I decide to wear my favorite blue wrap around dress. Not only is it super comfortable, but it is flattering for my figure. And I am not feeling my best today, so comfort is key.

  Ever since our first date, Calvin refuses to drive in my car. So we take his Range Rover to my parents’ house. I glance over at him and he looks calm, cool, and collected - one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the center console. How can he not be nervous? I mean, he’s meeting my parents; this is a big step in any relationship. I feel like I am going throw up. Actually, I have been feeling like that all day. I hope I am not coming down with the flu. That would suck.

  “Is your dad into any sports?” Calvin asks, breaking the silence.

  “Uh, yeah, he’s into basketball and football,” I reply.

  “Jets fan? Knicks?”

  “Shit, hell if I know. Are those New York teams?”

  Calvin starts to laugh at my lack of sports knowledge, but I laugh right along with him.

  Whatever. It’s not like he knows the difference between Prada or Chanel. He doesn’t ask any more sports related questions, and without that distraction, my nerves begin to flare again. He must notice because he reaches across the console and grabs my sweaty hand, intertwining our fingers. I love how that looks. The stark difference of his black weaving between my white – just like a yin yang. He pulls our hand to his mouth and places a gentle kiss on each of my fingers. I melt. I have completely fallen for this man, and he keeps proving why time and again.

  He starts another conversation and I am grateful for the diversion. “So, how is the bachelorette party planning coming along?”

  I pep up a little, and swivel to face him, excited to talk to him about this. I may even speak a little quickly. Calvin tells me I have a tendency to do that when I am excited about something. But he thinks it’s cute, so it’s okay. I smile to myself at that thought.

  “Okay, well, the details are completely hush hush. I want Delilah to be completely surprised, but I may have to rethink things. She kinda threw a wrench into my plans,” I say animatedly, with a mock frown.

  Calvin laughs at my enthusiasm but appears to be listening attentively. “How so, Pinks?”

  I smile shyly at my new nickname. “I like when you call me Pinky, but I think I like that even better.” This time it’s my turn to pull his hand to my mouth and give it a kiss.

  He briefly takes his eyes off the road to look at me and when our eyes lock, no words need to be exchanged. We haven’t said those words to each other, but I know for sure that I love him. I am almost positive that he loves me as well.

  “Get this…Nick and Delilah have decided that they want to have a joint bachelor/ bachelorette party! What kind of crap is that? Those two can’t be apart for more than an hour without having withdrawal symptoms.” I laugh, shaking my head at the lovebirds.

  Calvin lets out a hiss, shaking his head as well. “Those two are crazy. But that should make things easier for you, no? Just plan a big party. You can do it at Club M if you want.”

  “Really? You wouldn’t mind closing down for a few hours?

  “Nah, I love those two. They are like family,” he responds. I smile at the affection he has for Nick and Delilah. That girl is my world and it makes me happy knowing that she has all of these people in her life that love her. I wish I could say the same. This damn mask.

  I shake my head and the somber thoughts running through it. Stop being such a girl!

  “And you’re okay with whomever I invite?” I ask playfully.

  Calvin taps his finger on his chin, pretending to take a minute to think. “I don’t know what you are up to, baby girl, and I’m not sure I really want to. So do what you need to do, but leave me out of it. Just tell me when you want it and the club is yours.” He is so wonderful. How did I get so lucky?

  Not more than two minutes later, we pull in to my parents’ house. Tommy’s old beat up BMW is already in the driveway. That kid needs a new car.

  Calvin

  “Mr. and Mrs. Fisher, pleasure to meet you.” I extend my hand and first shake Charlotte’s father’s hand. As I extend it again to her mother, she grabs my elbow and pulls me close.

  “Oh, pish posh with the hand shaking. You hug me when you walk into my home,” she says with a smile, as I lean down and give her a hug. She is tiny. I mean tiny. I don’t think she even hits five feet. Charlotte must have gotten her height from her biological father.

