Charles & Claire Ch. 24bySchuppinzigh©
When we all got back from dinner, on our way back to our room, Annie came up to me, and very quietly said, "Charles -- you know I expect you to be a gentleman tonight. I know how much you kids care for each other, but I think that this could be a good practice run, for when we're on tour."
"I understand Mom - you have my absolute word, nothing will happen, maybe a little kissing, but nothing beyond that OK, you know I consider my word to be a very strong contract in both faith and honor to all people. That king bed is huge, but if something starts to happen, I'll just move to the chair, all right?"
"All right, honey -- I had to convince Sarah that you'd be a gentleman to her girls. I also have to say, she felt a little disappointed, that you picked Claire and Kallie to sleep with. She had just a little too much to drink at dinner, and she said to me that she wished she could've had a son... after Claire."
"That's very nice of her, Mom. After I get ready for bed, can I come in and give you both a goodnight kiss?" I asked.
"That'd be nice dear, I'll tell her to put on a bra for you this time?" she giggled.
"She told you about that? I may have to adjust what I think I can tell her in private?"
"She even told me about the whopper kiss she gave you outside in Cleveland?"
"Ohh, I'm sorry -- she said she wanted to 'thank me' and that was her way of doing it." I was blushing, big time now.
"I'm more jealous of her, then I'm worried for you. What would Freud say to that, Buster?" mom smirked.
"That you have latent maternal/sexual feelings for your own son?" I winked at her.
She slapped me on the chest, and said, "You're so full of ... ca-ca, young man."
"If I am, then so are you, but isn't that what makes a dysfunctional family successful - neuroses, latent sexual desire... and being full of ca-ca?"
That made her laugh, as she said, "Go get changed, honey -- I'll tell Sarah to expect you in our bedroom. That could motivate her, you know?"
I rolled my eyes and said, "See you in a minute, Mommy."
She giggled, and waved goodbye.
I got ready for bed, putting on sweats, and a t-shirt. I told the girls I'd be right back, and I went to the other bedroom where Mom and Sarah were. I knocked, and heard an "enter," so I proceeded to walk into their sleeping area.
Mom was under her covers and yawning, while Sarah was bending over, turning down her bed. I took a quick glance at her butt, quickly looking away, seeing Mom watching me. I may have blushed for a split second.
Sarah turned around, and crawled into her bed, saying, "Charles -- You got me in trouble with my daughter, when you called me, Mrs. Robinson?"
"Really, Sarah -- well, that was my point, 'What's good for the goose, is good for the gander,' my dear. I don't remember clearly the movie, The Graduate, I remember that Dustin Hoffman was in it, but the actress playing Mrs. Robinson escapes me."
"Anne Bancroft, dear," Annie said from the other bed.
"What was it about?" I asked.
Sarah explained, "A young man, played by Dustin Hoffman, was trapped into an illicit sexual affair with Anne Bancroft, who was the wife of his fathers business partner. He then falls for her daughter, and they end up together."
"So, that would make me Dustin Hoffman and you, Anne Bancroft?" I casually asked, as I started to walk towards her.
"Yes, but I'm much bust... better looking, and they had a torrid love affair, through-out most of the movie, until at the very end, he realized he was more in love with the daughter," Sarah said, meeting her eyes with mine.
Mom was watching us both, just glancing back and forth between Sarah and I.
"Well, I'm in love with your daughter, Sarah, along with Kalista, and Annie, and you as well." I was now right next to her, and was still maintaining perfect eye contact.
"Mrs. McArthur, you're trying to seduce me," I stated.
She started to laugh as I went and kissed my Mom goodnight, then went back around to Sarah's bed and she said, "Would you like me to seduce you?"
"What?" I said quietly.
Sarah went on, "Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"I'm going to bed now, I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it - but I'm going to bed now," I said.
Mom started applauding, saying, "Bravo Charles, Brava Sarah. You two did that scene practically word perfect, did you know that? I looked it up. So, you guys were trying to pull a fast one on me, weren't you?" She had such a grin on her face.
"Yeah, Mom -- we talked and looked up the scene. Sarah wanted me to crawl in bed with her and do the scene that way, but my morals, and my mother, wouldn't have appreciated the irony of that."
"Damn right, I wouldn't have. Goodnight honey."
"Goodnight ladies, I'll see you in my dreams."
"So, how did it go with the Moms, Charles?" Claire asked.
