Ascending Lauren Ch. 24

There were lots of shared glances and grins between the two. Having seen his wife dress like a bar slut the last few visits, he was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing a simple cowl neck sweater and mom jeans. Cream in color, the sweater still accentuated her figure and small breasts - braless, of course, but in a tasteful manner. Gentle folds draped gracefully around her neck, drawing attention to a face that was conspicuously free of heavy makeup. Simply put, Lauren, 'BC'.

And then came the first poignant moment of the day. When Corey rounded the corner into their cul-de-sac, the sight of the SOLD sign in the front yard seemed to squeeze Lauren's heart. Pulling into the driveway, the brave front she'd put on for months burst like a dam. While Corey had had plenty of time to come to terms with them moving, he recognized the visual impact it must have had on her. Standing on the lawn, the two embraced and held hands, tears running down Lauren's cheeks which brought a bit of a mist to his eyes.

After what seemed longer than it was, the pair walked up the front path, arms around each other, and entered their Iowan home for one of the last times ever.

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Chloe stretched her naked body, feeling the warmth of the sheets against her skin. She turned her head to the side and saw Charlie lying next to her, eyes still closed. A soft smile formed on her lips as she admired his handsome face. After he had taken her in the VIP room at Sandy's, they'd clocked out and come back to the apartment they shared, no longer just roommates. After a bowl of good flower, they spent the night entangled in each other's arms, exploring their newfound love.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Chloe purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Time to wake up. I have to go to work soon."

Charlie stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he adjusted to the mid-afternoon light. He blinked a few times, then focused on the pretty redhead next to him, a drowsy smile gracing his lips. "Morning, gorgeous," he replied, his voice husky with sleep. "Last night was...wow."

"Uh-huh. Double wow."

Chloe leaned closer, her fingers gently tracing circles on his chest. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of vulnerability, a fear that their connection might only be fleeting.

"About...us. Are we finally? I mean really..."

"A couple?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be?" the boy asked, kissing her forehead while brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I...well, yes," Chloe stuttered, trying to find words. "More than anything. I've felt this way for a long time..."

"But..."

The girl sat up, holding the white sheets to her sizable breasts. "You know what the but is. Congratulations, you're now the boyfriend of a professional whore. That scares me."

"I know what you do for a living, I've been there since you started, remember?"

"I do. In fact, you've been there for me long before that. What, since we were twelve?"

"Something like that. Anyway, it doesn't change how I feel about you. I can't deny that it won't be challenging, but I'm willing to take that chance."

"Chaz, we're best friends. I don't want to lose what we had."

Charlie smiled broadly, pressing a tender kiss to Chloe's forehead.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Even knowing what I do behind closed doors?"

The young man felt a twinge between his legs.

"Y-y-yes."

Chloe's gaze dropped to the growing tent beneath the sheets, a devious grin forming on her lips.

Her new man's fledgling penchant would serve them both well. "You sure?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Even when you know I'm doing this?" Her fingers trailed teasingly along the bulge, causing Charlie to gasp in pleasure.

"Or this?"

The redhead's fingers danced seductively along his chest, tracing a path towards his nipples, her touch light and teasing. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, before taking one of them between her lips.

A low moan escaped Charlie as pleasure shot through his body. Chloe's tongue flicked and swirled around his hardened bud. She was young, but experienced, and knew exactly how to push any man's buttons.

"F-f-fuck."

"Hmm."

While continuing to suck and nibble, alternating between his nipples, her hands roamed freely over his upper body. The cotton material of the sheets below grew damp, a small wet spot forming as the tent lurched to and fro.

"Or this..."

Chloe's mouth left the boy's chest, her lips trailing a path of wet kisses down his abdomen, inching closer and closer to his straining erection. But just when Charlie thought she would finally touch him, she pulled back, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. The heat radiating from his cock was conspicuous, but there was no doubt she was in control, teasing him without mercy.

A whimper escaped him as his dick desperately strained against the 200-thread fabric. "Please!" he pleaded in a voice thick with need. "Touch me. I can't take it anymore."

The stripper's laughter filled the room. "Not yet, baby," she whispered. "I have to go to work."

"What work?" As far as Charlie knew, they had the day off from Sandy's.

