Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 36

Michael

Michael walks with a swing in his step and a smile on his face.

…. You’ve got it bad, my Friend….

…. not that I blame you….

We don’t have long to wait; the train is on time and after the usual huddle of people exiting, Charlotte steps out.

She looks fresh and beautiful; simply dressed in jeans and tee-shirt, her long red hair tied back in a pony-tail. For a moment, looking the other way, she doesn’t see us, then turning about, her face lights up.

Ah… but that’s a lovely smile….

Michael almost tramples me to get to her, embracing her bear-hug style, all but sweeping her feet from under her as he kisses her….

It is not the kiss of one friend to another, or of a brother to a sister….

not Mmm…. too many people around here for me to do that too….

I keep my hands in strictly non-s****l territory, resting on her shoulder as I give her a peck on the cheek.

“I’d love to kiss you like that too,” I whisper, “but let’s save your blushes while we’re in public eh?

She returns the peck, murmuring, “Thank you, Master.”

…. Master….

Walking to the car, Michael doesn’t speak, but he grins as our eyes meet over her head. And as he looks down at her I see….

Adoration….?

Tread carefully…. Don’t let this carry you away….

In the car, driving back to the lodge, she’s bubbly and talkative.

“So why are you here, Charlotte?” I ask. “I was sure that you would have a boyfriend now, or even several boyfriends.” I try to keep it light, winking at her next to me in the passenger seat.

“I did try it,” she says, shrugging. “I’ve had a few dates and.… more. But it was all a bit boring. After the time I had with you and Michael; well, nothing compared to that and I wondered if you might like to.…”

Michael, from behind, interrupts. “We would love to, Charlotte. We just want to be sure that we are not interfering with your ‘real life’.”

Good of you to say that….

…. considering how you feel….

She shrugs. “What’s real life? The time I had with the two of you feels more real to me than anything I’ve done since.”

real lifeWhat on earth does she mean by that….?

I want to ponder, chew over the meaning of her words, but then, “Master, haven’t we just missed the turn-off? For the hotel I mean?”

Aha! lol!

Gotcha, Girl….

“We’re not going to the hotel. We thought we’d make the weekend a bit more special than that.”

“Where are we going then?”

“You remember that restaurant up in the mountains? Overlooking the lake? They do cabins. We’ve booked one of those.”

“Oooh, lovely!”

She’s wearing that delighted-little-girl look that is one of the joys of knowing her. I’m looking forward to getting her back to the cabin….

…. just the three of us again….

I let Michael take her inside, show her around. His obvious desire to be with her….

How can I deny him that…?

Carrying in her suitcase inside, I let him stoke up the fire, piling on more logs. I have a pretty good idea that he would like to roll around with her on the large fur rug in front of the hearth. Certainly, he’s raising the fire to a good heat….

She’s flagging a bit, looking pale. “You’re tired, Charlotte. Why don’t you go have a shower or a bath?” I suggest. “You’ll feel better after that. I’m going to make us something to eat.”

“Mmm, yes, Master… I think I will.”

…. Master….

…. Master…She wanders off into the bathroom. Michael smiles happily at me, stretches, then grins broadly before turning to stand staring into the fire.

“I’ll get on with making the meal,” I say.

“Sure, d’you need any help?”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll call if there is anything.”

He nods, returning his attention to the glow of the flames.

In the kitchen, I take ingredients from the fridge and store, then start browning meat and chopping shallots.

I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but there’s never seemed much point to it after my divorce and with only myself to cook for. Somehow, the sound of the knife, clunking through carrots and potatoes into the wooden chopping board, feels comforting.

When was the last time I did this…?

.... shallots and garlic soften in the oil, turning sweet and translucent as they sizzle quietly….

…. cooked for more than just myself….?

…. a family…

…. It’s been years……

I add the root veggies, tip half a bottle of good red wine into the mix, scatter oregano, rosemary and black pepper over the cook-pot and stir it in. Then for good measure, I pour in a good dollop of brandy before putting the pot in the oven.

Wonder if she’s out of the bathroom yet?

…. In the lounge, she’s there ahead of me, the two of them by the fire, Michael standing, still dressed; she naked, kneeling for him, his c**k in her mouth, his hand knotted into her hair….

You’re so beautiful….

You’re so beautiful…And so young….

Oh jeez, I am in love with you….

And you"ll be still young and lovely and full of life when I"m in a wheelchair….

…. I’m too old for you, Jade-Eyes….

…. or you’re too young for me….

…. Why couldn"t I have met you twenty years ago?

…. How do I keep you?

…. How do I keep you…?

…. do I keep you…?I watch her, sucking on Michael’s c**k for the obvious sheer pleasure of doing so….

You’re enjoying that, Jade….

And you’re so beautiful….

And you’re so beautiful…And I watch them….

He’s not bad either. It’s not hard to see why she’s attracted….

They make a handsome couple….

…. Michael….

…. Michael….

…. ….What do I mean by that?

I try to sort through my quagmire of cluttered thoughts.

…. I need to think this one through….

Neither has noticed me yet, and I take an armchair, watching them as I sip my wine.

