His hands were full. He pushed the swinging door to the kitchen open with his foot and went in. Just inside the door, he paused, and his left eyebrow arched up. Charlie was there, on the other side of the island, with her hands under the front of her shirt, squeezing and molding her breasts. As soon as he came in, she looked up, smiled, and quickly pulled her hands out from under her shirt.
"Sorry. I didn't know you were busy," Jimmy said.
He set the four empty wine glasses on the counter.
"Don't worry about it, Jimmy. I just had to fix a little pinching problem," she said.
She straightened her snug blouse over her short, black skirt, brushed back her dark brown hair, and held her arms out.
"What do you think?" she said.
He glanced at her and smiled. On the counter next to her was an empty whiskey tumbler, and she had a little bit of a drunken slur to her words.
"They look great," he said.
Charlie put her hands on her hips.
"But what?"
Jimmy opened the bottle of merlot and was just about to pour some into one of the glasses. He paused and looked at her.
"I'm sorry?"
She smirked.
"But what? You were going to say they look great for being fake."
He shook his head and chuckled, and poured a little merlot into each of the four empty glasses.
"I wasn't gonna say that," he said.
She put her hands over her breasts and squeezed.
"You don't have to. I can see it in your eyes. I see it in the eyes of every man when they look at them," she said.
She leaned on the counter with one hand, put her other hand on her hips and pushed her hip out. Jimmy put the cork back into the merlot bottle. He looked at the door, then back at Charlie.
"Jesus, Charlie. You're Frank Mercer's wife. I'd never say anything like that," he said.
This time, Charlie chuckled. Her nipples were hard and poked through her shirt. She flicked at one with her fingernail.
"Don't bullshit me, Jimmy. That's what they all say. Frank Mercer left his wife to marry a girl half his age. Well, Frank didn't have to pay for these. They're all mine."
Jimmy leaned against the counter, facing her, and sipped the wine. His lips pinched. Too sweet for him.
"I believe it. And they look fine, too. And I don't care if you are two years younger than me. But you're still the wife of my Dad's partner, and that means you're off limits."
She had that smirk on her lips again, and took one step closer.
"Let's go back to the part about how my boobs look fine. How fine?" she said in a softer voice.
Jimmy put the glass of wine on the counter. Maybe there was a beer in the fridge. He looked straight at her chest, then back up to her eyes.
"They do look fine," he said, and had a devilish grin on his face.
Charlie's eyes looked down, too, then back up to his face.
"I gotta tell ya, Jimmy. I've been noticing how you got a little extra where most guys don't show much," she said.
His eyes narrowed.
"What are you trying to tell me?" he said.
Her eyes were locked squarely onto his.
"I mean your cock, silly. You got a big one, don't you?"
He grinned. He was surprised to feel his face grow warm.
"Does that embarrass you?" she said.
He looked away.
"There isn't much that embarrasses me any more," he said.
Between his legs, his penis stiffened and pushed out the front of his neatly pleated slacks. Charlie's hand reached out and touched it, and her eyebrows arched up.
"You certainly don't need to be embarrassed about that," she said.
He watched her face. She knew exactly what she was doing. However, he could not stop thinking that she was the wife of his father's partner. And he should not be flirting with her in the kitchen of his parent's house, especially not on the night of his father's retirement party.
She smiled at him, too. Her big, brown eyes sparkled. His cock twitched and grew harder, stretching down the leg of his slacks under the warm caress of her hand.
He could not deny that he had been horny for her and her hot body since that day three years ago that he was introduced to her at the Club. He would have jumped her right there, just thrown her on Judge Feingold's table in the Men's Grill, right into his grilled chicken Ceasar salad, and started pounding her, if he wasn't standing with his father, shaking Frank Mercer's hand.
So was it any wonder that he made no move to get away when he had Mrs. Mercer's hand on his cock?
"You grew up in this house, didn't you?" she said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was asking about the weather.
"I did," Jimmy said.