"An offsite client."

Amidst heavy breathing, the young man tried to slip a hand beneath the covers, only to find it slapped away.

"No Chaz, you have to wait."

Charlie's body trembled, controlled in singularity by one appendage that was standing tall and alone, straining against the sheets.

"PLEASE!"

"First, I have to do my job, baby, you know that. Filthy things like getting on my knees and sucking a stranger's cock like a greedy little slut. A nameless man taking me from behind while I scream, making him feel like he's the best lover in the world. Can you picture that, baby?"

Chloe's eyes lit up as she saw the semen stain spreading around the tent in the covers. Grinning, she lowered her voice and whispered into her boyfriend's ear.

"But you know what the best part is, baby?" she teased, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're going to drive me there."

The room filled with grunts and groans as Charlie's hips convulsed and bucked. His neglected cock, rock hard and pulsating, unleashed a torrent of cum that surged from the tip. The sheet acted as a shield, directing most of it back onto his stomach where it pooled in his belly button. Chloe watched in delight as the milky white spunk soaked through the cotton, leaving a sheen of slippery, sticky goo. Pulling the covers back, she chortled, amused at how the semen, fresh and glistening, had splattered across his skin. It clung to the contours of his hips and waist, with remnants trickling down his dick, stopped only as it clung in pearly strands around the base in a tangle of pubic hair.

Poised between the boy's legs, she leaned over and let her tongue dart out to lick up the remnants of the powerful release. It glided along the glistening trails the load had taken, lapping it out of his naval, relishing the tangy and sweet flavor that filled her mouth. Working her way down, the girl's lips pressed against the head of the now deflating member, capturing any stray droplets that oozed out of the glans. Tongue flicking and teasing, like a good slut, she was determined to leave no trace. Sliding down until reaching the base, Chloe twitched her nose at the sticky pubes, then raised up and with a final lick, withdrew her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva along his softened cock. It listed, then fell, resting against a thigh, glistening with dignity.

Charlie watched his new girl roll off the bed and head to the bathroom to get ready for her date.

"I'll need the address," he croaked as he gathered up the soiled bedclothes and threw them in the washer.

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By late afternoon, Corey and Lauren had checked off most items on the day's plan. After selling the pickup for a lot less than Corey thought it was worth, they swung by and picked up the step-van rental, then returned to the house where they puttered around, ensuring everything was in order. Once they left for Miami, it would be the final time either of them would set foot in their long-time home. As they were in the garage putting packing tape on the last of the moving boxes, a car pulled up out front.

Caroline and her boyfriend.

Lauren ran down the driveway, shuffling in her flats to greet her daughter who had jumped out as soon as the cab stopped. Both fell into each other's arms, babbling like a couple of schoolgirls. When the driver pulled out two large suitcases, Corey watched from afar as one of the biggest black guys he'd ever seen emerged from the back seat, towering at least two feet above the taxi's frame. After paying the cabbie, the mountain of a man picked up the luggage with ease and lumbered up to where the women were still squawking their hellos.

Breaking apart from her mother, Caroline turned and acknowledged him.

"Mom, Dad, this is DeAndre Brown," she said with a smile.

Lauren offered her daughter's friend a kind smile and gave the newcomer a warm hug, a clear attempt to make him feel welcome. It was not lost on the big man, who clasps his large arms around her back, returning the gesture. The brunette's eyes grew wide at the strength of his biceps, a hot flash flushing surprised cheeks.

DeAndre extended a hand to the older man behind her. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

Corey shook the huge hand that dwarfed his own. The guy was right out of a men's muscle magazine, chiseled body and all. Sitting atop a towering six-foot-six frame, his head was broad with closely cropped hair and twinkling eyes. The guy was a perfect specimen of a construction worker. Massive arms and chest of a steelworker, skin a flawless shade of coal, and a stride confident and true, a necessity when up on beams hundreds of feet high.

"We could stay at a hotel, you guys," Caroline conceded while hugging her father. "I know most stuff is ready for the movers."

"Nonsense," Lauren countered, "it's just sheets. Since the mattress is going in storage for who knows how long, I'll just be throwing them away anyway."

"Sure, okay."