She’s doing a good job on him. His breathing is slow and heavy, his head tipped back as she worships his c**k, tracing her tongue around the ridge of the head, tasting him….

…. her technique’s improved since we first met…. when she was all enthusiasm and no technique…

…. I wonder who she’s been with….? She’s learned quite a bit in the last few weeks….

…. Another student I suppose….

Michael breaks away from her. “It’s wonderful,” he says, stooping to kiss her hair. “But I don’t want to blow off in five minutes. We have all evening.”

And she sees me, watching her….

…. watching them….

She turns, dropping to the floor, stretching out on the fur, the golden light of the fire bathing her, turning her skin to amber, her red hair to a flame….

Michael drops to sit beside her, his fingers rippling up the skin of her back, at first sensually, then I see him change, morphing to professional mode, the masseur….

“You’ve been spending too much time on a computer,” he says. “Your shoulder muscles are knotted. Lie on your front. Let me work them out for you.”

She looks piqued, but obeys, lying on her stomach as he swings a leg over to straddle her. “I’ll do this properly later,” he says, “but I need you on a bed for that. For now, I’ll just work on those muscle kinks.”

He works at her, fingers, thumbs and the heel of his hands digging into her shoulders and spine. She inhales sharply, wincing.

“Serves you right,” he says. “If you have poor posture or a bad position at your desk, this is the result. Have you got a proper office chair and desk? Your computer at the correct height?”

“I’ve been making do a bit,” she says. “I wanted the money to stretch out.”

She’s short of cash?

How the hell’s that happened? She should have plenty in the bank….

Michael’s expression says it all….

…. He’s not happy about that….

…. He swings over and away, slapping her ass as he does so, then flipping her onto her back to kneel beside her.

She looks at me, then Michael, then back to me. Lying back, arching and stretching as she holds first my gaze, then his, she displays herself. Cupping her breasts, tweaking at her crinkling n*****s, she performs for us.

Lying back, thighs slightly akimbo, her invitation obvious, she gazes up at Michael.

He smiles, unbuttoning shirt and cuffs. As he undresses for her, stripping off his shirt, unbelting and shrugging off his pants, I try to look at him as a woman might see him. For all that he is my friend of years, I have never really looked at him before. Indeed, given the ways in which we have enjoyed our time together, I have almost made a point of not looking. But now, with the idea stirring within me….

lookednot…. I try to see him from the female point of view….

Beyond doubt, he’s attractive. Any woman is going to look twice. Broad shouldered and well built, with his blond, blue-eyed good looks and his easy, winning manner, he’s got obvious appeal. Not that I didn’t already know that. Between us, we’ve f****d our way through the clubs for years, but I’ve never thought about it consciously before….

…. but now, I do….

What does she think of him…?

…. he’s already in love with her….

He’s kneeling between her legs, kissing her stomach and t**s. It’s obviously working well for her because she’s flushing up, gleaming with sweat, inviting him closer and in….

She looks across, sees me watching, and smiles as Michael covers her, probing her cunt with his c**k, teasing her….

Yeah… she likes him….

But is that as far as it goes….?

…. right now, probably yes. He’s a good f**k….

…. but given time….

Her desire is becoming urgent. She wants him inside her….

She’s murmuring something to him. I can’t pick out what she’s saying, but he smiles, pushing a little harder at her entrance, still teasing, not entering her….

And now I hear her words….

“Please, Michael. Please.”

He’s working her, kissing her softly, his c**k flirting with her p***y….

They never talk of p***y-teasers, do they…. only c**k-teasers….

lol!

Her breath is shuddering and breaking. She tries to raise her hips, to take him inside herself….

takeShe can’t win that one. He’s way too strong for her….

He grins a white-toothed smile at her, resisting her, then allows her a single thrust, plunging into her once, then withdrawing….

He knows how to play her….

And now, he pulls out and away, tugging her upwards, lifting and turning her to face me, then dropping her, still on her knees, at my feet….

She stares up at me, pale-skinned, green-eyed, red-haired, naked, kneeling and beautiful….

And, lips parting, she smiles up at me….

Oh, f**k….

I stroke her face, cupping her chin in my hands….

I’ve got to get these pants off before I strangle something….

She saves me the trouble. Leaning forward, she unbelts and unzips me, releases my c**k….

…. and laps at it with her tongue. Michael is close behind her, arms reaching around to cup her t**s, his shaft I think pressed to her rear.

And now, her enters her; slamming in hard. Even with her mouth full, he screeches as he penetrates, her nails biting into my thighs as, all the while, she sucks at my c**k, tonguing the head….

Michael reaches around to play with her c**t, tormenting her sweet spot as he slowly f***s her. Leaning over, I inhale her, her sweet perfume heavy with s*x and lust and arousal.

Nuzzling her neck and hair, entranced, I revel in the taste of her, the sound of her as she moans her growing arousal, the feel of her warm mouth over my hardness. I wallow in her, with my head and heart and c**k and senses.

Whatever Michael’s doing to her below, it’s working. Repeatedly she quivers and bucks, a frisson running through her skin which makes her warm lips tremble over me….

Naked, kneeling, my c**k in her mouth, she’s a vision right out of all my fantasies.

