(Yes I know the difference between desert and dessert, again)
*Fire and water are opposites but together they build islands*
(Chelsea and Kyle)
Kyle had driven them to one of the nicest places on the lake front. Chelsea kept looking quizzically at Kyle then back again wondered how far they were going. Finally they pulled up a gravel driveway and headed off into the forest and she became really curious.
"Nice place," Chelsea joked.
"Dad's a real outdoorsman and he likes the rustic feel," Kyle answered. Only when they came around a corner of woods and rocks did Chelsea see the 'lodge'.
"How much of that is yours?" Chelsea wondered.
"All of it; didn't I tell you he was big in real estate," Kyle said. Chelsea was almost speechless.
"Oh, does this place have a staff," she weakly joked. "This place seems awful big for the two of us."
"Well, that is sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. My family is here for the weekend," Kyle admitted.
"Family?" gasped Chelsea.
"Yeah; Mom knows all about you – us. Dad thinks you're a PA at an insurance office. He's a bit of a snob so I didn't want to put you on the spot this early with us."
"Kyle, it is your fucking family! Don't you think you should have asked me about this instead of springing this on me?" Chelsea rounded on him angrily.
"I was afraid if you knew you would say no," he said softly.
"The hell Yes I would have said No, Kyle. It is your damn family and they are rich and I'm not and they are going to think I'm some sort of whore. Damn it, this is a stupid idea," Chelsea shouted.
"Trust me Chelsea, you'll do fine. If you impress them as much as you've impressed me, you will do fine."
"Kyle, they are all going to think I'm your fuck-bunny," Chelsea groused.
"You and I know differently Chelsea. The rest doesn't matter," Kyle responded.
"And if your dad tells you to dump me; what then?" Chelsea accused him.
"I do fine on my own, that's what," Kyle shot back. "Chelsea how often how do I have to tell you that mean the world to me? I wouldn't ask you to do anything I didn't believe you can do."
"Well, I guess it is too late, but if you think you are getting anything tonight you are so mistaken," Chelsea grumbled.
"Well, that sucks," Kyle confessed. "Does this mean an afternoon session is out of the question?"
"Don't press it," Chelsea snapped. "I will hurt you." They passed the last moments in silence. When they got there Kyle got their baggage out, Chelsea insisted taking her own, and he led her indoors.
"Kyle," called out a short, slender woman with a few streaks of grey in her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Chelsea," she added. She hugged each one in turn which kind of freaked Chelsea out.
"Kyle, go out and see your Father, Tony, and Dorothy," the lady said. "Hi Chelsea, I'm Ellie. Why don't you help me get some drinks?" Kyle stole Chelsea a look but Ellie shooed him away.
"Chelsea, you are very lovely. Let's get some gin and tonics and whisky sours for the others. Kyle's Father is Simon, his older sister is Dorothy, and her fiancé is Tony," Ellie grinned.
"I'm Chelsea and there is just me," Chelsea shrugged.
"Kyle says you have a good friend called Rose," Ellie commented.
"Oh, what else has he said about me?" Chelsea hazard to say.
"He says you and your friend are exotic dancers, you are quite good, and that he's pretty crazy about you," Ellie smiled.
"He says that does he?" Chelsea said curiously.
"Well, I made up the 'crazy about you' part, but you should see the way he talks to me about you. It is good to see him interested in a girl once again," Ellie answered.
"Um ... it does seem to have been a while since he took a girl out," Chelsea grinned.
"Oh, he hasn't been out on more than two dates with a girl since his senior in high school," Ellie informed her.
"They break up went they went to college," Chelsea guessed. Ellie bit her lip.
"They had dated since the tenth grad and right before senior prom she died in an auto-wreck. Sarah was driving; Kyle was thrown clear of the accident and only got a few scratches. He held her while she died. I imagine he should have been the one to tell you about that, but I wanted to know that he really likes you so that means I really like you too."
"Umm ... thanks," Chelsea murmured. This was clearly a lot to digest but it explained a great deal about Kyle. Like her he was a damaged. It also explained why he knew so little about women but was as good looking as he was. The thing was his mother was really happy to see her and career be damned. She'd never thought about what it was to make another person happy.
It also made her wonder about Rose and what she might mean to Rose, and Rose to her. Ellie handed her one small tray while she took another. The fact that she was serving drinks at her new ... boyfriend's place was not lost on her. Kyle's Father came across as a hard-ass, a stockier version of Kyle. His Sister was in law school and looked like Ellie but with Kyle's lighter coloring. Tony looked ... well ... kind of sleazy, but then he turned out to be an entertainment agent and one who couldn't keep his eyes to himself.
Chelsea was able to deflect questions about her career with a bit of judicious help from Kyle and Ellie. The Father made little comments about Chelsea's breast size and that was something that Kyle took personally. The two men locked horns and everyone grew silent. Ellie finally intervened but Chelsea swore she saw a smile on the old man's face as Chelsea led Kyle away.
