Chapter Twenty-Three
The next morning, Boyd was ready to leave his penthouse well before eleven. He'd gotten up at around six, after going to bed nice and early the previous night. There was no way he wanted to look like shit to take Opal out. That had not been a problem, since it was honestly as boring as shit spending the night alone, without any cocaine, cheap sluts, or even expensive sluts, to make things more interesting. The main problem was that Boyd had never been forced to face his own mind without some kind of barrier.
Carl was right, there was no denying that. Boyd was a total shit head, and had been for some time now. The process of making amends, undoing all the harm that he'd caused to people? Well, that seemed straight up impossible. For starters, he could not even remember the names and faces of a lot of those people. Hell, he didn't even get the names of many of the women he fucked and then fucked over. But he wasn't about to start apologizing for paying women for an honest job, even if it was a blowjob, or a good old fuck session. No, they had the right to sell whatever was theirs, if they chose, as far as Boyd was concerned. But he had gone overboard a lot of the time, and taken things too far, been more of an asshole than he needed to be.
After all, there was no need to be an asshole at all.
He didn't even want to start remembering all the vandalism, theft, and chaotic mayhem that he'd caused throughout his young adult years, right up until that point in time. Instead, he tried to focus his thoughts on what he was going to do to prove to Opal that a bad boy could still make a viable partner for a special woman. If he could just get her to become a regular part of his life, he might be able to use her positive energy to stay on the right path.
Boyd took Opal to a carnival, at the risk of doing something incredibly cheesy. "I hope this isn't what you were expecting," he said as they sat on the Ferris wheel and looked out across all the other rides, games, and food stands.
"You certainly got what you were aiming for then, Boyd," said Opal. She'd been having a good time, as far as he could tell. Still, there was the nagging suspicion that she was hiding something. He was annoyed that both Felicia and Carl had gotten into his head, and were trying to ruin something that he wanted so badly. But why did he want it so badly? That much was obvious to him, as soon as he got to spend more time with her.
"I just didn't think you were interested in something that only money could buy. This is fun that everyone could enjoy, on every level. I don't know, common ground I guess."
"And maybe you just couldn't think of what to do on our second date?"
"So, we're officially dating. I'll write that in my journal before bed tonight."
"What makes you think you'll have time to do that before bed?" Opal asked. She winked at him and then leaned in for another kiss. They hadn't kissed or been intimate in any other way that day, apart from an awkward hug when he picked her up in his limo.
"I knew the carnival was a good idea. Bitches love carnivals." That was funnier in his head, although it didn't seem to offend her, which was a good point.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure plenty of high school kids have gotten their first hummer after taking their date on the roller coaster and showing how brave they are."
"Don't you think we're a bit old for the roller coaster?"
"What, are you scared or something? Besides, if you're going to look at it that way, we shouldn't be here in the first place. It's okay, I don't feel like bringing up my breakfast anyway. I was never really the type of girl to go on the big rides."
"Not much of a risk taker then?" The Ferris wheel brought them up to the very top of the ride, and they could look around at everything. The city expanded out forever it seemed, leaving little room for anything but busy people and hard structures that housed them through work, rest, and play.
"I don't think you know me well enough to make sweeping assumptions like that, Boyd."
"We were getting pretty personal the other night. You're right though, I don't know you that well. There's just something about you, Opal. I'm not sure what it is yet." He looked at her studiously, hoping that if she was up to something, it would be unnerving and lead her to give herself away; anything, some tell, like a twitch at the corner of her eye, or breaking eye contact in a suspicious way. But there was no such thing, as far as he could tell. Either she was honestly interested in him, or she was just a great actress.
"Please, you don't know me yet. Hey, have you ever wondered if you could get away with having sex on one of these rides?"
"You can. Whoops …"
"Ah, of course, the well-traveled gentleman who's put his dick inside half of the city. Do I need to get myself checked out or something?"
"No, you don't, I get tested regularly." That was probably not something he should have shared. Things might not last very long if she learned too much about him. "So, what does a nice girl like you want to hang around a scumbag like me for?"