Her fingers squeezed his cock, and he bit his lip to keep himself from groaning out loud.
"Tell me. Did you ever bring your girlfriend up to your room and, you know ... fuck her on your bed?" Charlie said.
"No. I never got a chance to do that."
She nodded. Her lower lip stuck out, like she was contemplating his answer.
"Would you like to show me your room?" she said.
"I'd love to show you my old room."
She picked up his glass of wine, drank the whole thing, and licked her lips.
"Let's go before my husband wonders where I am," she said.
Jimmy took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. He could only pray that they didn't run into anyone. Charlie's face was flushed and he had a huge hard on pushing out the front of his slacks. It would be pretty obvious what was going on between them.
The party was down the hall in the drawing room, and everyone was there. They snuck up the stairs and down that hall to his room. He opened the door and turned on the light. Charlie went in, looking around.
"I love your room," she said.
She looked at the posters of the cheerleaders that were still hanging on the walls, the video games and the computer, the books on the shelves, and the electric guitar in the corner that was only good for collecting dust. Mom had moved a few boxes of her sewing stuff in there, next to his old desk. Somehow, it just didn't feel like his old room any more.
He sat on the bed, and the springs squeaked. Charlie sat next to him.
"Did you ever kiss a girl in here?" she said.
Jimmy laughed.
"I don't think I ever even brought a girl home."
"That's so sad."
"Yeah. But I got plenty of action in my Dad's car," he said.
Charlie laughed, and covered her mouth with her hand. Jimmy took her hand away from her mouth, pulled her closer, and kissed her. She cried out and her eyes opened wide. Her voice was stifled in his mouth.
Her lips were soft and warm and tender. His blood surged in his veins and roared in his ears. It was like being a teenager all over again, and kissing a girl for the first time.
She put her hand on his knee and moved it up his thigh to rub his cock. If it wasn't hard before, it was as hard as a rock now.
He reached up and squeezed her breast. It was soft, but firm, and yielded under his fingers. He was delighted. She felt fantastic. He hated to admit that he believed they were fake.
His tongue was in her mouth and he was just about to slip his hand under her shirt when she pulled away from him with a loud smack of her lips.
"I think it's time I gave you a blowjob," she said.
She had a sly grin, and her mischievous eyes watched him as she slipped off the bed to the floor in front of him. Jimmy leaned back on the bed on his elbows. She pulled his legs apart and crawled between them. Her fingers unfastened the buckle of his belt with ease, as if she'd done it a thousand times.
Her head shook slowly, and her lower lip stuck out in a sad, pouty frown.
"Poor Frank. I love him. I swear to God I do. It's just that, well, he doesn't always satisfy me the way I need. You know what I mean? I mean, I need it hard, and I need it all the time. Not the way Frank does it to me. I need it with this."
She reached into his slacks and pulled out his huge, thick cock. Her eyes bulged. Her mouth dropped open. It stood straight up, staring down at her, like an evil serpent she had come to worship.
"Oh God. I need it bad," she said.
She grabbed the long, thick shaft with both hands, leaned forward, and sucked the fat head into her mouth. Jimmy closed his eyes and groaned. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked in her cheeks. It was too bad about Frank. He could almost feel sorry for him, if he hadn't spent his entire career trying to cheat Dad out of money. Somebody had to take care of Charlie's needs. He didn't mind if it had to be him.
Her head moved up and down. She was moaning, and her hands were pumping on his shaft. Her puffy, red lips were stretched around the shaft, but still her saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth and ran down the shaft and over her hands.
He brushed her silky brown hair away from her face. Her big, brown eyes blinked a couple of times and looked up into his eyes. It looked like she was trying to smile at him, but it was hard to tell the way her lips were stretched so wide.
The more she worked her head up and down, the more of his cock she took into her mouth. She was sucking on about half of its length. A few times, he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and make her gag, but she kept going, sucking even harder than before. He groaned. No woman had ever been able to take that much of him before.