After dinner Chelsea commented on it to Ellie, not wanting to cause friction.
"Oh, Simon is always pushing Kyle. It is good to see my son fight back for a change," Ellie smiled.
"I don't want to be stepping into the middle of anything," Chelsea said.
"Well, if you like Kyle, you need to get used to dealing with Simon. My husband is difficult, but he's basically a decent man. More to the issue, I think Kyle is a good man. I think you will find him worth your time," Ellie suggested.
"I'll certainly give it some thought. I'm less angry with him now than I was when I got here," Chelsea offered.
"Huh?"
"Oh, Kyle sort of failed to mention I was meeting his family until we were in the driveway," Chelsea informed her. Ellie face-palmed and groaned.
"Really, I guarantee he is normally smarter than that," Ellie grinned weakly. Chelsea giggled.
"Oh, that would explain you two having separate rooms?" Ellie inquired.
"Yes, but I'm thinking about forgiving him," Chelsea allowed.
"Well Chelsea, whatever makes you happy, but if you ask me he deserves a night alone for what he pulled today," Kyle's mother said. Chelsea decided she liked Ellie right then. Of course, if she kept Kyle's father in line, she probably needed some vigor and backbone and that was worth its weight in gold.
(Morning)
Chelsea took a perverse pleasure in crawling into bed and hovering over Kyle when he woke up. His eyes went from her eyes to down to her dangling cleavage.
"Whoa," he mumbled coming to wakefulness.
"Good morning, Kyle," Chelsea purred.
"What have I done wrong?" he asked.
"What makes you think you've done something wrong?" she smiled.
"So I've done something right?" Kyle said hopefully.
"No, I'm still pissed with you for deceiving me to come out here, so I've decided to torture you before putting on my tank top and short shorts before everyone else sees it," she grinned evilly, "but I want you to remember me just like this ... hovering over you ... in your bed."
"I apologize," Kyle offered cautiously. Chelsea turned around and wiggled her ass in his face before looking over her shoulder at his agonized soul and giggling.
"Maybe ... around midday I'll consider it," she snickered at him. Kyle pulled the spare pillow over his face and groaned.
For Chelsea it was something she never experienced before. Sure exuding sensuality while denying sex was her job, but to do it on a personal level was exciting. She could taunt Kyle and still be sure he would be there – a repeat customer with benefits. Only when she got downstairs to help with breakfast did it occur to her that her idea of breakfast attire was a little less than everyone else expected?
It was soon clear that Dorothy had developed a sudden dislike for her. Even Ellie seemed a bit surprised. Tony was leering and even Simon was peeking at her goodies. At least Kyle came down and cuddled right up to her.
"So, surprised to see you two up so early," winked Tony to both Kyle and Chelsea. Chelsea felt embarrassed for Kyle but Kyle took it in a non-plus manner.
"Oh, Chelsea and I don't share the same bedroom Tony. We aren't engaged after all," he said before sipping his coffee. He didn't even bother to meet Tony's gaze but Chelsea resisted the impulse to hug him to her.
"Yes," Ellie added, "they have only started dating a month ago."
No one said anything for the longest time then,
"Sorry we had the wrong impression of you, Chelsea," Dorothy apologized.
"No problem Dorothy," Chelsea responded. She didn't bother asking what Dorothy thought she was before apologizing.
What Dorothy thought of her wasn't helped by the bathing suit Chelsea chose to wear. It was meant to excite Kyle but it had that effect on all the men there. She found herself talking with Ellie and Dorothy a lot which made her feel a bit out of her element. They talked about people she didn't know, but Ellie reminded her of who they were. What soon occurred to her was the people she mentioned she did know – professionally.
It was stunning how many men 'stepped out' on their wives on a regular basis. That these were regular men with normal professions, wives, and children weren't something she'd ever bothered with, but this was the other side of their lives. It became a game between her and Ellie when talking about men she 'knew'; something Dorothy was kept in the dark about. Again she found herself becoming closer with Ellie.
After lunch Simon and Tony went boating on the lake. Kyle would have gone along but Chelsea flagged him down before he joined them. Ellie and Dorothy went to the store for some last minute stuff for the evening's cook out, leaving them alone in the house. Kyle approached Chelsea on the deck and wrapped her in an embrace from behind. Chelsea wiggled her butt against him.
"Something on your mind?" she asked.
"You've been driving me crazy since this morning and I was wondering how much longer I will have to suffer."
"What says you are going to get anything this weekend?" she taunted. He tightened his hug about her.
"You are right; I shouldn't expect anything from you. It is just that you are driving me crazy with your expert teasing and your fantastic body. I can't help what I wish for," he confessed. Chelsea reached back and stroked his head behind her.
"So you are good for being sexless all weekend?" she asked. He kissed her on the neck.
"Of course, Chelsea," he murmured as he kissed her neck again and again. She titled her head to give him greater access. When he found that special spot, she held his head there.
"Maybe tonight," she suggested.
"Whatever you want," he said. They were still holding each other on the deck when the others returned.