"Annie saw right through it, as I'd suspected, but it was fun to do a scene from a movie. Sarah did a pretty good job. Can we give each a goodnight kiss without it getting too weird, girls?"
They both said it was OK, so, I got off the bed and went around to Claire, and I gave her a real nice kiss. Then I got up on the bed, and started to give K a kiss, but she grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled me down, and wouldn't let me up. Claire had to tickle her to let me go.
"Kalista, I thought we had an agreement about those kinds of kisses?" I said to her, looking into that absolutely beautiful face of hers.
"Charles, I'm really sorry, it just felt so good kissing you, and I didn't want it to stop. Claire, I'm sorry," K said starting to cry a little bit, and I put my hand out and held hers.
"I'm sorry too, K? Let's all just get to sleep so we can practice dancing tomorrow, all right?"
"Goodnight, I love you Charles," Claire said.
"Goodnight Charles -- I love you too," Kalista said.
"I love you both, so much -- Goodnight girls."
The next morning went as hoped. Everybody got up, changed and went to breakfast at the Doubletree Restaurant. We ran into some other competitors there, and we all said 'good luck' to one another.
Alfonso found me, and told me he'd found a place for us, but there was a catch. Most of the off-duty staff will be there to watch us. I didn't think this was too much trouble, so after breakfast, he led us to the room. He even found us a boom box.
I felt pretty confident of the numbers we were doing at the competition, so in case there was someone there to find out what we were doing, Claire and I practiced our Quickstep to 'Putting on the Ritz,' which got a nice applause from the twenty or so folks there.
Kalista and I practiced the Bolero to 'That's How You Know.' K and I also did 'Hate on Me,' which the staff really enjoyed. After that, they all left, except Alfonso. I went up to him and asked, "Were all the people in here employees?"
He said, "There were a few folks I didn't recognize, but I'm not sure."
I asked him to go outside and watch the door for about fifteen minutes for me - he said he would.
With my IPod in my pocket, Claire and I practiced 'Saying Goodbye' twice, and K and I practiced 'Lady in Red' twice.
After we were done, we walked out and thanked Alfonso; I slipped him a 'sawbuck' for his trouble.
We went back up to the room and I asked Sarah for a back rub, telling her I felt a little pull in the same spot as before. She asked me to take off my shirt, and Annie brought in some mineral oil, that she must've packed.
I saw it and said, "Thanks Mom, that's what I call planning ahead?"
"Don't thank me - Sarah brought it. She was sure you'd need her 'magic hands' sometime or other."
That made Claire and Kalista giggle.
Mom turned on some relaxing music and Sarah began to give me the massage, again starting at the bottom of my back. She was doing a wonderful job, when I had a 'reaction,' very thankfully I was on my stomach.
She went on with her rub, concentrating on my shoulder blades. She had to work extra hard to get the 'pop' in my back to happen, but she did.
"Charles, turn over and I'll rub your pecs for you. That could help you sleep," Sarah remarked.
"I can't, Sarah?" I said.
"Did I hurt you, Charles?" she asked sounding quite concerned.
"No, Sarah, nothing hurts -- I just... can't turn on my back right now, OK?" I was embarrassed.
"Everybody out, please -- you too, Sarah?" Annie said.
"I'm sorry Charles, I wasn't trying to cause that?" Sarah whispered to me. "Where on your back was I rubbing, when 'it' happened?"
"The middle of my back. About four or five inches down from my neck," I said.
She placed her hands there and it happened again. "Yeah, Ooooh. That's the spot!"
She kissed my back and left. The room was empty, so I got up and took a hot shower for my back. I changed and lay down. Mom came in and saw me, asking me if I was all right.
"Mom, you said, there might be some... other techniques for this problem, can you give me at least one new idea?" I pleaded.
"Well, I've heard that thinking about something else, like math problems, statistics, taking your mind off it, find something dull to think about, may 'lessen' the problem."
"I understand that cold showers can also help your problem. All other techniques are rather sexual in nature, and I'm.. not so sure I'm ready to share or show you any of those." She appeared quite uncomfortable.
"Cold showers, thanks Mom? On my back or on my..."
"On your 'front,' Charles -- your father had an intermittent issue with spontaneous erections as well."
"Too Much Information - thanks Mom, I'm going to rest for a while, all right?"
"Sure honey, can I ask you a question about this?" mom asked.
"Sure, you're my Mom, ask away?"
"Was this mechanical or sexual, I mean, was it because it was Sarah doing it, or was it because she just happened to press the 'wrong' spot on your back?"
