“You called a truce on that. Besides, I was fucking seventeen, I knew nothing about pussy.”
“Please do not use that word when referring to my future wife.”
“Get over it, Edwards. It was dark, so I didn’t see anything, just fumbled around for stuff, you know.”
“Are we still talking about this?”
“I guess we aren’t. So, tell me, how did you finally get her to break up with Batman?”
“Who?”
“Julian.”
Great, Rodriguez had to go there.
“My friend, let m
e tell you this… I didn’t make her do anything, he got what was coming to him. Let’s be honest, he never had her to begin with.”
“Nice play, Edwards. For a moment, I believed you. However, I know your type. Dominating and shit. Like that stupid book that Jen and Charlie always talk about… something gray, I don’t know, but it’s a load of shit.”
“It ain’t that bad.” I chuckle.
“Yeah, well, I guess I can’t complain. Jen’s a wild one. Fuck, she’ll kill me for saying that.”
“Your secret is safe with me, plus it explains why you have four kids.”
“I’ll tell you now, Edwards, once that baby comes along, say goodbye to any pussy you’re getting.”
Is that the truth? It had crossed my mind, and I’m conscious when I’m fucking her, but luckily, I studied this in med school and know my dick can’t get anywhere near the baby’s head.
“Don’t listen to him, son. You and Adriana never ruined—”
“Dad, I love you, but please, please, please do not mention your sex life ever again to me.”
Amused, he places his arm around me. Is he drunk? Shit, I decide no more for me since I’m getting married in less than three hours. Control, Edwards, you’re fucking used to this.
Rocky claps his hands and motions for me to take a seat on the chair sitting in the middle of the room. I get it, striptease. I can handle this. It won’t be my first, but it will be my fucking last. The girls mean nothing, tits in my face do nothing for me unless there are Charlotte’s.
Eric places a blindfold on me. He gets some sort of pleasure from doing it. In your dreams, Eric. It becomes pitch black, and I try to focus on the shuffling around me. The music starts, ‘The Thong Song,’ and I sense a body close to me and feel a slight brush against my leg. Her fingertips barely scrape along my thigh, stopping just below my dick. I want to laugh, it’s a pathetic act to turn me on.
Her warm, minty breath lingers near my neck followed by her meager attempt to rub her pussy against my cock. In the distance amid the beat of the music, I hear snickering, and I swear I hear Eric say, “This is disturbingly wrong on so many levels.”
The music is close to finishing, and as a finale, she grazes her teeth along the outside of my pants against my dick. Without control, I feel a slight stir. What the fuck? I wasn’t turned on, but now I’m conscious of the familiar feeling, the tingling throb impossible to ignore.
No. No. No!
“Take it off! Lex has a boner,” Eric shouts with such enthusiasm.
Slowly, Eric undoes the blindfold, and I almost fall off my chair, the shock of the granny standing in front of me in a purple corset and thong enough to make me dry heave.
Everyone in the room breaks out laughing, and I’m unable to find the hilarity in this, given the huge wood I’m sporting. Seriously, why the fuck am I turned on? And why the fuck won’t it go down?
The granny winks at me, her false teeth visible. Oh fuck, the false teeth grazed my dick. I’m gonna beat the shit out of Rocky. I turn to look at him, his face cringing. Why the fuck is he so mortified? He booked the granny escort to strip for me!
I can hear BJ in the back shouting, “Get yer gums around my plums.”
“That was hilarious!” Eric roars, slapping his hand on his leg, unable to contain himself. The granny walks away, saying goodbye to everyone, her saggy ass tainting my poor brain. There are just some things that can never be unseen. Rocky is still looking odd, something’s wrong. He isn’t taking as much pleasure in watching me suffer as I expected he would.