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"Oh, all good I hope?" she smiled. Man, she was tired, she wanted to get out of here, after she was done being polite to the Clarks she needed to find Gooch and let her know it was bedtime.

"Yes, well our son Pearce has some very nice things to say, and of course Peter has made a very nice purchase offer on your business," smiled Jane.

"Oh, you're...Yes, Pearce saved my life, actually, he's a very nice man. I'm sure you're proud, as you should be," she turned to Peter, "and you've made a very generous offer, I hope you'll understand that I can't accept."

"I think you should reconsider, dear, after the fire and all..." Sarabeth interrupted.

"I'm sure you do, but I have a lot invested in my company and I'm really not interested in selling at the moment. It was a pleasure to meet you, you have a fine son, now if you'll excuse me," she said as she marched up the sloping yard toward the house in search of Gooch.

Twenty minutes later they were ensconced in the guest suite, in pajamas. They were drinking wine they had lifted from the party, and had two plates of cookies and brownies in front of them.
 

"I'm sure they meant well," said Gooch.

"I'm sure they did, saints preserve me from people who are trying to 'help'. I've had it. The fireworks should be starting soon, let's move these chairs to the window so we can watch. I love fireworks!

Just then there was a knock on the door, Gooch answered it, then closed the door and said, "It's for you."

"For me? Let them in."

"I'm going to let you decide," Gooch said moving to the window. As Cyndi passed her she handed her a class of wine "here, I think you're going to need this."

When she opened the door there stood Pearce's mother. "I want to talk to you," she said.

"What? What do you want?"

"I'm just going to say it," said Jane. "You should take the offer on your business, and you should consider Pearce. You could do worse than him, and I'm sure you have in the past."

"I don't want..." Cindy began.

"Okay, look, tonight isn't a good time, I know that. Just agree to meet with me tomorrow before you leave town, I have some ideas, the men aren't the only ones with a head for business around here."

Cyndi let her head fall back and she stared at the ceiling for a long minute. These people were just not going to go away it seemed. One meeting, she had stood her ground so far, she would keep standing it.

"Okay, sure, I'd do it tonight, but I'm not dressed for it," she said indicating her pajamas, "one meeting tomorrow," Cyndi wrote down the address that Jane gave her and said good-night. After Jane left she turned and leaned against the door, that family is persistent.

Gooch just smiled in agreement, and Cyndi crossed the room to join her for the fireworks.
 

After the firework show the party slowed, they watched the caterers begin to clean up, and decided to turn in for the night.
 

Hours later Cyndi was still staring at the ceiling when she thought she heard a plink at the window. Moments later, she heard another one, and she pulled herself out of bed to investigat

As she walked toward the windows that faced the lawn she thought she saw a shadow at the blinds. Terrified she left the light off and tip-toed to the window where she just barely shifted a slat in one of the blinds. There was Pearson, paused to knock on the pane.

Quickly she raised the blinds so she wouldn't wake Gooch, asleep in the next room.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered.

"I wanted to see you," he slurred slightly.

"You're drunk," she said.

"Yep, I am."

"Oh lord, hang on, I'll be right out."

Quickly she crossed to the doorway and made her way through the kitchen to the back door. She punched in the alarm code and let herself out quietly.

Pearson met her at the porch, and she led him to a nearby rattan sofa. She didn't want anyone to hear them. He looked adorably bedraggled, his tie was loosened and his hair was messy.
 

"I met your stepsisters." he said.

"I just bet you did."

"Your stepmom introduced us," he said waggling his eyebrows.
 

"Oh, did she. Did you get your pick, or did she have someone in mind for you?"

"Dunno, I could barely tell them apart, I felt like I could have both if I wanted."

"Are you into that? They might do it if they thought it would get them somewhere."

"Nah, I wanted you instead. See, I'm back, and I didn't knock on their window."

"That's true. Although I'm not convinced you knew whose window you were knocking on. And they are on the second floor. But you get points for trying."

"My mom told me which room was yours," he grinned sheepishly.
 

"Was that reconnaissance earlier? Did you send her to find out where I was sleeping?"

"No, but when she told me about your teapot flannel jammies, I had to come see for myself. Very sexy," his lopsided grin was even cuter when he was hammered. Her lady bits were in an uproar, they were traitors, she was supposed to have written this guy off.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier. That was rude of me, I know the business means a lot to you."

"It's okay," she said, reaching for his hand, "it's kind of a hot button issue for me. I can't help it."

"I know, and I should have known better, it's just. Cyndi I want you so much, and you keep slipping away, and I..." he stopped, then stood up and pulled her to her feet.
 

She put her hand on his chest and could feel his heart racing, keeping a crazy beat, just like hers was. Tilting her head back she looked up into his impossibly blue eyes, lit only by the lanterns atop the stone wall surrounding the pool. Slowly he caressed the back of her head and lowered his mouth to hers. She shivered slightly, not sure if it was the kiss or the chilly night air, then raised on her tiptoes to meet his kiss again. Deeper this time, their tongues entwined. The ache rose from somewhere deep inside her, and as their lips parted she let out a low moan.
 

She backed up half a step, meaning to leave. This was wrong, it would undo all the time she so deliberately avoided him, but he took her hand and pulled her toward him again. He lifted her off her feet like she was nothing, lighter than air, and placed her upon the wall. Slowly he began to unbutton her top.