  “Thank you for the warm welcome,” I say smiling and hand her the bouquet of flowers I brought. I made sure to pick up a variety of lilies - her favorite according to Charlotte. “Oh, and, for you, Mr. Fisher…my favorite bottle of Cognac, Remy Martin. Maybe we can enjoy a glass after dinner.”

  He nods his head. “Thank you, son,” Mr. Fisher responds with a smile, clearly appreciative. The smile on his face tells me that he knows that I just gifted him with a top notch Cognac. Score!

  “Please, Calvin, call us Bron and Gwen,” her mother says.

  She loops her arm through mine and pulls me toward the living room. Bron wraps his arm around Charlotte’s shoulders and they are following close behind. He is whispering something in her ear and it must be making her happy because the smile that she is wearing is breathtaking. I see her giggle and slap him on the shoulder, and then Bron lets out a hearty laugh. I can’t help but smile. Damn, I love that girl. Well, shit.

  Gwen pulls me down by my sleeve so that she can whisper in my ear. “They have a special bond, those two,” she says smiling, as she watches them, looking like a proud mama.

  When we reach the living room, I notice an attractive bi-racial man in his twenties, sitting and texting. Must be Tommy. Gwen clears her throat to get his attention.

  He looks up and beams. You can tell that he has a genuine love for his parents, and especially Charlotte. “Hey, big sis!” he shouts, and I look to Charlotte.

  She detaches from her father and runs full force into Tommy’s arms. “Hey, Tommy boy,” she answers and gives him a kiss on the cheek. If I didn’t know that he was her brother, I would be a jealous man simply by the way they look at each other.

  Gwen grabs my arm again, but this time I lean down on my own. She whispers in my ear again, “an even tighter bond…” I nod my head in understanding.

  When I look back at Charlotte, I see her backing away from Tommy holding her nose. What the hell?

  “What is that smell?” she asks, then leans back in and takes a whiff. “You stink!” she shouts.

  “What are you talking about, I do not!” he responds, sniffing his own armpits.

  “Is that cologne?” Charlotte asks, scrunching up her nose.

  Tommy’s face turns bright red as he shrugs. “The ladies like it,” he says quietly.

  “Well, you need to find a better smelling one.” She giggles.

  Tommy grabs her head and shoves it his armpit, then pretends to give her a noogie.

  “Alright children,” Gwen claps a few times. “Go wash up, dinner is ready.”

  Calvin

  Dinner smells delicious. We are sitting in what must be their formal dining room. The home is modest, but looks like they live comfortably. The dining room table is a large round marble table - very 80s. I am sure they spent a fortune on it at the time. Charlotte is on my right, and her mother on my left. Her father is next to her and then Tommy is between his parents.

  Gwen has the table set to the nines. I don’t know what she thought that I expected, but I don’t need anything fancy to be happy. Good food. Good company. What more can a man ask for? As I look around the table, and feel the love shared in this room, I feel blessed just to be here.

  Everyone begins to dig in. It looks as though she has been cooking for days. The table is covered in all kinds of dishes from salad and dips to meatloaf and rice. I don’t know where to start. Charlotte must sense my lack of initiative and hands me a plate of vegetables to start. For the next few minutes, trays pass by continuously, my plate filling up quickly.

  Charlotte also has her plate filled, but I notice that she is not eating much. She just keeps pushing the food around with her fork.

  “You okay, baby girl?” I ask quietly, concerned.

  “Yes, love. My stomach is just feeling…weird,” she whispers back.

  “You want to go home?”

  “No, I’m good,” she replies, rubbing my back in reassurance.

  As she rubs my back, I find myself strangely turned on. Just the most innocent of touches from her does that to me. You wouldn’t think being surrounded by my girlfriend’s family would cause my dick to stir in my pants. But, oddly, I can’t stop thinking about Charlotte’s tight pussy. And how it feels wrapped around me. As I take my next bite, I subtly slide my hand over from my lap onto Charlotte’s. She gives me a shy smile, probably thinking that I am offering comfort. Little does she know what a selfish prick I am really being.

  As the conversations continue around me, I slowly slide my hand up toward the junction of her thighs. She lets out a little “meep” when I reach my destination, but doesn’t try to stop me. Her mother shoots her a concerned look, but she just waves it off saying that she has the hiccups. I have to chuckle at that.

