Author's Note: We have a new character introduced in this chapter. I hope you like her. She may stick around. She may not. What do you think? Let me know. So many hot times ahead for our friends.
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I couldn't stop counting down the days until our wedding. One month would skip by in a heartbeat. The drumbeat of time was impossible to miss, especially since the girls had hung up a large calendar in the kitchen, crossing off each day that passed with a dramatic red X. As one day turned to the next, I felt us marching toward something monumental, and each spin of the globe seemed to bring a new checkmark of closure for parts of our lives that seemed destined to remain in the past. As that closure came, all arrows seemed to be pointing to a new, even brighter future.
One of the biggest changes came as Rita finished her guest spot as a weather girl at KTLA. In her mind, it closed the door on work for her. Retirement was her ideal lifestyle. In her final week, she shared duties with Stephanie, who came back to her full-time gig after knee surgery to repair an injury sustained in a surfing accident. Stephanie, it turned out, was a stone-cold bombshell, which surprised me given her midwestern roots. She and Rita had hit it off immediately and, in a mysteriously playful way, Rita had teased introducing me to her. Or maybe I was letting my own, uncontrollable lust color her words.
We were three weeks away from the wedding. It would be a small ceremony on a private island off the coast of Belize, which had been arranged for us very generously by Petey through a Hollywood mogul who owed him a favor. He and Alix would attend, along with Juliet and Melanie and, of course, Jason, Crystal, and Bianka. We'd arrive on a Thursday, get married on Saturday, and stay another ten days as a kind of honeymoon. It would be an idyllic beginning to a new chapter in our lives. Of course, it wouldn't be legally binding, but the commitment and symbolism of the wedding held profound spiritual meaning to each of us. For Kat and Jess, it was the culmination of a long and winding road, a testament to the persistence of our love. For Rita, it would cement the uncanny, electric, and unbreakable bond that had welded us together so improbably. And, for Katie, it represented something she never dreamed possible, a fusion of intimacy she had never believed she could find.
It made me emotional to think about. We had built something that I had difficulty finding the appropriate words for. It was fun, intimate, and special. You could put whatever superlatives you wanted on it. None of them would do it justice. So I contented myself to take a page out of Lou Gehrig's book and consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
I felt especially lucky this Saturday. Kat, Jess, Rita, and Melanie had taken the kids to the farmer's market in Santa Monica to shop for a family dinner that night, which would include Jason, Crystal, and Bianka. Katie was at another voice lesson, which had now ramped up to three days a week. And I was comfortably ensconced on top of a massive Hastens mattress with my cock buried to the hilt inside Juliet Lawson. We were both in a sitting position, our legs overlapping, and I sucked languorously on her nipples as she slowly moved her hips back and forth.
"I can't believe how hard you are, John," Juliet said, her voice relaxed and easy.
"When you get this wet," I said, consciously feeling her juices pool around my cock and slide down my balls, "I just can't help myself."
I lifted my head, and we kissed. I had already eaten Juliet to two orgasms and fucked her to a third, but she hadn't broken a sweat. It was a decadent, slow morning sex session. We were in no hurry to finish, savoring it after ten days between our last coupling.
"Are you excited for the wedding?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Excited and relieved," I said. "I feel like we put it off too long. We should have done this a year ago. Two years ago. But I'm so, so excited for it."
"You're a lucky man," she said.
"That's maybe the one thing I'm fully aware of," I said.
"And that doesn't even count the fact that I let you fuck me," she teased.
"Okay, maybe there are two things I'm fully aware of," I said with a laugh.
We kissed again, and Juliet's breathing became shallower and more rapid again. She was going to cum a fourth time. I took a moment to appreciate the fact that I knew one of the world's most famous actors so intimately. She came, her body clinging to mine as she shook and groaned.
"Your turn," she said. "Your turn. I'm all done."
I grinned at her, and we pecked together pursed lips.
"I can probably arrange that," I said.
"You want me to bend over, don't you?" she said knowingly.
"And play with my balls," I said, the words lilting up slightly in interrogatory fashion.
"Anything you want as long as I get to feel that cum shoot inside me," she said.
"That's the whole point," I said, grabbing her ass and settling in behind her after she had gotten on all fours.
It didn't take long. Juliet stroked my balls gently, applying the barest hint of pressure, and I pistoned in and out of her pussy for two minutes. Her tightness and the squelching sound of her arousal made it impossible for me to last longer.
"Fuck me, Juliet, I'm cumming!" I cried out as my hips slammed into her one final time, and my sperm flooded her.
"Oh, yes!" she said, matching my enthusiasm. "There it is! God, I love feeling that hot rush!"
I held my cock inside her for a little longer as it softened, then relished seeing my cum pour out of her and down her thighs when I pulled out. Juliet rolled over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows, and flashed her movie star smile. It sent chills down my spine.
"I seriously needed that," she said. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me," I said with a chuckle.
"Stop," she said and rolled her eyes.
I laid down next to her, and we each turned on our sides to face one another. We were inches apart. I kissed her. She kissed me back. But I could sense she wanted to talk.
"What's on your mind?" I queried.
She looked surprised.
"Are you a psychic now?" she said, keeping up the playful banter.
"I think it's more flattering to think that I just know you this well," I said.
"You do," she said and gave me a quick peck on the lips again.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, I was just wondering what time it was," she said.
"Probably about eleven," I said. "You guys have plans today?"
"Just date night," Juliet said. "But sometime this afternoon Riley and Henry are stopping by."
"Oh really?" I said, my interest piqued.
"Yeah, Riley said they're looking for a new place," Juliet explained. "They want to lock it in before they go on tour."
"That makes sense," I said.
"They're interested in the place with the basketball court and double pools," she said.
"Wait," I said, realizing what she had told me. "That's two houses down."
"It is," she said.
"They're going to move," I stuttered briefly. "Here?"
"It presents some tantalizing possibilities, doesn't it?" Juliet said.
"Jesus, you bet it does," I said, unable to hide my enthusiasm.
"Do you see what we've done?" Juliet said with a vivacious laugh. "We're creating our own little swinging corner of the world!"
