Chapter 4: Harry, Becky and Chelsea Too.
Harry was squeezed between the two hottest vampires ever on the back seat. For any red-blooded guy that would have been enough, but the fact that Becky was in effect his mistress made it such a turn-on that his overwhelming excitement had made him freeze-up.
"Do you like Chelsea?" Becky asked.
Harry's brain immediately thought football, but then he realised what the question was. "Yes, yes, she's lovely," he stuttered.
"I like you too, don't I Chels?"
Becky twisted herself round to face Harry and threw her stocking-covered leg over Harry's, forcing his legs apart. She indicated to Chelsea to do the same, and then she leaned over right in front of Harry and pulled Chelsea in for the deepest kiss. The taxi swerved slightly as the driver had to quickly take his eyes away from his rear-view mirror!
"You like Harry, don't you, Chels? Show me how much you like him!"
Chelsea pulled Harry's face around and gave him the most enormous kiss. It was the first time she had kissed a guy and it felt amazing! It was a harder and more urgent type of kiss, and his stubble pricked her face, but she could tell that he fancied her like mad! Next time the driver looked up Harry was looking very flushed with two huge lipstick marks on his cheeks and the sexy vampires resting on his shoulders. What the driver couldn't see was two hands tormenting his passenger's throbbing cock that they had pulled from his pants.
They piled out of the cab, the journey having seemed to have taken at least twice as long as it should have, and rushed into Harry's apartment. Harry's parents were loaded and had set him up with this lovely pad that overlooked the river. Becky had spent several nights there and once the door was closed asked Harry if he still had 'all the stuff'. He nodded sheepishly and came back with a large and heavy looking box.
"I presume Tiff's not found that yet."
"No, Becky," Harry replied looking down.
"Just as well. Aren't you worried about her?"
"No Becky, she's at her flat sulking and texted me to say she is going to see her parents tomorrow to tell them what a jerk I am."
"Well, she couldn't be more wrong, could she? She's the jerk and you're the luckiest guy in the world."
"Yes, Becky. I am."
"You don't sound like you are." Chelsea said.
"Harry, I permit you to talk freely until I say otherwise." Becky said. Harry looked up at Chelsea.
"I think you are possibly the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he said with so much feeling it caused Chelsea to freeze and have a pain in her chest.
"Mmm! Careful Harry!" Becky warned, jokingly! "What about me?"
"How could I not love you, my beautiful Bossy Becky, but there is something about Chelsea, something I can't put my finger on."
"Hey Chels, let him put his finger on it." Becky laughed.
Chelsea wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him passionately. She loved his manly mouth, the prickle of his stubble. Using her free hand, she placed his hand on her thigh under her skirt and moved it up slowly until it was resting on her cock. Hard, hot and soaking wet, obscenely stretching her tight satin thong. Harry visibly shook. When she released him from her embrace, he stuttered: "Oh wow! O.M.G. You are more than perfect. I had no idea!"
"See how good Becky is to you baby. Now you take off all your clothes and keep standing there. Chels wants to see what you've got to offer, don't you Chels?" Becky turned to Harry who was fumbling with his belt. "No, no, no! You know the routine! Socks first remember! Right, hold-on, just stop there."
Becky got her phone out and in record time started playing the iconic song "the stripper" from Spotify.
"OK, Harry babe, now make it sexy, sexy, sexy OK? Chels, you can help him!"
Chelsea was spellbound as Harry began to sway to the music. He slid the tuxedo off one shoulder, then the other, turning around to offer it to Chelsea who pulled it off his arms and quickly deposited it on a chair, not wanting to miss anything. He loosened his bow tie and pulled it over his collar, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt in time to the music. He performed the same routine as with the jacket and Chelsea gathered it up.