Noah

After I made sure that Alyssa wasn’t in an alcoholic coma, I grab my keys and cell and I head to the garage. I look at my motorcycles at the left corner, I own five of them, just for the fun of it. I’ve always been crazy about machines like those, and I can afford to choose among the fastest or the most beautiful ones. But, right now, the car is safer, so I walk over to my Porsche Macan and I head toward the club.

The location is very discreet, a large mansion that, from the outside, looks just like any other residence around, but that impression stops at the lobby. I go in and walk straight to the private room to find Christopher, looking at nothing and drinking whiskey.

“Good evening, Chris.”

“I wish... Ben told me that Alyssa went out and you haven’t heard from her...” he turns to me.

“She came home drunk,” I take a deep breath and sit on a nearby armchair.

“Since when does she drink?”

“I don’t know. And according to the person who drove her home, I’m to blame for it,” I signal Ramon to bring me the usual.

“Come on, just tell me what happened,” Chris settles on the chair to hear the story, “Who took her home?”

“That redhead who works here at the club,” I just realized that I don’t know the name of that creature.

“Madison? The bartender?”

“That’s the one. A bit too rude and disrespectful for my taste.”

“Madison is a great person and she’s very funny...” he laughs.

“Do you know her?”

“Yes, we always talk and, as soon as she got here, Ben spent a lot of energy trying to get her into bed,” he says, smiling.

“Benjamin tried to get everyone to bed,” Ramon approaches with my beer and I say, “Even Ramon here.”

“Good evening, gentlemen. Noah, is Alyssa okay?” Becka comes in and sits in front of us.

“Yes, she is. I think.”

“He was just telling me,” Chris interrupts me.

“She showed up and Madison served her, as soon as I got there, I told Maddie to take her home,” Becka says.

“Great company,” I say, with sarcasm, and I take a long sip of my drink.

“Madison is a great person, Noah. And a good friend. She helps me out when the girls are difficult, or when I have my moments of mourning. And she took great care of your sister as well,” Rebecka looks at me with a serious face, “She needed to vent, and Madison is a great listener.”

“What advice that Feminist Queen of Desperate Women could ever give my sister? To march to a public square and burn her bra?” I shake my head.

Christopher laughs so hard he ends up choking on his drink. Becka moves behind him and hits his back. Once he can finally breathe again, he says, “After that one, I’m going to find myself a girl. See you later.”

“Your girl is already waiting for you...” Rebecka says while sitting down.

“Look, Becka, you’re my friend, and you’ve known Alyssa for years now. You wouldn’t get her near a crazy man-hating feminist, would you?”

“Madison will be a great company to Alyssa right now. Contrary to what you may think, she’s not the type who hates men, and much less crazy,” she straightens herself in the armchair, “Maddie, she only helps women realize they should be happy with themselves before they go around chasing their Charming Prince. Trust me, she’ll be very good to your sister...” she pauses for a moment, then goes one, “And I believe Alyssa will be very good to her.”

“Why do you say that?” The Redhead keeps getting my attention. She’s playing her rings.

“She can’t even dream that told this to another soul,” she looks at me, waiting for an answer, I nod in agreement, “Madison caught her fiancé, on the eve of the wedding, in their bed with his own cousin. Like any other woman, Madison freaked out. She changed her clothes, her hair and, especially, her attitude. No one accepted the new her and they blamed her for what happened. Last year, a lawyer came by to inform her that her parents had disowned her. I knew they were out of touch, but still, it was hard, I could see the pain in her eyes. Deep down, Noah, Madison is a scared little girl who needs someone strong enough to take care of her.”

“Sorry, but I don’t think that the woman that was in my house needs someone to look after her,” I grin.

“Men!” Becka smiles, “You manage to build a weapon of mass destruction, but you fail to see the obvious. Have you ever heard of the best defense is a good offense? So, that’s Madison.”

“Good evening, my friends,” Ben shows up with a girl already in his arms, “I hope Noah didn’t bring his wife along.”

“No and no. She’s not my wife and I didn’t bring her here.”

“Why do you and Chris have such a beef with his girlfriend?” Becka gets up.

“Right, Becka,” Ben says with irony, looking at her, “Because you love Carly, so much.”

“I don’t really know her. I only see her in the company of Noah, we never had a chance to sit down and talk,” she says, stroking her hand through her long black hair, “I’ve had an idea. There’s a holiday coming up next week, how about we get together at the country house? We haven’t been there in a long time.”

“Great idea!” I’ll let her know.

“I’m in,” Ben looks at me and Becka and points to her, “Just for you, girl. Because this bastard here already proved us he has poor taste for women.”

“Now I’m the one with a poor taste? Right...” I look at the girl in his arms, “No offense,” I get up to go to one of the boots and my phone rings. I look at the screen and it’s Carly, “Hi.”

“Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for ever!”

“I had to get some air. Why?” I take a deep breath, which I’ve been doing constantly lately.

“Come home. I can help you relax you with a massage...” she uses this sexy kitty voice that’s been annoying me. In fact, the last few days have been hard on me.

“I don’t want a massage... I want a good fuck, Carly.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, then...”

I hang up before saying goodbye. All these changes, the house, the people around me, Carly’s tantrum, it all got me stressed out. I haven’t spent a lot of time home and I stay mostly at the Office nowadays, I find peace in my work.

I say goodbye to them and I go back home. On the way, my mind went back to a time when I was a relaxed guy, where my greatest goal was to be a great professional and a respected judge. I had good friends who were more like brothers to me, a club where I went to have some drinks, to distract myself and to enjoy new friendships with beautiful women...

Today, I have a woman living with me, and she complains about everything, nothing is good enough. I moved to a new house, I changed my style, I changed everything to have Carly in my life, I thought it was the right thing to do. That refinement she had, the kind way she treated everybody, it simply vanished. I don’t talk about it with my friends because I think she’s going through a delicate phase right now, but the woman turned into a bitch overnight.

I was also thinking about Alyssa. I used to watch them together and I believed that if I took my relationship to the next level, Carly’s presence would be important to my sister. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. And, after what that redhead told me, I can only regret my decision. My absence and those changes messed with my little sister and I didn’t even see it coming.

Speaking of that redhead, who is that woman? She works at the club for a long time now, but she never caught my eye. Maybe because I’m not one to be wandering around the place, I always go straight to the Office or to the private room, where only Ramon interacts with us.

I doubt that creature is as delicate as Rebecka made it sound. It must be just towards her, because, for the rest of the world, that woman is rude and a stick-up bitch. I wouldn’t mind showing her some happiness. The way I see it, I don’t think she had many orgasms in her life. If she ever had any at all.

I park my car in the garage and head inside, straight to the living room. I look at the clock and I see that it’s late at night. From a distance, I can see Alyssa sitting on the couch. I come closer and I can hear Carly’s voice.

“This behavior of yours could embarrass and damage your brother’s image. Do you know how much he had to struggled to become a judge? You have any idea how difficult it is? To become a judge in New York? Especially when you’re as young as he is?”

“That’s enough, Carly. I’ll talk to her,” I interrupt her lecture.

“You treat her like an eight-year-old girl, Noah, and that’s harmful,” Carly puts her hands on her waist, “Look at how she’s behaving!”

“I said that’s enough. Wait for me in the bedroom, you still owe me a relaxing night. As soon as I finish up here, I’m coming up,” I sit next to Alyssa.

“I hate when you treat me like a slut who’s only here to satisfy you,” she taps her shoe on the floor repeatedly, indicating she’s expecting something from me.

“You won’t like my answer to that,” I run my hand through my hair, “Please, leave me alone with Aly.”

My beautiful sister, now a beautiful woman. Her golden curls falling around her shoulders, big light-green eyes and her freckles, giving her even more of an angelic aspect and those inseparable glasses that make her look like a nerd. I turn to face her.

“What happened?” I try to be as gentle as possible.

“I’ve had it, Noah! After we moved to this house, I barely see you anymore. And there’s that girlfriend of yours and her every whim. A whole bunch of security guards all around, what is all this?” she takes off her glasses, “Where’s that guy who was quite happy with the simple things in life?”

“Don’t change the subject. Why did they bring you home drunk?”

“Because I wanted to. Because I’m tired of being uptight. Because I’m tired of being invisible. Because I’m sick of hearing everything and keeping quiet. Because I’m tired of being alone. Because... I’m tired....” Her crying breaks up the last words.

“I didn’t know things were so bad for you,” I hug her.

“How could you? We barely see each other,” she gets out of the hug.

“Do you remember anything?” I dry her tears, “How did you get home? Who did you talk to?”

“I remember getting two beers in the fridge and going out. I was just driving around the city.”

“You were drinking drunk?” I ask, outraged.

“Yes,” she rolls her eyes, “Then I stopped, in front of the club. I didn’t think they’d let me in, but Madison was getting in for her shift, and she vouched for me. I went to the bar and ordered the strongest drink they had. But she poured me some vodka, I know that’s not the strongest drink they have. We started talking, we clicked instantly and then ... I don’t know... How did I get home?”

“Madison brought you back here, and she only left after I put you in bed.”

“She’s awesome. I loved to meet her...” She smiles.

“I don’t think she’s a good company for you,” I grab her hand.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Alyssa takes her hand off mine, “Because she works at the Club?”

“It has nothing to do with the club,” I answer, exasperated, “I just think she is a bit...”