"Then it's settled. Tonight, we order Chinese and pack up the U-Haul. Tomorrow, we hit the road."

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Charlie sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he watched Chloe adjust her outfit. For that night's 'date', she had chosen a simple red skirt that clung to her hips and a white silk blouse, unbuttoned just enough to hint at the lacy bra that concealed her ample breasts. Sophisticated and provocative, all at the same time. To the young man's chagrin, he knew it was all going to be on the floor sooner than later.

"You okay?" Chloe asked, leaning over and giving him a soft kiss on the mouth.

Charlie nodded. That's what was so different than all the other times he'd chauffeured her to a client. There hadn't been any romance yet, no shared intimacy. But that had been then, and this was now.

"I'm good. Be careful."

Chloe smiled. "You're on speed dial."

Looking toward the doorman of the posh hotel, she carefully opened the Kia's car door and stepped out. With a quick wave, she began walking down the sidewalk, hips swaying seductively, the form-fitting skirt clinging to luscious curves. Even the valet drivers noticed the woman who was jiggling in all the right places. And then she was gone, her prior presence revealed only by the intoxicating scent of her perfume that lingered in Charlie's nostrils.

With a sigh, he pulled away from the no-parking zone and looked for a pay lot.

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The fortune you seek is in another cookie."

The foursome laughed as Caroline read the strip of paper with her fortune printed on it. Throughout the kitchen, the room smelled delicious with the remnants of the Chinese dinner. Dumplings, sweet and sour chicken, vegetables, and fried rice had all been hits.

"Wait, wait, here's mine," DeAndre smiled. "Never play leapfrog with a Unicorn."

"How true!" Lauren clapped her hands in delight while Corey made a funny 'ouch' face.

"Read yours, Mom," the younger Miller implored her mother.

Cracking open the crisp wafer and unraveling the prize, Lauren narrowed her eyes. This one was a bit more cryptic than the first two. And too close to home. "Be careful what you wish for; everything that is, was first a dream."

How many times had the first phrase been uttered in cuckold lore?

"Ooooh," Caroline snickered, "that's...uh...deep, I guess. Your turn, Dad."

Corey broke apart the stale cookie. He tilted his head to one side as he read.

"One man's loss is another's gain; be willing to risk everything for nothing."

The other three paused. Whatever happened to happy fortunes? The Miller patriarch could feel his daughter's eyes bore a hole in him. It was the first time they'd seen each other since she'd spent the night with Zane and been told of her father's kink. The queasiness that Corey felt at that moment had nothing to do with dinner.

"Well, there's another odd one," DeAndre chuckled, oblivious to the common thoughts his girlfriend's family were quietly sharing. "Those Chinese are crazy."

Why is there such a pregnant silence? he thought.

After dinner, all four retired to the living room where they drank and shared stories from the past. Some were embarrassing, like Caroline's lanky and dorky prom date. Some were interesting, like DeAndre's stint as an ironworker in New York City, traversing buildings seventy-five stories in the air. Around seven o'clock, Corey put on a DVD, and they watched a short rom-com together, with the intent of being in bed by nine. Ten hours of driving was not going to be easy, whether you were driving or not, and all would need plenty of rest. With their hosts on the sofa, Caroline and her boyfriend took over a nearby loveseat. Occasionally, Lauren would rise and go to the kitchen to refresh drinks and snacks, drawing DeAndre's gaze. He couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance between Caroline and her mother. Both were hot as hell. Although his girlfriend's tits were bigger than the baseball-sized breasts that were flopping around on her mother - and the older woman had a few more lines around her eyes and some varicose veins - they were nearly identical. Both had toned legs, tight asses, and lips made for sucking dick. Products of daily workouts, no doubt. The black man could not help but wonder if mom gave the same great head as her daughter. He bet they did.

A bit past the halfway point of the movie, DeAndre found it increasingly difficult to resist stealing glances at Lauren. At one point she leaned forward, allowing her long, midnight-black hair to fall about her body. Just like Caroline, damnit. So much like her. A couple of times the older woman would lean back against her husband, causing the top she was wearing to hitch up, pulling the polyester material tight against her braless boobs. The next time he stole a look, he found her staring right back at him. Without a sound or expression, she silently pulled the blouse down so it covered her navel again, then returned her attention to the movie.

