Three: The Night's Still Young

Charlie begged him to take her to see the Chippendale performance. He finally caved in after a few glasses of vodka on the rocks, and a promise of hot and dirty sex afterward. So they went to the first floor, all tipsy and happy.

It was a sight like nothing she had seen before. The music blared, laser lights penetrated through the fog of smoke. The stage was massive, people screaming, mostly girls and women of all ages drooled over the half-naked men stripping their clothes one piece at a time. Sexy dancing, seductive gestures, she was blushing at the thought of Tommy being one of those men. She was screaming in excitement, even though Tommy was constantly covering her eyes not to look at his friends' bulging muscles, rubbing themselves with oil.

Some of the women in the audience recognized him, they waved at him and signaled him to go on stage. Charlie gave them a look, put her tongue in Tommy's mouth, marking her territory.

"You're so hot when you're possessive ... can't we just go back home now? I want to strip you off and run my mouth on you," he whispered in her ear.

She tilted her head and laughed, "A few more drinks and a night stroll ... you promised ... the night's still young, I don't wanna go back yet."

They ordered a few more drinks and watched the performance until the very last thread of clothes were off. It was the first time she had ever seen men who were complete strangers in the nude on a stage. When she saw how the women reacted to them, she felt a little jealous knowing that many of them had enjoyed Tommy's naked body all those months when he was away from her.

They got out of the club, half drunk and laughing. "I think you're too drunk to drive ... let's just take a walk and see what's around the neighborhood," Charlie pulled his hand.

"If you say so, your majesty," Tommy bowed with one arm stretched and the other one on his stomach. They laughed it off. Tommy looped his arm around Charlie's neck and then they walked along the pavement by the main avenue.

"I can't believe all the things I just did today ... I got my first ever fake ID," she waved her fake ID in the air, "I got invited to dinner with Maxine Roberts!! ... I saw six naked men on a stage ... AND I was kissed by a woman on the lips!" she was shouting in excitement. "And not just any woman, a really hot one I might add ... now I know why you said they couldn't say 'no' to her ... I would've ... if she tried ..." she couldn't let it out in words.

"What?? Oh my God ... who are you? What have you done to my girlfriend?" Tommy thought the highlight of her night would've been the Chippendale performance but he was wrong.

She laughed, "I'm serious though, I mean ... Deeta was just ... I loved the way she dressed and her presence was just ... sexy and seductive ... I can't believe you had sex with her when you were 15!! I mean ... it must've been wild for you back then?" the booze was talking out of her. He smiled in amusement at how drunk she was. "Do you think she had sex with women too? I mean, I don't think she's gay ... but I think she's so hot and daring, she seemed like someone who would do it just to get some pleasure out of it."

"She is a walking sex machine," Tommy confirmed it. "Can we stop talking about her, though? I'm starting to get a feeling you might have a girl crush on her ... and I can't have that," he grabbed her waist and nibbled on her ear.

Charlie laughed, "Tommy ..." her expression turned serious, "I saw those women looking at you before, the way they were lusting over those naked men, did you like it? The way they made you feel?" sometimes she asked questions he really didn't have the right answer for. He lifted his shoulders, completely oblivious to what he had to say. She bit her lower lip, he recognized the look in her eyes. "Don't answer it ... I don't wanna know," she pulled him close. "Let's go find a place where we can be alone," she said.

They were in the middle of the pavement, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the Goldstone night. Rows of cafes ahead of them, a dark empty park to their right, a wide-open road to their left. Tommy quickly picked up on the idea, they ran hand in hand toward the cafes. There was one with loud music playing, minimum lightning, and drunken people sat around, laughing in groups. They swiftly went inside, made their way to the bathroom, and locked the door behind them.

He pinned her against the door and kissed her hard as she unbuttoned his pants. He'd been wanting to do this since before they left the flat that night. He pulled down her tube top and engulfed her in his mouth. He tugged her thong in one swift pull, it tore but they were too drunk to care. He lifted her up slightly as she opened up to him. He felt her goosebump as he slid inside her and her whimper shot him up to the next level. His thrusts bumped the door behind her, but they were too deep in lust to notice.

Her face flushed in different shades of red, she couldn't look more beautiful in his eyes as her lips parted, her eyes closed, she was feeling his every move. Her eyebrows creased, she whined when he slowed down. "Tommy ..." she called him. He watched her face. "Don't stop," her voice almost inaudible, buried in the blaring music from the café. He kissed her, held on to her weight, he knew what she liked and how she liked it. Her moans were louder and faster, he was doing it right. She slumped on his shoulder, her arms tightened around him, she was tightening around him. He kissed her mouth, pulled her lip gently with his teeth, she was done, he was too.

They were still catching their breaths, he was still carrying her around his waist when someone was at the other side of the door trying to come in. They giggled, it was another first on her list, sex in a public place.

They hastily tidied up, snuck out of the place the way they came in. Her thong was busted, she threw it in the garbage bin before they got out. They ran hand in hand in laughter, half believing in what they just did. They wouldn't have done something like that if it were with someone else. They were two kids madly in love, Goldstone was the perfect place for it to blossom.

She couldn't go explore the city after that, not without underwear. They ran back to his car only to get it on again in the backseat, in the quiet alley behind The Silver Tongue. "We should do this more often," Charlie said glittered in sweat. "Just say when, baby," Tommy enveloped her in a kiss as he entered her one more time.