“Let me guess, petulant?” my sister gets up, “If I know her, I know exactly what you thought of her. Madison is not your kind if woman...”

“And what kind is she, Alyssa?”

“An actual woman, not just a doll that longs to be in bed with you,” Aly goes toward the door and, before she goes, she says, “I’ll look for her tomorrow, to say thanks. Good night, Noah.”

I walk to our bedroom, where, for Carly’s sake, she better be naked. I go in and she’s wearing a sexy black nightgown and a transparent micro thong. This woman is getting thinner and thinner, I like meat, big butt, breasts, thick thighs. She comes to me, kisses me gently, unbuttons my shirt and opens my pants. I take her nightgown off and lay her in bed. I take her thong off and open her legs to look at her.

“You should open your legs for me more often, Carly.”

I kiss her with lust, going down her neck and kissing her small breasts. I make my way down her body with my mouth, reaching the middle of her legs. I trace my fingers down her clit and I’m surprised she’s completely dry. I don’t usually fuck women without lubrication and, frankly, I think using a product is decadent. I like to make women wet with their own lubrication, just with my touch, with the anticipation.

I get my mouth down to her pleasure nerve and I start to suck, and bite and... still... nothing... no movement, contraction, nothing! Sex it’s only fun if everyone, no matter how many people involved, is enjoying it. If it’s just to please the other, I’d rather not even do it. I raise my head and see impatience in her eyes, no desire, no lust, she’s just there, cold and impatient.

I get up, take off my pants and head to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and get inside. It has been like this for a while now, sex just out of obligation. No thanks! I want someone to fuck that wants to be fucked. I take a long shower, dry myself and pick up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the closet. I find her standing in the middle of the room, still naked.

“What happened?”

“What happened?!”  I say, with mockery, “My girlfriend, who lives with me, that called me to come back home, simply doesn’t want to have sex with me.”

“You don’t understand, Noah,” her tears start to fall, “I’ve been under a lot of pressure, my head is at work, and your career... and your sister’s whims. I’m not going to be ready for you every day.” Oh, no, no more drama.

“The problem is that you’re never ready for me, it’s been five weeks. About your work, you haven’t been in Washington in weeks. And my career? I don’t remember you coming to my Office ever since your first and only visit. Now, about my sister, stay away from her, please,” I sit on the edge of the bed and speak in a low tone, very calm, “Carly, if what we have here is not good enough for you, then...”

“No! Don’t finish that sentence. I love you, Noah. I promise to be a better person. Come to bed, honey. Please.”

I look at her. Well, I was the one that suggested her moving in, I have to make it work. I think it’s my obligation to make it work. I take my clothes off and get by her side in bed. Carly kisses my neck and gets me going again. I get on top of her and grab her a little harder than usual and she gets wet. Without much time to foreplay, I rub my cock against her wet opening, ready to receive me. I penetrate her without mercy, because that’s what I need, I need to feel alive.

But the woman has the power to bring anyone down, she doesn’t moan, and she barely moves. Where did she go? That woman who was crazy in bed? If there’s one thing I’ve learned from starting my sex life too early in life is that, for a woman to cum, she needs to be focused on that. A woman’s pleasure is basically in her brain, but I also know that it’s biological, some specific places, when properly stimulated, can take anyone to the moon.

I get her to ride me, her nipple in my mouth and my hand in her clitoris. Then, I pull her hair and force the penetration, she moans loudly. We’re getting there. When I think about changing her position again, she tells me she’s done.

“What do you mean? You done?”

“I just cummed, babe,” she says, leaving me.

“Carly, come finish the job,” and, once again, I’m left to finish the job myself.

“Really? I thought you had cum already,” she smiles, going into the bathroom. I walk up to her.

“If you don’t put your fuckin’ mouth to work, I’m going to leave this house and find someone else to do it. You have three seconds to decide. Three, two...”

“Okay,” she gets down and puts me inside her mouth. It feels good, but I remember when it was delicious. “Don’t cum in my mouth.”

I turn around and go to the bathroom. It’s not the fact she won’t swallow, it’s everything else. I’m done. Well, they warned me that once we get married we don’t fuck anymore. I didn’t even get married and we’re already like this, can you imagine after I put a ring on her finger?

I’ve been, day after day, insisting on this relationship. I like her, we were friends once, partners, I always supported her in her ideals. I didn’t always get the same reciprocity, but I’m strong enough for the both of us. I always saw in her a girl trying to be a woman and it just pushed something inside my heart. I saw myself in her, several times, fighting for what she believes, and I thought we had a lot in common. But, lately, I’ve been questioning myself. Did she change, or she’s always been like this? I never understood why the guys didn’t like her. Up until recently, I confronted them on it. Today, well, I don’t really care anymore, they’re not far from the truth. I just have figure out how far I’m willing to go in this relationship.