Author’s Note: My deepest, most sincere appreciation goes out to Whispersecret and Tinman for taking the time to edit and critique my story. Without their help, "The Soiree" would not have made it to Literotica in its present form. I also want to thank my boyfriend for being so kind and understanding all those times I told him I’d rather write than go out with him – it was nothing personal. I hope you enjoy reading "The Soiree" and please email me with your comments. CN
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Kayla wanted to cancel the party that was scheduled for Friday night. She’d been forced to work overtime all week long because two of her coworkers were out sick with the flu and she just didn’t feel like dealing with a bunch of people. Nevertheless, her fiancé Brad would not listen to her protests. He insisted that the party go on as planned.
That’s why, at quarter after five on Friday, Kayla found herself rushing through the grocery store grabbing whatever she could find that would be quick and easy to fix. There would be no crab puffs or any of the other elegant hors d’oeuvres she usually made when she had plenty of time; everyone would just have to make do with simple snacks. As Kayla placed her purchases on the conveyor at the check out, a pouch of bite-sized carrots fell from her hands onto the floor.
"Damn it," she snapped, trying to maneuver the cart out of the narrow aisle so she could reach the wayward bag.
"Here, let me get that," a familiar voice said.
Kayla looked up to see Brad’s cousin Dave reaching for the carrots. Flashing her a grin, he deftly scooped them up and tossed them onto the conveyor. Kayla returned Dave’s smile, admiring the sexy little cleft in his chin and the tiny gap between his front teeth.
Kayla had always been attracted to Dave, in spite of the fact that he was her fiancé’s cousin. Back in college, when Kayla and Dave had first met, a casual flirtation had developed between them, but it had never amounted to anything. Kayla’s parents had been dead-set against their daughter getting involved with Dave because he was a guitar player in a rock-and-roll band, and the black sheep of his family to boot. They had done everything they could to discourage Kayla from associating with him until she had finally caved in – like always – and accepted an invitation from Brad, instead. At the time, Kayla thought going to dinner at the country club with Brad seemed a better alternative than hanging out in a nightclub watching Dave’s band perform because it kept her parents off her back. There were times now though when she had second thoughts. Who knew what might have happened if she’d defied her parents and chosen differently?
Dave brushed a lock of his long, honey-colored hair away from his aquamarine eyes and asked, "Are those carrots for tonight’s party?"
Caught daydreaming, Kayla blushed. She had allowed herself to be distracted by the sensual contours of Dave’s mouth and the strong lines of his handsome face. "Uh, yeah," she stammered. "Pickings are going to be unusually slim. I’ve been really busy all week and I haven’t had the time to prepare for our little soiree."
Kayla was glad Dave wasn’t telepathic, because she couldn’t seem to control her wayward thoughts; images of him making love to her had taken over her mind. Her fingers ached to explore his lean form, to caress every inch of it. She wanted him to enfold her in a passionate embrace and kiss her with his firm, full lips until she was left breathless. Her pulse raced as desire swelled within her, tightening her nipples and causing her pussy to tingle.
Stop it, Kayla told herself, you’re engaged to Brad. Sure, Dave is attractive, but you’ve made your decision and there’s no turning back now. What would Mom and Dad say if they knew you were still lusting after that "scruffy musician" they despise when you’re only months away from marrying Brad? You know image is everything with them – they’ve told you often enough.
Dave chuckled, interrupting Kayla’s thoughts. "You have such a way with words, Kay. Soiree’s a pretty fancy expression for a group of people sitting around listening to CDs and getting smashed."
"What do you expect? I was an English major before I switched to Business." Kayla took some money out of her purse and handed it to the cashier who finished ringing up the purchase. "So, what are you doing here anyway?"
"I stopped by to pick up beer on the way to your apartment. What else would I be doing on this side of town? Certainly not grocery shopping; you know I’m not the domestic type."
"Well, you may not be the domestic type, but if you were a gentleman you’d hurry up and get to the apartment so you can help me get ready for the party. Brad’s gone to the airport to pick up Todd; he’s flying in from Berkeley to visit until his next term at the university begins, and you know how those two are when they get together. There’s no telling how long it might take them to come home, so I’m going to need a hand getting ready before everyone else shows up."
"Well, sure, Kayla; I wouldn’t want to ruin your image of me as a knight in shining armor. Is there anything else you need me to do before I come over?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you can pick up some hot wings. That will save me some time. Okay?" Kayla accepted her change from the cashier and returned it to her purse.