  I lean closer and whisper in her, “Quiet, Pinky, or your family is going to get quite a show.” I kiss the skin just below her ear and lean back into my chair.

  My finger lingers in that area, completely frustrating her, I am sure. I continue to eat my dinner as though nothing lewd is happening under the table. That is, until Bron starts a conversation with me about sports. I take that opportunity to slide my finger along the outside of her thong. The damn thing is in my way, so I cause a diversion, clanging my fork down, and at that exact time, I hook a finger through the lace and rip straight through. Adios thong, hello sweet access.

  Charlotte’s eyes widen slightly and she pretends to cough, then looks at me. I just smile mischievously and wink. She groans.

  “Charlie, dear, are you sure you alright?” asks Gwen.

  I slide my thick middle finger through her slick folds. She clenches and then relaxes.

  “Yeah, mom. Why do you ask?”

  I circle her clit a few times with my soaked finger, then add my thumb and give it a good squeeze. She closes her eyes and leans back, her hand resting on her belly.

  “Because you hardly touched your food, are making odd noises, and now you’re leaning back rubbing your stomach. What’s going on?” her mom inquires.

  Now her dad and Tommy are looking at her. I begin rolling her hard nub between my fingers and her breathing picks up.

  “I’m fine, mom. I have just been a little nauseous today. Not feeling myself. Maybe I caught the flu or something.”

  “Or something,” Tommy mumbles under his breath.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bron chimes in.

  I continue to torture her while her family is discussing her like she isn’t even at the table. Between rubbing her tight pussy and flicking her clit, I think she is about to come. Then I hear…

  “I’m just sayin’. Maybe she’s pregnant,” Tommy says, shrugging as if he just said that the sky is blue. Except all eyes snap to him, as though he just said the Earth was flat.

  Bron smacks him upside the head for his inappropriate comment and I take the opportunity to pull away from Charlotte’s soaking tight pussy. I smile at my success. Charlotte turns and shoots me an evil eye, but then she leans over and kisses me, both of us forgetting that we are surrounded by company. When she pulls back, she whispers, “Dead man walking.”

  All I can do is laugh at her empty threats. I know she loved it.

  “What the hell, dad? I am just stating the obvious.” Tommy groans.

  Charlotte and I make eye contact and she nods giving me permission. How she can read my mind this soon into our relationship is astonishing. And comforting.

  “Tommy, man. Char’s not pregnant. She’s not able to have children,” I say straight.

  He looks at me confused. “She’s not?” he asks. No one responds.

  Ignoring Tommy, both of her parents look at me. “She told you?” they question me in unison.

  “On that note…” Charlotte says, as she stands to leave. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think I am going to have Calvin take me home so I can rest.

  “Of course not, darling,” Gwen replies.

  “Call me later, love bug,” Bron tells her. She nods in agreement.

  “Calvin, I will save the Cognac for our next visit.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you for having us. Gwen, thank you for a lovely dinner.” I lean over to shake Bron’s hand and kiss Gwen on the cheek. She blushes.

  “Tommy…’til next time, brother!” I fist bump him across the table and we are out.

  Charlotte

  “You are in so much trouble,” I say, as we enter Calvin’s office at Club M.

  We go right over from my parents’ house because Calvin has to stop by and take care of an issue with one of his top clients. He is threatening to sue Calvin because the guy’s wife somehow found out about his membership to the club, got herself accepted, showed up with her own mask, and caught her husband cheating. How this is Calvin’s fault, I’m not quite sure. Calvin says that the guy is accusing him of giving out his information, and supposedly, that’s how his wife found out. Which is not true, of course. Did the dude ever think that maybe his wife followed him? Dumbass.

  As we were leaving my parents’ house, Calvin got a call from Nick, who insisted on being Calvin’s lawyer – even though he primarily practices criminal law - and asked if they could meet at the club to discuss the suit for breach of contract, among other things, that this douchebag filed.