"She hit... the spot, Mom -- that's all -- the dancing; that was sexual, I was overcome with love or lust or something, and Sarah triggered it, with her dress showing off her... full figure. Claire is getting bigger breasts, and I expect this to happen eventually with her, but all I can do - is all I can do."
"Thank you Charles, go ahead and rest all you want, today is our play day, and tomorrow is The Day."
"Love you Mom."
"Love you honey."
As I was falling asleep, I heard Claire asking "Is Charles all right Annie? I'm worried about him?"
"Claire," I yelled. "Come on in, please?"
"Charles, are you all right? I'm worried about my partner, my boyfriend, my future fiancé?" She was tearing up and sounded ready to break into sobs.
"Lay down with me, please honey. I need to rest but having you next to me, can help both of us. I'm on the covers, you get under them - and then we're 'protected', as our mothers would say."
"Have a nice rest Claire-Bear."
"You too, Loverboy."
I woke up feeling wonderful, my back felt great and my 'problem' had gone away. Claire's hand was on my chest as I woke up. I took her hand and started kissing it, in the middle of her palm and on the tips of her fingers.
I heard a giggle, "That tickles, Charles -- but it feels kind of good too. How is your back feeling, honey?"
"Much better, Claire -- don't get up, just stay laying next to me. It feels so comfortable having you next to me, like this. I love you so, and I hope you still love me, as much as I do you. We've 'slept together' enough times now, that I'm starting to feel more at ease around you than the first couple times we did this."
"When you said, that we have to have sex to have kids - I do want kids with you, a bunch of them, maybe five. And if we have a girl, her name will have to be, some form of Sarah, Annie or Kalista, OK?"
"OK - Can I kiss you please Charles, I know we've made the promises that we have, but I feel the impulse to really kiss you?"
"Sure, CC -- come on over and lay one on me?"
She climbed out from under the covers, to where her head was directly over mine but facing the same direction as the pillows. She dropped her face to mine, and softly our lips touched.
Both of us opened our mouths, and we started to really go to town with an extended opened-mouthed kiss. I felt her hand touch the top of my head, and her other one, held my chin.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnn," I said. "You taste so good, Claire."
"You taste nice too, Charles -- I figure right around the time we're through with the US SST and the International SST, we can become lovers, and find out what else lovers and dreamers do?"
"You don't know what else to do, besides kiss?" I asked.
"Not a clue, all I know is sometimes I get the strangest feelings while we're kissing, feelings that I want to pursue, but know we can't, at least not yet," she admitted.
"And when we do anything else, what about Kalista?" I asked.
"What about Kalista?" A recognizable voice said. It was Sarah. "Get off Charles, dear!"
"We were just talking Mom?" Claire responded.
"Yeah, I know, but I still think you should get up and get ready for dinner."
"Is it that late in the day already?" I asked.
"It's 4:00PM and I thought I'd find out if you guys would like to go out to eat and dance somewhere. If I know Charles, he's itching to go somewhere and dance. I found a place called McFadden's Restaurant and Saloon, they got burgers, nachos, crab dip; something for everyone, plus a big dance floor. So pick out something to wear and take a shower you two."
I saw her face redden, the moment she said it.
"You know what I mean kids, separate showers."
"Sarah, you're really so cute when you're embarrassed," I said.
"Claire go ahead and take first shower, unless you need me to come in and wash your back," I said this looking over at Sarah, and she blushed the deepest peach color I ever saw.
She shook her index finger at me, saying, "Charles, you're only making things worse for yourself."
Still looking at her directly, as Claire left the room and went into the shower with her bag, I moved towards Sarah, turning her around so her back was to me, and started rubbing her back with my hands moving from her shoulders to just above her butt.
I said, "Or, would you prefer me washing your back, beautiful? I'll bet you have the most magnificent back in the whole world, ready for some lucky guy to wash it for you, and maybe washing your hair as well." I'd swear I heard a growl.
"CHARLES, what the hell are you doing with Sarah? I was coming in here to wake you and Claire, and I find my son, salaciously rubbing the back of his girlfriends' mother? Sarah, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Mom had her hands on her hips, which meant, she was really pissed.
"A little lower and to the right, Charles -- yeah, ugh, that's the spot? Ugh. Thank you for that, you've really picked up what I've been teaching you about the muscle groups. Lower, that's it. You can go Annie, thanks a bunch sweetie."