My Green-Eyes….

My Jade….

I’m flowing now, and she looks to be enjoying it, lapping away me, occasionally breaking off to lick her lips clean. She’s having trouble keeping her mouth around me because, with Michael’s rhythm, she’s rocking and swaying ….

…. he’s getting close, pounding her hard…. dripping with sweat…. his teeth gritted, lips curled back a little….

…. and he groans and presses forward into her, hips rotating as he comes….

…. but he’s still working her….

…. kneeling upright, still inside her, still panting in the aftermath of climax, he’s fingering at her c**t….

…. she’s losing her concentration, not sucking at me now, but it doesn’t matter. Watching her on the build-up to orgasm is enough to have my c**k throbbing and ready….

And she comes….

And as she does, Michael pulls her to kneel upright to face me, supporting her at the waist with one hand, still between her legs with the other. He’s leaning around her to see her face as she orgasms, partly watching her, partly exchanging glances with me as he displays her, and she wails and hollers and shudders….

As she descends again, she looks at me, still panting, hips twitching, glory in her eyes. Then Michael, tugging back at her, spins her about, pulling back down on all fours to give me her p***y.

She’s slick and swollen and red, her entrance and thighs gleaming with a mixture of her own juices and Michael’s c*m. And as I as I drop to my knees, plunging into her, I can feel that she’s still not quite out of climax, her cunt still pulsing, clutching at me.

She’s hot and wet and utterly delicious…. and I’m already there…. In less than a minute, I feel the on-coming Rush, and I pull her hard to me at the hips, pressing in tight as I spill into her, my mind fragmenting as I come….

there…. before, sated, I drop down atop her, resting my head on her shoulders.

Wow….

Six weeks was it….?

…. Wonder how long it’ll take me to re-charge….?

“Thank you, Charlotte,” I whisper, before rolling away to lie on the rug, panting at the ceiling….

She drops down beside me. I reach out, stroke her arm, Michael lying close by. Speech seems unnecessary….

And together, in the flicker of the flames, the three of us drift in the hinterland of orgasm….

Could it work…?

…. Really work?

…. It’s unconventional….

…. But where did convention get me….?

…. divorced and alone….

…. and lonely….

I look across at the two of them, trying not to be obvious about it….

Am I dreaming…? Being ridiculous to even think about it….?

Michael notices me looking, meets my eye, frowning in question….

I shake my head….

…. Not now….

…. Not yet….

He looks puzzled, shaking his head slightly, then looks away again, turning his attention to Charlotte, something close to worship in his eyes as he watches her….

…. Might she go for it…?

…. she’s young, beautiful, intelligent…. she could take her pick….

…. but she came back….

…. but she ….…. and she calls me Master….

The scent of cooking drifts past….

Fuck!

“The casserole!” I dash through to the kitchen, to find that our dinner is perfectly cooked and ready to serve, bubbling and savoury, the pot hissing and shooting steam.

…. Better put some clothes on before I handle that….

As I return to the lounge, Michael tosses me a bathrobe, casting a glance down. “Some things are better not loose near flames,” he says drily.

*****

The casserole has turned out well and the mood is amiable as we sit to eat.

…. Why’s she short of money…?

…. Or is she just very careful…?

“So why the train station, Charlotte?” I ask. “Don’t misunderstand. We’re both very happy to collect you, but, no car yet?”

She shrugs. “Oh, I’d like one but I’m trying to be sensible with my money and a car is something I just can’t afford right now. I’m fine on the train.”

… She should easily be able to afford it….

…. Is it rude of me to ask…?

…. f**k it…. I want to know…. I need to get inside her head….

“Er, well, I have a pretty good idea of how much you earned with your, um, adventures….” I say, “…. with us a few weeks ago. I know how much I paid for you and how much the other guys contributed afterwards. Surely you must have plenty in the bank? You’re not dressing extravagantly, or wearing expensive jewellery. Where’s your money going?”

She blushes. “I know you paid a lot of money for me, Master, but of course, the auction house took fifty percent and I’ve had to pay out for digs and tenants deposit and everything. And that’s before I’ve bought textbooks and other stuff…”

Michael all but chokes on his food “Fifty per-cent?” he demands. “After what you did? Selling your own virginity?”

…. I showed you the contract…. didn’t you read it…?

…. Even at fifty-per-cent, there should be plenty of money left….

…. Where has it gone...?

…. Don’t upset her…. Play it cool….

I make a show of chewing my food, swallowing, scooping up another forkful…. “I’m sorry, Charlotte. Yes, I did know that when I bid for you, but I’d forgotten. How long do you think your money will last?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I just have to be careful with what I spend.” She looks away.…

…. You’re lying to me, Green-Eyes…

…. don’t make a habit of it….

“Where are we going to go tomorrow, Master? Somewhere exciting?”

…. Mmmm…. not a very subtle change of subject.

Michael meets my eye, flashes a sceptical eyebrow at me…

“I thought we might go walking,” I say. “The countryside around here is beautiful, and there’s a circular trail around the lake.”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely.”

“That’s agreed then. I’ll make up some packs and we can enjoy the Great Outdoors.”

*****