Have I Told You (19 page)

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

She climbed off the bed and slid on her heeled sandals. Her legs looked magnificent. Shaking my head, I said, “Let’s get out of here before I throw you on the bed and never let you go.”

She laughed. I grabbed her hand and we headed down the stairs to the garage.

It was a beautiful day, but we needed to talk, so I decided on the Jeep. Opening her door and helping her in, I took a deep breath. This is it, I thought to myself, my biggest, deepest secret.

“Lunch, then shopping, since we skipped breakfast. Sound like a plan?”

“Lunch with talking, and then shopping with talking.” She corrected me.

“Yes, Bre,” I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek, “No worries. I plan on telling you everything, but when we’re shopping I want you to just enjoy. Okay?”

She turned toward me and nodded with a big smile on her face.

I patted her on the knee and pulled out onto the road. I could tell she was nervous about what I was going to say. Hell, I was nervous. Only a few people knew my secret.

We drove for a little while in silence. I wasn’t sure exactly where to start.

“Okay, Sabrina, what I am about to tell you, I trust you to never reveal this to anyone. In all honesty, if my lawyer found out I was telling you this without signing a NDA, he would have my head on a platter.”

She shifted to turn herself toward me, so that I knew I had her undivided attention. “Caston, I would never tell anyone.”

Taking a deep breath, I started. “My parents have an open marriage. I was brought up in that lifestyle. They had parties, and people over all the time. Ever since I was a young teenager I have been attending these parties. I mean, like starting at about thirteen, maybe? I don’t know, it’s been a long time.”

I sneaked a quick glance to see how she was handling this so far. Now she was the one looking like a deer in the headlights, but when she saw me looking at her, she gave me a reassuring smile.

“My brother, Jon, is five years older than me. He was already attending them. I didn’t want to be cooped up by myself anymore, so one night I snuck downstairs. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I hid in the corner and watched everything. I felt so many things I’d never felt before. It scared and excited me to watch all the couples. When I went back up to bed that night, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling with the biggest hard on.”

I let out a small nervous chuckle. “I think that is the first time I masturbated.”

Thankfully, she thought that was funny, too, because she let out a chuckle before she covered her mouth to hide her smile.

“Glad you find that funny.”

“I’m so sorry,” she reached over to touch my forearm, “I didn’t mean to laugh.”

I smiled and laughed. “I’m messing with you. I know it’s funny.”

“Jerk.”

“Ha! Anyway, my brother came in to check on me that night. He knew what was up. Poor guy, trying to be the parent when he was only a few years older. He gave me the sex talk and told me about how wonderful it was.”

“Really?” she asked astonished. “So, you had sex when you were thirteen?”

“Oh, no, probably fifteen. I just went to the parties and watched, then went upstairs and jerked off. When I was fifteen, I was tall enough to pass for eighteen, so the couples that wanted threesomes felt that it was okay to include me, because they thought I was older, or at least that’s how they justified it to themselves.”

“Oh, well then...”

“I can’t believe that you’re being so okay with this.”

“Caston, I love you. I’m trying to be open minded. You are being truthful with me. What more can I ask for? But I don’t think that was right for a young boy.”

“Say it again.” I looked over to her and grabbed her hand.

“What?” she looked confused.

“Say it again, say you love me.”

“I love you,” she sighed and smiled.

I brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back of her hand lightly.

“We’re here.”

She turned to look out the window. “Here?”

I brought her to the Little Grass Shack. It was a little hole in the wall restaurant with must have fabulous to-die-for food. I nodded. “Best food on the east coast.”

I got out of the car and walked to her side to open the door. I saw her put her sunglasses on before she got out of the vehicle.

It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was shining, the flowers were in bloom, and it was unseasonably warm. I couldn’t wait to eat outside with her while we looked over the beautiful state park.

I took her hand and led her to the outdoor seating. “Do you think this will be okay?” She sounded nervous.

“Sabrina, trust me, no one will look for us here. Ed has never called me out to the paparazzi. He is a good guy, we can trust him.”

I saw her visibly relax the moment I said we were in the clear.

Pulling out her chair, I kissed her neck as she sat down.

“Caston! My man! I haven’t seen you in a few months. Where the fuck have you been?” Ed yelled when he stepped out onto the patio.

He was a burly, hefty man, with greasy black hair that was slicked back. The tattoos up and down each arm were intimidating and he had a slight limp in his walk. He wasn’t someone you would want to meet in a dark alley if you didn’t know who he was, but in all honestly Ed was the biggest teddy bear you would ever meet.

“Ed, long time, no see.” I met him when he was almost to the table and gave him a big slap-on-the-back hug.

“You son of a bitch, I thought you forgot about us.”

“Never. Ed, I’d like you to meet someone.”

I turned to walk him over to the table. “Ed, this is Sabrina Bennett. Sabrina this is Ed, owner of this shack.”

She reached out her hand and tried to stand up. Ed, the gentleman that he is, stopped her. “The pleasure is all mine, ma’am. Please, don’t get up on my account.”

She smiled.

I sat down next to her and took her hands in mine. “Ed, we would like whatever is on special and some privacy.”

“Sure thing, man. It was a pleasure to meet you, honey. Hope this a-hole brings you by to visit us again.”

She squeezed my hand. “I hope so, too,” she responded.

Ed walked off and I looked over at her and smiled. I was so ridiculously happy.

“So...”

Looking perplexed I asked, “So, what?”

“So, keep going with the story.”

My heart felt so warm and fuzzy, since I told him I love him. It was the truth and I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted to find out everything about him, good, bad, and ugly. It didn’t matter, though, I would be with him no matter what. He made me understand what it was to truly love someone.