"I've been dreaming about this, thinking about it by day, and waking up hard imagining you at night when I dream. Let me see," he said as she automatically raised her hands to cover her breasts."

"So big, so beautiful, may I...?" he looked at her questioningly.
 

"Yes," it was barely a whisper.

He leaned forward and gently touched one nipple with his tongue while he palmed the other. Her nipple was stiff against the flat of his hand, and he slowly, so slowly brought her other breast to his mouth. He pinched one nipple and nibbled gently at the other, laving it with his tongue between gentle bites. Then he switched, again palming one side and nibbling the other. He moved his hands to support her back, under her billowing pajama top, skin to skin he toyed with her breasts until she thought she would explode with the delicious sensation of it.
 

"Please, please," she said, but still she held his head close to her breasts. It felt so good, she could hardly bear to think of him stopping. She was so wet, she could feel the warmth between her legs, and she wondered just how hard he was.
 

As if reading her mind, he lifted her again, circled through the break in the wall, and lowered her to the ground. And this time she found herself lying prone on the ground on top of a blanket.

"Prepared were you?"

"Just in case," he smiled at her. He was even more beautiful in the moonlight, and she told him so.

"So are you, let me see all of you, you gorgeous thing," he said as he spread her pajamas and pulled her bottoms off of her. Again she moved to cover herself, years of awkwardness around her weight couldn't be ignored. "Stop trying to cover yourself, I think your body is magnificent."

"It's not it's..."

"Let me show you what I think," he said as he began to kiss her all over. He started at her shoulders, moved down to her breasts, which by now were extra sensitive, then down further to her belly. She flinched, but he just kept kissing, down to her mons, which she had shaved bare.

"Look at this, you naughty thing," he smiled at her.

"Just in case," she replied, smiling back.

Reaching for his shirt, she loosened his tie the rest of the way and pulled it over his head then began to unbutton his shirt. When she had first seen him she knew he had been an athlete once, just from the way he walked, but it was clear he was still working out. His chest was solid, firm and smooth beneath her hands. His abs rippled as he moved above her, and she slid her hand down his taught firm stomach where the v shape led her to where he was hard for her.

She had her answer. She felt him through his slacks, stiffening and throbbing against her hand. She shifted slightly so that her leg was against him, and he groaned in appreciation.
 

He moved his hand down and gently touched her lips, sliding his fingers inside her briefly, then out again. He kept at it, this time lowering his head to her breasts at the same time. The combined sensations were almost too much and she lifted his head to kiss him again, mostly in order to keep from climaxing too soon.

"I don't...we shouldn't..." she gasped.

"Shhhhhh," he responded. "I can tell you want this too. You're warm and wet and ready for me, if you really want to leave, tell me now..." he leaned up on one elbow.

She looked at his face and remembered her resolve to be a slut. She wanted more with him, she knew that now, but if one night was all she got it would be worth it.

"I'm not leaving," she said, and pulled his head down for a kiss.

He leaned away and fumbled with his pants, taking them all the way off. His cock was hard and pressed warmly against her thigh. She reached down to touch it and it was smooth, and solid and big. Bigger than she had imagined. Her eyes widened and he smiled at her.
 

"I'll go slow, I promise. Hang on," and she heard the crumple of a condom wrapper.
 

"Just in case," they said at the same time, and giggled like little kids.
 

When he put his sheathed member at her entrance, she stopped laughing and kissed him again. True to his word he went slowly, excruciatingly slowly, bit by bit he slid inside and she stretched to accommodate him.
 

"Oh, god," she groaned as he slid himself all the way inside.

He paused once he was all the way in, and pulsed gently, then slowly slid out, teasingly he rubbed a finger across her lip and she caught it with her teeth.
 

"Put. It. Back," she whispered to him. And he did.

They moved together then, him rocking her, holding her generous hips in his hands, nipping, biting, kissing her, until she couldn't take it anymore and arched her back to come around him.
 

He felt her pussy clenching him, milking him, aching to drain him, and he arched his back and came too, whispering her name in her hear, "Cyndi, Cyndi..." as he finished.

They lay their briefly, cuddled together.
 

"Well, that moved fast," she whispered into his chest, as she drew her pajama top across them to try to keep them from being chilled. "I hate to do this, but I think I'd better go in."

"Yeah, I'd hate for your stepmother to stumble on us here."

Suddenly the folly of the encounter seemed to hit them both as the air cooled and a breeze kicked up.
 

"I'll take these," he said as he gathered up the condom and wrapper, while he hopped on one foot putting his slacks back on.
 

"Okay," she said, suddenly feeling awkward. "I'll call you, tomorrow," she paused, "if that's okay?"

"If you don't, I'll just hunt you down again, you're too good to give up without a fight."

She reached for him, and they kissed again, hugged quickly, and then he was gone.

She went inside, re-set the alarm and padded quietly to her room. As she slid between the cool sheets, she heard Gooch say "I hope you had fun?"

Cyndi smiled "Good night Gooch, I'll tell you all about it in the morning."

In the bright light of morning, she wondered briefly if she had made it all up, but no, Gooch was on the case, she had heard Cyndi leave and return, so it must have been real.

"Well he sounds delicious," Gooch said as they shared yogurt, granola and berries for breakfast.
 

"Shhhhh, I don't want anyone to know. It's you know...private."

"Right, and no one will hear from me unless you mess this up, then I'll intervene," she smiled. "It's my job as your best friend for life. Right?"

"I guess so."

"You'd do the same for me, right?"

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