you were so tight so I should have guessed, but I just thought that you’d already slept with Charlie.”
“No,” is my soft murmur. “You were my first.”
“Good,” says Mr. Bates, “because that’s all over now Lacy. He’s long gone. God. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I popped your little virgin cunt. That hot fucking cherry tasted so good, baby, I just want to take care of my little princess.”
I laugh as he picks me up by my butt and swings me over his thighs so I’m facing him on the backseat of the limo.
“You’re a natural,” he says. “The way you responded to my cock inside you, I would have thought you’d been a dirty whore your whole life. But you’re just a little virgin princess.” He licks my ear and I feel the hot wetness seeping from between my legs and through the fabric of my jeans.
“We’ve arrived,” comes the chauffeur’s voice over the intercom. I slip off of Howie’s lap and he slaps my ass hard. We open the door to the bright sunlight, my eyes squinting against the scare.
“Come on sweetheart,” says Howie, taking my hand. “Let’s check out what this boutique has.”
And I gasp because as the golden doors swing open, I feel as if I’ve stepped into someone else’s life. I don’t belong in a store like Valentino. But with Mr. Bates by my side … all of a sudden, I do.