  Calvin sends me a smirk over his shoulder. “For what, Pinky?” he asks coyly.

  Like he doesn’t know, ha! “Um, hello! You do remember what you were doing to me throughout dinner, right?”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about,” Calvin says, trying to keep a straight face, but his lips keep twitching.

  He plops down in his desk chair and rocks back, his eyes dancing with delight as I drop my purse on his desk. I skirt the desk, stopping when I’m standing between his spread knees. I place my hands on his thighs as I lean forward to kiss him. The kiss is slow and teasing. He moans, his thighs tensing under my hands.

  “Nick will be here any minute,” he whispers against my lips.

  “Mmm hmm,” I hum, as I sink down to my knees in front of him.

  His eyes go wide. “What the hell are you doing?” He hisses.

  I grin evilly up at him as I unbutton his pants and slowly slide the zipper down. “I told you that you were in trouble, mister,” I murmur, taking his rock hard cock into my mouth before he can so much as protest.

  He groans, dropping his head back against his chair. “Fuck,” he rasps.

  It’s only a minute later that there is a knock on the closed door. Calvin’s head shoots up and he grabs my upper arms and tries to lift me up, but I shake him off and deep throat him. He chokes back a cry of pleasure before grabbing the edge of the desk and scooting the chair in, so that I am effectively hidden under his desk, still sucking his dick. It takes everything in me not to laugh my fucking ass off. The door opens and Nick walks in.

  Calvin

  I’m going to kill her! Is she seriously sucking my dick under my desk while Nick is standing in front of me? Why, yes, yes she is! Holy fucking shit! How am I supposed to sit here, while she is doing what she’s doing, and talk to Nick like nothing is going on? Nick smiles at me and extends a fist over the desk. I bump mine against his.

  “Hey man, what’s up?” Nick says in greeting.

  My dick?

  “Nothing much, my man,” I say as normal as possible.

  Nick sits in the chair in front of my desk and lounges back. Fuck. He’s going to shoot the shit for a few minutes before getting to business, isn’t he? Charlotte’s warm, wet mouth moves over me slowly, I can tell that she’s trying to be as quiet as possible. But the slow glide of her mouth is pure torture.

  Nick starts blabbering on about wedding stuff, Delilah, and how sweet and loving she is. Blah, blah, blah is all I hear, though. I’m focusing too hard on keeping my face neutral. Charlotte’s tongue swirls around the head of my cock and I swallow back a groan. Nick is completely oblivious as he rambles on.

  “Oh, hey, is Charlie here?” Nick asks, finally gaining my attention.

  He motions towards her purse on my desk. I can feel her smile around me. She’s so dead.

  I clear my throat to make sure I have my voice. “Uh, no, she left it here. I have to bring it to her after we’re done here,” I lie.

  Nick nods. “Ah, gotcha, so anyway…”

  I zone out again. Oh god, her mouth is slowly driving me insane.

  “Hey man, are you alright? You falling asleep on me?” Nick’s amused voice filters back in.

  My eyes snap open. Shit! I had no idea they had even closed. Nick’s looking at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Charlotte decides that now is the time to take me deep into her throat and swallow around me. I choke back a moan by covering it up with a cough. I cover my mouth with my hand and stare somewhat wide-eyed at Nick. Nick is completely bewildered by my behavior; I can see it on his face.

  “Do you need to do this another time?” Nick asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

  “Ah, yeah, yeah, let’s do this another time, I’m kinda out of it right now,” I mutter, rubbing my flushed face.

  “Ooookay, I’ll give you a call tomorrow then,” Nick says and stands.

  “Alright, man, sorry.”

  Nick shakes his head, still looking at me funny. “No problem, bud, talk to ya tomorrow.”

  Nick gives me another fist bump and starts for the door. He just pulls it open when Charlotte decides to make her presence known.

  “Bye, Nick!” she calls from under the desk.

  Nick’s head swings around so fast that I swear he got whiplash. His eyes are wide and his jaw is on the floor. Charlotte peeks over the desk from between my legs and waves at Nick. Nick stares at her in shock before his stunned gaze flips to mine.