"Maybe I've been living a boring life that needs to be shaken up? Or, maybe I think that the whole bad boy thing is at least somewhat of an act, and you're not such horrible person after all. You think I care if you've had sex before? Who hasn't? Just because I was engaged until recently, it doesn't mean that I'm a nun or something."
"I kind of wish this ride would break down like in those shitty movies, so we would be stuck up here all by ourselves." He detected a cheeky smile on her lips. The ride was coming to a stop, nearing the bottom.
"What would you do if we were stuck up here all alone?"
"The least I'd do is grab your tits," Boyd said, then he did just that. The ride operator, a middle aged woman with some kind of lady mullet and shoulders like a linebacker, saw them. She smirked a bit and shook her head.
"You two wanna keep that shit off my ride? Thanks," she said with a weird drawl.
"Sorry, ma'am," said Boyd. They ran off together like teens who'd just been busted making out under the bleachers.
They walked through a long lane of different games, with the noise and commotion from each one being operated, and all the people walking around having fun, almost drowning out their conversation. "I can't believe you got to first base right there on the Ferris wheel. Wait until the guys hear about it after baseball practice," said Opal loudly. She had to lean over to Boyd's ear or he might not have heard her at all.
"I was always more of a football player in school. Isn't that obvious from my ripped muscles?"
"Football? No, I don't want to play," she replied, screwing up her face.
"What?" Then, Boyd saw a game where people had to try and throw a miniature football through a ring and knock over some bottles on the other side, to win a prize. "Oh, no, I meant I played football. That's why I'm so hot!" He looked beside him and saw a group of school children who were on a field trip with their teacher. They all started to giggle at him as they made their way by. "Oh great, of course they have the hearing of a, well something that has great fucking hearing!"
Opal laughed openly at him, which made the children laugh even more. She took his hand and led him away from the noisy games. They went down where there were some sheds and some areas blocked off by fences and locked gates. She led him behind the corner of a building that was sticking out into the makeshift alley way and pushed him against the wall. It was warm from the sun, and her body matched that warmth on his front.
Boyd's dick jerked up and memories of their night together came flooding back like hot lube all over plastic sheets. She kissed him before he had the chance to do just that. It was insanely hot, and all the people around didn't mean much. Shit, it's not like he hadn't had sex in public before. But if they were caught, and it got out, he'd be screwed. For some reason he was starting to doubt how far Felicia would go to protect him, if he broke his promise to stay good.
Then, Opal reached into his pants, not breaking eye contact, and pulled out his firm cock. She got down and was sucking it immediately. She moved it in and out of her mouth, quickly working over just the head until it was nice and wet. Boyd stood back against the wall and looked down at her without a care for who might happen upon them being bad.
He lifted his dick so the end pointed up, and Opal knew just what to do. She took his nicely groomed sack in her mouth and massaged them with her tongue, just firmly enough to maximize the sensation, without being too much to ruin the feeling on his balls. Again and again, he throbbed with pleasure, thoughts of what might be to come. When Opal grabbed him and started to ghost her silky fingers up and down his cock, the sheer thrill of it made him feel like he wanted to cum already.
"Let me fuck you," he said.
"Are you asking if you can fuck me?" Opal said with a mockingly raised eyebrow. "I thought you were a bad boy."
"Why do I feel like you're pushing me to prove myself?"
"I just want you to show me a very nice, bad time, Boyd. I've been good for too long and it's been slowly killing me. I never realized until I met you." She licked at his balls some more and rubbed beneath his head so softly, so sweetly, it was almost like she was playing a classical instrument with breath taking virtuosity.
He tried to show some conviction though. "I don't want to keep being bad, Opal, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with my meeting you."
"Well, that's the tricky part, isn't it? What do you do now?" She stood up and looked like she was about to walk away, but instead turned and leaned up against the wall herself, facing toward it. Wriggling those generous hips, she hiked up her skirt with one hand, while the other remained against the wall like an arrestee. "My tight, wet pussy isn't going to fuck itself. Are you scared that someone might come down here and see you fucking me in public, in broad daylight? Wouldn't that be so naughty, Boyd?"
