Pleasure Island, Chapters 25 – 27

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Chapter 25Chelsea: Meeting Christian’s FamilyWhen we arrived in Orlando, I felt nervous. Christian’s mom had his car. She was picking us up from the airport. I kept checking myself out every time we passed by a window. He chuckled, “Stop stressing. You look fine.”I smiled, “Do I?”He nodded and kissed my lips, “Now let’s go get our bags.”When we got our bags and passed through customs, we walked outside and saw his mom looking fabulous. She was dressed in the latest fashions, a pair of skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder white top, gladiator sandals, large hooped earrings, and hair pulled back into a single braided ponytail. She greeted him with a hug. “Welcome back hijo,” she said as she looked at me smiling. “Is this Chelsea?”I nodded. He introduced us, “Yes, Mom, this is Chelsea. Chelsea, meet my mom, Xiomara.”“Nice to meet you,” I said. I went to shake her hand but she pulled me in for a hug and a kiss.It was a good sign. She was welcoming. Christian opened the door for us. I offered her the front seat but she declined, “No mami, you sit up front with your man.”He had a nice SUV. An Aviator in black. I sat back relaxing to the sound of salsa, Marc Anthony as he drove. She asked me a lot of questions as we drove her back to her house.When we arrived, we headed inside. I met his father, his brother, and two younger sisters. It was amazing how his family had a range of hues from deep mahogany to almost white. His dad was dark like me. His mother looked white and his sisters were both a cocoa brown color and he and his brother were that café con leche color.His father shook my hand, “Do you speak Spanish?” he asked me.“Well, Christian has been teaching some stuff.”“Good. Good. In this house, we speak mostly Spanish. Spanglish too,” he laughed, “I’m making some sancocho, It’s a soup. Very tasty. You two will stay and eat.”“Of course.”I was feeling at home. One Anadolu Yakası Escort of his sisters, the oldest of the two said, “I follow you on Instagram. You deleted one of your accounts.”“Yeah. I went off the grid for a while. I mostly post on the other. It’s where I have all my brand deals.”“You can help me do my makeup for prom?”“Of course.”We sat talking. I heard his mom say that she thought I was sweet. My heart melted. Later that day, we sat at the table and had soup.I learned that his oldest brother Noel was getting married in six months. He and his girlfriend were expecting a child.His father Carlos owned his own lawncare business. His mother was a teacher. His little sister Lili was graduating soon and off to college to study engineering, and the baby of the family April was in the ninth grade.After we finished at his parent’s house, we headed to his house. As he drove he looked over at me and chuckled, “You can finally breathe. My family loves you.”I smiled, “I love them too.”We made it to his grand house. “Wow, you stay here alone?”“Yeah, for the most part.” He pulled into the three-car garage and parked next to his sedan a nice Hyundai Sonata.”He took the bags out of the trunk, “Here we are mami, home sweet home.” When he opened the door that led to the laundry room and later the kitchen I looked around and saw there wasn’t a lot of anything.“Did you just move in?”“Yeah, I bought it before I went to the island. I had to jump on it while the market was hot. Years from now, you won’t be able to get a house like this for under 600k. I bought it for half that.”“It’s beautiful.”“And to think, I almost postponed my trip to the island this year but my abuela told me I needed to get away. That I would find what my heart was searching for.”I smiled.“Make yourself at home. Look around. I do have a bed,” he said Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan as he kissed my mouth.I laughed “I bet you do. Now all you need is a living room set, a dining table, some pictures for these naked walls, some house plants, curtains, and a whole lot more.”He laughed, “Well, now that I have you, you can help me.”“I can.”“You know what, you can explore the house later. Let’s go to bed. I’m going to enjoy having you all to myself.”And he did have me to himself in his bedroom in a king-sized bed. Our lips touched and our tongues danced as he worked my middle. “Yes, papi, si, me gusta.”He laid it on thick. My body trembled and I grunted as that orgasm hit. He took my nipple into his mouth and suckled. Sweet kisses. I was his and he was mine. It felt right. After he spilled his DNA inside of me, he looked into my eyes and asked, “Am I enough for you?”I nodded, “Of course.”“I love you, Chelsea.”I was stunned. He smiled, “You don’t have to say it yet. Say it when you’re ready.”*******Chapter 26Ashton: Still Up to ShenanigansSaturday morning. I was at home pacing the living room. Chelsea was on her way to Orlando. I couldn’t believe it when Lisa said that Chelsea was contemplating moving in with this dude for good. It took forever for me to convince her to move in together and after only a couple of weeks, she was thinking about going to this dude’s crib to play house.I was convinced that she was just doing this shit to get a reaction out of me. I had stopped sleeping with other women. I had not been with anyone since that shit popped off with Elise. I needed my girl. This dude wanted me to challenge me, ha, I had years of experience with Chelsea. He had two weeks. This was a game he’d lose miserably.I grabbed my phone and sent him a message on Facebook, “Bro, I know you think you got Chelsea but Escort Anadolu Yakası trust me her heart belongs to me.”I saw that he read the message. He didn’t respond. I sent another message, “Chelsea is my girl. I’m coming for what belongs to me.”He read it and didn’t respond. I sent another message, “I know your bitch ass see these messages. What you too afraid to respond?”Then he blocked me. I tossed my phone on the sofa and yelled, “Arrggggh, fuck.”*******That night, I went club hopping. I drank. I tried to find my soul at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. It was late. The bartender took my keys. He was tripping. I called Lisa to come to get me. After she fussed at me for a few minutes, she came.I was sitting on the curb. She helped me into her ride and later drove off. I sat in her car miserable. I felt sick and not from all the alcohol. Just sick. I complained the whole drive to my apartment. When we got there, I realized I forgot to get my keys from the bartender.By the time we went back, the place was already closed. Lisa was noticeably angry that she had to take me to her place for the night.“You got me out here in my pajamas and a damn bonnet trying to help you. You need to get your shit together.”“I’m sorry, Lisa. Look at me. I’m sorry.” I fought back tears. She finally took pity on me. She handed me some tissues. I blew my nose.“Look, I have company. Two of my friends are visiting from Mississippi. Please behave yourself and don’t come into my house with no noise, whining, cussing, or complaining.”“I just need to sleep. Promise I’ll behave.”We ended up at her house. I had been there before with Chelsea a few times so I was familiar with the floor plan, “Where do you want me to sleep?” I asked.“The rooms are taken. Sleep on the couch. I’ll bring you a blanket.”I took off my shoes, and shirt and laid back. She returned and handed me a light blanket and a fluffy pillow, “Thanks, Lisa.”“Um-hm,” she replied before marching off.I closed my eyes and it felt like I instantly was transported to another realm. I was having the craziest dream about me and Chelsea getting down like how we used to. The period when she stopped being timid and started allowing me to do more freaky shit to her.

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