Bad Luck Charm - 3. Chapter Three

Dedication to Wishmuch, and Read

Chapter 3

We decided to have dinner at our favorite ‘restaurant by the lake’ instead of ordering takeout delivery. Besides, it’s always a good excuse for him to bring his car for a spin, he loved his automobile. I’d first found out that he’s a car fanatic during one of our overseas holidays, somewhere 4 months into the relationship. We had planned to rent a car during our stay, however, what started out as a transaction that should not take more than 15 minutes stretched into an hour due to his inability to make up his mind on which model he wanted. Ever since then, I named him a ‘car-whore’ which we often laughed about.

The past 2 weeks were crazy, we were having withdrawal symptoms. We always had that after every vacation or great weekends. Our workload was insane; given the nature of a private banker and a surgeon. He’d suggested converting to a GP with his own practice since as a surgeon he’d definitely had all the requirements needed. The pro in this would be having a fixed standard working hours instead of long odd working hours or countless on-call duties. However, unless I did something as well, this conversion would not be a solution. Maybe I could start a financial advisory firm or something. Nothing was concrete as of now, and both of us could not wait till our next vacation, desperately.

“Have you contacted the painters and confirmed the schedule with the movers?” I asked the blond.

“Yes my dearest, the real work will only start next Monday.” He gave me a reassuring look to trust him. Of course, I trusted him, needless to say, and in return, I knew I had his trust as well.

“Wanna head to the pool this weekend? The weather seems pretty nice lately.” Nothing beats a nice dip and tan in the pool.

Giving me a knowing smirk, the blond said, “You perv.” I wiggled my eyebrow feigning innocence.

~~*****~~

Last Friday was beyond amazing. I swore I could still feel his lips on mine. Just one ‘date’ and I was falling for him, hard and fast. Since I was still on medical leave, I had some spare time. So, I had decided to spend the day by running some errands including the grocer to stock up some rations. I probably should do up some housekeeping as well.

When I came out from a quick shower, my phone was blinking red indicating a missed text. It was from Betty, ‘Still alive?’

‘Yes, I am unfortunately still kicking and alive, sorry to disappoint you.’

‘Bitch. What r u up to?’

‘Grocery shopping.’

‘I’ll join u, pick u up in an hour.’

Entering Walmart, I picked up a trolley, half listening to her usual rants about all the different guys she’d managed to bed and a detailed breakdown of their dicks and skills.

“Are you even listening to me?” Her eyebrows raised in questioned.

It’s not the first time she caught me paying no attention to her, “You make good background noises.” I told her flatly.

She feigned shock before laughing, “I can’t help it, it’s not like I choose to be such a whore that sleeps around.”

Ok, that got me good, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I can’t believe you... with that justification. So are you implying random guys just throw themselves at you?” I said while shaking my head in disbelief.

Changing the subject, “Anyway, did you have a great time with Blondie number 5?” she arched her brows at me knowingly.

I guessed Betty could read me like a book. She’s a true blood fag hag, out and proud. “We kissed,” I shrugged trying to downplay the situation although it was the best feeling I ever felt for a while. Something was just so electrifying about that kiss made me craved more of John. I wanted more.

“OMG!” She shrieked in response, palms on her chubby cheeks, “That is sooooo hot, how’s his dick and bed skills like?”

God, I couldn’t help it but develop a pink flush, “Stop it! It’s embarrassing to talk about such kinds of stuff.” I was not liking the idea of discussing my private sex life, “We just kissed, that’s all.”

That seemed to shut her up well, as usual, she would not push me for answers if I was feeling uncomfortable. However, for the rest of the trip, she had been constantly dropping innuendos, 'How about some Bratwurst for dinner?' while giving me knowing looks and smirks which I'd chose to ignore, definitely not going to give her the satisfaction.

When she pulled up at my place, she casually asked, “I’m having a party this weekend, Saturday, why don’t you come by with that sexy doctor of yours?”

I was not sure on the status of our relationship. Were we dating, or exclusive? Nothing was established. We merely locked lips.

I narrowed my eyes at her, “Maybe.” I collected my groceries and alighted her sedan, “Thanks for the ride and company Bet.” I added with a smile.

She returned the gesture and with a wave, she’s gone. My phone buzzed with a message a minute later, “Pool.”

Images of John in a tight speedo flooded me. That strong tanned body with a tantalizing bulge. That bitch! Fuck.

****

Standing in the lounge area beside the pool with a beer in hand, I looked around the crowd hoping to spot the blonde. I ended up extending the invitation to him two days before the party.

I'd finally gathered my courage. With no idea of his working schedule, I decided to drop him a text instead, ‘Are u free to talk?’

‘Are u at home?’

‘Yes. Can I call u now or are u busy?’

I held onto my phone waiting for his reply. When I received none after a few minutes, I gave up waiting. Throwing on a pair of old sweatpants and used old t-shirt after a relaxing hot shower, I checked on my phone hoping for his response only to find out there was none. “Maybe he’s busy cutting someone up,” I thought out loud with a grimace.