"Oh, you're good. I should have known it when I first met you." He grabbed his cock and squeezed, reveling in the pleasure it caused him, and then walked up behind Opal to stick it in her from behind.
"That might be the very reason you liked me in the first place. Maybe I'm not so good, deep, deep down."
"Well, I'll have to go deeper to find out." He did, and no one interrupted them, which he was secretly very relieved about.
Enjoying all this sober, that was something that Boyd had not done for a long time. He hadn't had sex without being fucked up since he was a kid, and there'd never been anything even nearly as wild or passionate for him to enjoy back in those days. No, this was a unique experience as far as he was concerned, better than anything.
After they finished having their fun, they decided to have some cleaner, more family friendly fun. Boyd noticed that Opal couldn’t keep her eyes off the giant Labrador teddy, which dangled from the ceiling of one of the stalls. It was one of those stacked bottle games, where you try to knock the pile over using a ball.
“I’m going to get you that giant dog teddy, let’s go.” Boyd grabbed Opal by the arm and guided her over to the stand. “Are you serious? How am I going to get that home?” Boyd laughed “We’ll figure it out.”
The fellow in charge of the stand was incredibly bubbly and cheerful “Fancy a game, sir? Win your lucky lady a cute, fluffy toy!”
Boyd shot Opal a quick smile “Count me in, how do I win the giant dog?”
“Oh, you’re going for the big one!” He motioned over to Opal “You’re one lucky lady!” Opal blushed and tried to bury her face in Boyd’s chest.
“Knock half the bottles down, you walk away with a small teddy. Knock all of the bottles down, you go home with a regular teddy. But if you knock all of the bottles down, and manage to knock them off the shelf, you get to walk home with,” He paused for a dramatic effect “Mr. Fluffy!” He shook the giant dog teddy and smiled.
Boyd slammed some money onto the counter and the friendly man handed him three balls. Boyd took the first ball and held it tight, he reached out to Opal “Can I get a good luck kiss?” Opal laughed and planted a kiss on his closed hand.
Boyd charged up a shot and threw it as hard as he could, missing the pile of bottles by a good seven inches. Opal burst out laughing and almost collapsed onto Boyd. “What was that! I can throw it better than that!”
“So much for your good luck kiss! That’s the last time you’re kissing me.” They both knew that was a lie. Five minutes alone and they’re all over each other. “I told you I was more of a football player than a baseball player.”
“Yeah, yeah. Do you want me to hold your purse while you throw the next one?” said Opal, with a cheeky grin plastered across her face.
Boyd grabbed a hold of the second ball and tried less power, more accuracy this time. The ball smashed through the middle of the stack and bottles flew all over the place. All that was left was one, lone bottle on the shelf.
Opal cheered “That was much better! Here, you can have your purse back.”
“That bad luck kiss must have worn off. The pressure is on now!”
Boyd picked up the last ball, the tension in the air was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He had a fierce look of determination on his face. He was going to get this giant dog if it killed him.
He lined himself up and hurled the ball at the lonely bottle. The ball just clipped the very top, causing the bottle to tip off the shelf. The guy behind the stand rang the bell three times and screamed out “Winner! Winner! Winner!”
He plucked the giant dog teddy from the ceiling and handed it to Opal. “Enjoy, miss!” She thanked him and gave the teddy a big hug.
They both walked off, Boyd with a giant, victorious smile on his face, and Opal with the look of complete bliss on hers.
“Yeah … this was cute and all, but he’s heavy as fuck! You’re going to have to carry him, Mr. Muscles.”
Boyd laughed and snatched the dog from Opal, he made it look effortless. The working out has really paid off for him. Opal gave his bicep a quick squeeze jokingly. Even though she secretly couldn’t help herself.
“What do you want to do now?” said Boyd, whilst being smothered to death by the giant teddy.
Opal had a mischievous look in her eye “You ever had a threesome with a girl and a giant stuffed animal?”
Boyd played along “You know, that has been on my bucket list for so long. Want to go cross it off?”