I heard my mother snort as she left the room, shaking her head.
As soon as Annie left, Sarah turned on me, saying, "Charles, that was very dangerous, what you almost started. You almost pressed one of my erogenous zones in my back. You could've really gotten us into trouble," she chortled a bit.
"What kind of zones, Sarah?"
"E-rog-en-ous Zones -- look it up. They're places on a woman's body that, when touched... or kissed, can produce the female equivalent of your 'problem,' at least it makes us feel real good all 'inside.'"
"A young girl like Claire or Kalista doesn't know they've places on their backs that control specific parts of their anatomy, and can create a lot of sexual feelings, and in your and their cases, sexual frustration. Be Careful, dude," Sarah finished.
"Since this doesn't sound like something I can ask my Mom, what would've happened, if I'd pressed into one of your E-zones?"
"Well, that would've depended on which Zone you hit. There are some that cause deep instantaneous sexual feelings, and there are some that just make you horny -- you understand horny, Charles?" She smirked at me.
"Yeah, Sarah... as a matter of fact, when we dance, especially if you're wearing a dress that is cut mischievously low, that get's me... a little horny."
"It does?" She sounded surprised.
"Don't be so amazed, dear -- you're really hot, but don't tell anyone I said that, or I'll be back working on my Merit Badges, instead of preparing to go on Tour with Michael Bublé. Go back in your room. Wear something really sexy tonight, OK?"
"OK, Loverboy -- I will," she turned and wiggled her butt as she left.
About forty minutes later, we were all showered and dressed, and ready for dinner and dancing. Kalista had on her Little Black Dress, Claire had the Dark Blue dress on again, Annie had on her dress from the baseball game and Sarah had on her dress... from the Palace Restaurant.
We found our way to McFadden's and parked. The moment we walked in we were surrounded by people of all ages, both men and women shaking our hands, patting us on the shoulder, and there were many who wanted our autographs, including a number of adults. Kalista, Claire and I, satisfied every request.
All of my ladies were getting catcalls and wolf whistles, as we were being seated right by the dance floor. I asked Mom to order something for Claire and I, and we walked up to the DJ, who said, "Wow, Charles & Claire -- I've got a bunch of the music you like. I got it after you took down YouTube."
"You got any Michael Bublé?" I asked.
"Sure, name it Charles, all of Pittsburgh is rooting for you guys tomorrow."
"Thank you very much, How about 'Sway?' Feel like doing a Mambo, Claire?"
"Absotively -- Posilutely, Loverboy."
I nodded to the DJ and he started it. Claire and I went into each other's arms, and did the 'Kallie' hold; her arms straight out, on my shoulders and my hands were on her hips. As usual my eyes went straight to hers, causing us to be oblivious to those around us.
Her hips were mesmerizing and the crowd loved it. We were dancing all around the floor, occasionally going to closed, to show off, but we kept going back to the 'Kallie' hold, and the song was ending. I raised my hand, and she started six consecutive Samba spins, ending up in my lap.
The place went from relative quiet... to a major kerfuffle, in an instant. All the patrons, the employees, everybody got up and cheered for us. We turned to all sides of the dance floor and waved back to them all.
Claire looked over at me, and I grabbed her and kissed her, causing the uproar to last a little bit longer. I shook hands with the DJ and we separated and went back to our table.
"Oh my gosh, Claire," said Kalista, "That was fantastic, boy you two can Mambo like nobody's business."
Mom had ordered us something called a Car Bomb Rib-Eye Steak, which Claire and I shared, feeding each other, which was kind of fun. I saw K itching to dance. I asked Mom if she brought any music with her.
She went into her purse and pulled out CDs labeled, Rumba, Samba, Mambo, Cha-Cha, Quickstep, Bolero, Jive, Slow Waltz, Foxtrot, Viennese Waltz, Paso Doble and Tango.
I looked over at K and said, "Six-Pack, K?"
"Oh, yeah!" she said. I took it up to the DJ and he gladly took it, and he said through his microphone, "What song does Pittsburgh like most?" They all yelled back, "SIXXXX-PAAAAACK!"
I looked over at Sarah, who was smiling like the Cheshire cat, and she nodded her head.
The song started, and K was absolutely brilliant. Her legs move like a prima ballerina, so effortlessly, and we went from rhythm to rhythm as the number went on, our spins were perfect and we ended exactly with the CD. She gave me a nice little kiss after and we went back to the table.