The doorbell chimed at that precise moment. Looking at the camera, I was surprised and elated to see John. The moment he exited the elevator, he smiled and announced, “I brought some Thai take-out, I hope you are ready for dinner.” He looked fresh out from the showers.

“Come on in.” I pushed open the door for him to enter. “Are you around the area?”

“I was planning on coming over because I wanna see you, I was already at the take-out store when you messaged me,” he placed the bags on the table before turning around and pulled me into a hug. He smelled fantastic, a mixed of his body wash, and natural musk with a tinge of his cologne. He hovered his lips above mine, he seemed to be unsure of my reaction. I decided to aid him out by pressing my lips against his for a quick kiss. “Let’s eat,” he said letting go to unpack the food.

It was a simple dinner together, it felt domestic but cozy and nice at the same time. Somewhere after dinner, I decided to pop the invitation, “Are you free on this Saturday? Betty has invited us to her pool party.”

He agreed with a huge smile, his eyes twinkled, “You perv.”

I found John standing at the bar getting his refill while engaging friendly conversation with fellow party goers. He sure was getting loads of attention from the women, and some guys as well since he looked totally hot and delectable in that tight blue speedo which left little to the imagination. What made him decided to dress in a speedo, in a pool party was beyond me. I bet he’s loving the attention, not that I was complaining and on a bright side, I was invited to ogle as well.

I enjoyed the party, it felt good to wind down once in awhile. From the looks of John’s smiling face, I could say the same for him. We didn’t even get to dip in the pool, neither did we dance. Instead, we spent most of the times together, deep in conversations. We were occasionally joined by some people, and Betty who had managed to whisper in my ears after introducing John, “I would totally bone him, nice package there by the way.” John naturally was clueless and I definitely had no plans in letting him know about the different hot scenes that my brain was conjuring, help me.

When we arrived at the party, it was already running high and wild. The dance floor was crowded with wet bodies accompanied by loud music blaring through the speakers. As the evening wore on, we had maintained lingering gazes with each other, deliberate touches here and there, and I had also stolen a few french-kisses on and off. The air around us thicken tremendously as time passed by, it was tensed and crackling with sexual energy. By the time I downed my 5th drink, I was ready to get out of here to quench my ever growing libido. Besides, I had observed the swimsuit donned by John was getting tighter and the defined shape of his tool was sending my lust into overdrive. I placed my palm on his thigh, and leaned into him with our knees touching, I whispered in a seductive manner, “Shall we head back to my place?” I gazed into the blue eyes and licked my lips involuntarily.

He gave a soft growl and replied looking at me, “Let’s go before I devour you right here… right now.” I couldn’t help but shiver from the intensity.

***

The cab ride back was crazy, definitely not in a good way. Betty’s place was around 35 minutes drive on a good traffic out of downtown. We were high on endorphins, feeding off each other’s sexual energy. Needless to say, having a flat tire and failed engine in the middle of the highway did not mask the irritation and frustration I felt and I’d no qualms letting it show.

"We had a flat tire," the driver announced, interchanging his look in between us.

"Well... change it then or get us a replacement. We need to head home now!" I spat towards the poor man.

To worsen the situation, the driver merely shook his head, "The engine is gone too, we need a tow truck."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said in agitation.

A tow truck was needed and there was no way we could hop onto another cab in the middle of a fuckin’ highway. Fuck! Even with the presence of John could not quench the flames that were burning bright and proud. But nonetheless, the touch of his hand and the squeeze on my shoulders did provide me some form of relieving and comfort.

It took us an extra detour and approximately 2 hours before we managed to reach my place in one piece. I was drained and I took a quick check on the clock; almost 2 am. Sigh. I rubbed my hands against my face as exhaustion settled in. “I should head home now,” I glanced over, John looked tired. He managed to give a small smile before pulling me in for an embrace. I leaned against him and took a deep breath.

“Stay for the night? It’s late.” I persuaded.

He said nothing, I took hold on his hand, and led him towards my bedroom. I handed him a towel, “Extra toothbrush in the cabinet. Go on,” I urged him.

I set a pair of used sweats and cotton tee for John. God… what rotten luck. The sound of shower stopped, and it wasn’t long before he exited the bathroom with a towel riding low on his hips. He looked fucking delicious, and his eyes glinted dangerously in the dimmed room. ‘Change of clothes,” I gestured to the clothes. “Be right back.”

I would love to say that we made wild mad love into the night as I sunk into him relentlessly. But, that didn't happen. In fact, nothing did. With the exhaustion, John was already sound asleep when I joined him in bed after a quick wash. I snuggled closer to the blonde with my arm draped over his sturdy chest, on my bed. The closeness and warmness were something new but nice, it didn’t take me long to fall over into la-la land.