"Yeah, no problem, I can do that; if you’re sure that’s all you need."
There is one more thing I need, Kayla thought, and then blushed again. Is my mind in the gutter today or what? Oh, well, maybe if Brad would stop holding out on me and give me a good, hard fucking I wouldn’t be so horny. It’s been over a month since the last time we did it. I should have waited until after the wedding to move in with him; he was more attentive when I wasn’t so accessible.
Kayla quickly put a stop to the direction her thoughts were heading. Things were a bit difficult between Brad and her at the moment but it wasn’t something that couldn’t be worked out. With a little wave, she said, "’Bye, Dave. See you in a little while," and pushed her cart toward the exit.
Dave watched Kayla walk away, staring appreciatively at her firm ass and the sexy way her hips swayed beneath her skirt as she moved out the door into the parking lot. He felt his cock stir in his pants. Down, boy, he thought, turning toward the aisle where the beer was located. She’s Brad’s woman; show some respect. But Dave’s cock was not in the mood to listen and Dave couldn’t seem to get the image of Kayla out of his mind.
As he left the store, Dave thought about his relationship with Kayla. She’d been a freshman at college while Brad and he were sophomores. She had started hanging out with them because one of her friends was dating one of their dorm-mates. From the moment they first met, Dave had fallen for Kayla. He was constantly flirting with her but the timing just never seemed right for him to really ask her out. When he finally did, he was too late – she’d already accepted an invitation from his cousin Brad.
Dave had thought about competing with Brad – he was certain he could win Kayla away from his cousin if he tried – but he stood to inherit a quarter of a million dollars from his grandparents when he reached the age of twenty-five and he didn’t want a stupid rivalry with his cousin to jeopardize that. Thanks to Dave’s mother’s scandalous behavior and Dave’s own illegitimacy, he was already on shaky ground where his grandparents were concerned, and Brad just happened to be their favorite grandson. So, Dave had decided to respect Kayla’s decision and not interfere, thereby protecting his future. Nevertheless, he thought it was a mistake for Kayla to date his cousin because they had absolutely nothing in common. Brad was totally wrong for her; Dave knew it, and so did everyone else – except Kayla and her parents, who seemed to think the Sun and the Moon and the Stars all revolved around Brad.
Dave also felt sorry for Kayla sometimes because he knew what a two-timer Brad was. Brad could never be satisfied in a monogamous relationship; he always had to have a string of women on the side. His latest conquest was Denise, the new temp at his office. Brad had boasted about the affair to Dave and some of their other buddies the last Sunday they’d all gotten together at Hooters to watch football. He’d said he’d been so busy in the past month fucking Denise that he hadn’t bothered to give Kayla any. Brad had even said he was going to invite Denise to the party under the guise of having her there as a date for his brother Todd.
Dave shook his head. The bastard had some kind of balls. And everyone thinks I’m no good, Dave thought, just because I’m in a band and I had a mother who liked to sleep around. Compared to my freaking cousin Brad, I’m a paragon of virtue. Well, okay, that’s not exactly true; but at least I know the difference between right and wrong.
How can Kayla not realize what’s going on? I can’t believe she lets him get away with that crap. If she were mine, I’d worship the ground she walks on.
Kayla was in the kitchen cutting celery sticks into strips when Dave finally arrived. He kicked at the door and shouted for her to open up because his hands were full. She quickly put down the knife and hurried to let him in.
Dave was carrying a twelve-pack of beer under his left arm, another twelve-pack in his left hand and balancing two large boxes, which oozed orange-tinted grease from their bottoms, on his right hand. Kayla took the boxes and carried them into the kitchen.
As Dave followed her through the luxurious apartment, he glanced somewhat enviously at the leather couch and matching chairs, expensive entertainment center and wide-screen television that filled the living room. Brad had allowed Kayla to redecorate when she moved in and Dave knew that it had cost them almost more than Dave made in a whole year. Compared to the apartment where Dave lived, Brad and Kayla’s place was a veritable palace.
Well, that’s what happens when you spend every single penny you have on guitars and stuff for the band, Dave thought. You don’t have money left over for leather couches and wide-screen TVs. You’ll have to get used to it, at least until Grandma and Grandpa come through with the trust fund.