Eventually, the final credits rolled, and the two girls took the dishes to the kitchen while the boys busied themselves with disconnecting the TV, video player, and soundbar, carefully repacking them away in their storage boxes. Minutes later, Lauren and Caroline heard the guys outside on the deck and smelled the unmistakable odor of cigars. Peeking out the patio door, they saw both kicked back on Adirondack chairs chatting like old friends about building construction, and blowing plumes of smoke into the air.

Returning to the sink, hands submerged in soapy water, their eyes wandered back towards where the men were puffing, their voices mingling with the smoke as they engaged in a very animated conversation punctuated by a lot of laughter.

"Well, they seem to have hit it off," Lauren grinned, setting down a few beer glasses to dry.

Caroline giggled. "A project manager and a construction worker, who woulda thought? But seriously, he's a great guy, Mom, Kind, respectful."

"Handsome."

"I hadn't noticed."

"I'm glad he treats you right."

"That he does, in every way."

Lauren cocked an eyebrow with a smirk. "Do tell."

Caroline's lips curled into a knowing smile as she locked eyes with her mother.

"Maybe that's for me to know and you to find out."

"CAROLINE!"

The men briefly turned their heads towards the small kitchen window at the outburst, then went back to their chattering.

"That's your boyfriend you're talking about."

Caroline scoffed. "What? A whole month? Let's say he's just a friend that has a great many benefits, okay? We aren't exclusive or anything."

"I see."

Lauren's eyes went back to the guys, who seemed to be enjoying each other's company. It was hard to concentrate on the dishes.

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"Fuck Chinese steel!" DeAndre yelled into the cold Iowan night.

Corey blew a perfect circle of smoke that was soon carried away by the light breeze. "Yeah, FUCK it. Buy American."

The two fist-bumped as they continued puffing.

"It's the only shit I'll walk on in the air," the burly but gentle black man professed.

Corey drew on his beer and considered his guest. The guy was freaking huge. His imposing physique seemed to radiate pure power and strength. How difficult must it be to find a button-down shirt that would fit around that thick neck, corded with muscles, and then cover those broad shoulders and massive chest? It wasn't that there was an ounce of fat either. It was a good thing his legs were like tree trunks, obviously the result of countless hours of squats and lunges.

"You uh, play football in school?"

DeAndre shook his head. "Tried out, didn't make the cut. Had the size and gumption, but for the life of me couldn't get the playbook. Besides, I was too busy chasing tail."

The flat look he received quickly made him recognize his blunder.

"I mean, um, it's not like that with your daughter, of course. I'm not like that no more. She was on lunch break, so was I. We just hit it off, you know? Just like that."

"Just like that?" Corey smirked.

Just like that.

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Lauren went around the lower level and turned off the lights as Corey set the house alarm. Their daughter and her friend had gone upstairs ahead of them to Caroline's old bedroom to get ready for bed. The older couple soon followed, making their way to Amelia's old room since the master king had already been broken down. With the two rooms sharing a Jack and Jill bathroom, it wasn't the ideal situation, but it was only for one night. No big deal.

It took some effort, but all four managed some semblance of privacy while brushing their teeth and taking that final pee. With a last goodnight through the thin walls of the decades-old house, all snuggled beneath warm covers, anticipating a marathon drive the next day.

Lying beside her husband, Lauren mentally went through a last-minute checklist, which Corey graciously endured.

"Real estate agent has the house keys?"

"Yeah."

"Utilities off tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

"Trash cancelled?"

"Check."

Satisfied, they lay silently staring at the ceiling, both debating on telling the other of their recent encounters. Lauren had vowed to be transparent, and the rare infidelity for Corey was consuming him completely. A confession seemed imminent, but then they heard it.

Soft, breathy sounds. Barely audible. Hushed and gentle at first, like someone whispering a secret, they grew louder.

"Are you shittin' me?" Corey murmured.

"Shhh, they'll hear you."

"They'll hear US?"

The moans ebbed and flowed, rising and falling, gaining momentum. In time, Caroline's bedframe began creaking rhythmically. There was no doubt their daughter was getting laid.