I’d thought I had loved before, but this love with Caston was different, honest, and pure. Mark had never loved me, as a matter of fact, I don’t think he ever said it to me. I would say it to him all the time, but he never reciprocated.

Coming back from my daydream, I sat there listening to his story of his parents. Thirteen? He was a baby still.

The little restaurant Caston brought me to for lunch shocked me. It was a little nothing, hole in the wall place, but Ed, was super friendly and Caston seemed to be very comfortable here.

I wanted him to continue. “So?” I urged.

He looked at me as if he was not sure what I was talking about. “So, what?” I had to laugh at him.

“So, keep going with the story.”

He squeezed my hands and smiled. “So eager for information, aren’t we.”

I leaned over and kissed him, holding his gaze when I backed away. “When it has to do with you, I’ll take anything I can get.”

“Let’s just enjoy lunch and not ruin it with my fucked up childhood.”

I nodded, frustrated that he was stalling but I couldn’t judge. I had secrets of my own that I wasn’t telling him.

Lunch was fabulous. We had homemade barbeque burgers with sharp cheddar cheese and bacon, potato pancakes, and fabulously sweet homemade cinnamon applesauce. We laughed the whole meal. Ed even came by when we were finished eating and talked business with Caston. It was nice to see him so relaxed.

The sun started to set and Caston finally hinted that we should get going. I was starting to get nervous now.

Sensing something was up with me while we walked to the Jeep, Caston asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Just nervous.”

When we got back to the Jeep he pinned me up against the Jeep. “You only have to say the word and I’ll take you home.”

He leaned forward and pressed his hardening length into me. My insides heated. I leaned in close to his ear. “What would you do if I asked you to take me right here against the car?”

His breath caught and he made the most glorious noise deep in his throat. I leaned back, seeing his eyes were closed and that he was trying to regain control. I opened the door and slunk down into the seat. I pulled him forward at the hips and undid his pants. We were in the corner of the lot, facing a privacy fence, so no one could really see us. I released his cock into my hands. I ran my hands up and down the impressive length. Seeing a clear drip form at the tip, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, swirling my tongue around. The salty drop of pre-cum hit the back of my tongue and it was as if I was starved. I sucked his cock into my mouth. I could feel his muscles tighten as I continued the assault with my tongue. I cupped his balls with one hand, while my other hand followed my mouth to make it more intense. I felt so wild. Ever so carefully, I dragged my teeth along his shaft. That is what sent him over the edge. I immediately started to feel the squirts of cum splashing into my mouth. I sucked him deeper, so I wouldn’t drop any and make a mess. As the last of the hot, sticky liquid released into my mouth I let him fall from my mouth with a pop. Kissing the tip of his massive cock, I tucked it nicely into his pants and buttoned them back up.

Turning in my seat, I reached for the seatbelt, and waited for him to join me. Oh God, I was so wet and horny, but I was also proud of myself. Caston finally shut my door and joined me in the car. “My God, woman. That was unexpected. Holy shit!” He ran his hands through his hair and tried to regain his composure. I had the biggest, goofiest grin on my face.

Finally able to pull out of the parking lot, he said to me, “Don’t you worry, Sabrina. I’ll make that up to you tonight.”

I was so wound up, I almost came at the words of his promise.

We started to head into town and were soon hit rush hour traffic. Caston’s hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. “Is everything okay?” I questioned.

He looked at me and half smiled. “Just thinking about tonight. When we get to the shop, I’m going to go around back. We’ll meet Sara at her office before we head upstairs to shop.”

“Who is Sara?”

“Sara? She is my brother’s wife. Jon, remember? You’ll meet them tonight. He runs my club, and she runs my shop. “

I swallowed hard. “Wonderful, I’ll meet them for the first time at a sex club. I met your mother for the first time naked on the counter of your kitchen. Could I be more mortified?”

His smile made me melt. It also made me forget my worries. How did he do that?

I noticed we were in an industrial park that had been turned into retail shops and bars. “Oh, I know this area. We’re in Kinley Park.” I turned to look at him. “Is this where your club is? I never knew there was a sex club on this strip.”

He smirked. “Exactly.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Let’s go get you stripped down and fancied up for tonight. Should be a lot of fun, it’s our masquerade event, so you even get to wear a mask.”

I felt so giddy. Shopping. What girl doesn’t love to shop?

We pulled into an underground garage that had a door on it. “Every member gets a door opener,” Caston said, answering my unasked question, “people can enter the club privately. Membership is very exclusive, and highly vetted. Every member signs a confidentiality agreement. The shop has two entrances, one from the street and one from the garage. The club is only accessible from the garage.”

“Interesting. Explains why I never knew there was club here.”

Upon parking, I quickly exited the car.

Caston gave me a look of disappointment. “Please let me get your door for you next time. I like taking care of you.”

I took Caston’s outreached hand, and he guided me to the elevator.
My panties were soaked through from taking Caston in the parking lot and a drip is running down my inner thigh. The anticipation of what lay ahead had me more excited than I’d ever been.

We were greeted at the elevator door by a tall, dark-haired woman. Her skin was the most beautiful color of ivory and her hair was down past her shoulders with a light wave to it. She looked prim and proper in her gray pencil skirt suit, not someone you would expect to see in a sex shop.

“Caston, dear.” She took him in a big hug.

“Sara,” He kissed her on both cheeks, “Thank you for clearing the VIP floor. I know it was short notice.

“For you, Caston, anything. You know that.”

She motioned to me. “Oh, yes, Sara, please meet my Sabrina. Sabrina, this is my sister-in-law, Sara.”