“It’s my birthday, let’s get out of here and enjoy the day. I’ve made a reservation at the ‘The Summit’ for tonight. We’re going back there to celebrate.”
Charlie stood up and was walking toward the door when Skye stopped him.
“Charlie, you’ve made me very happy. I want to make your birthday a memorable one.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” he said winking at her.
Rory jumped up when Charlie walked into the bedroom.
“How is she?”
“She’s fine. I told her what she did in the past was none of my business, but she belongs to us now, and to no one else.”
“Thank you, Charlie.”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
“I really do. She does something to me that I can’t explain. Just one look at her and my cock starts to rise.”
“You’re not alone, my friend. From that day when she bent over to remove the machete from the truck, I was in love, but when I watched you with her, I realized how much you loved her and I thought I had to take myself out of the picture.”
“What are you saying, Charlie? You left because you knew that I was in love with Skye?”
“That was the main reason I left Cherry Hill, but as time went on, the pain of not having you became unbearable. The last thing on my mind each night before I went to sleep was you and Skye. When I woke up in the morning with a very painful erection, my mind moved back to Cherry Hill, and I thought about what you could be doing.”
“Do you think that the three of us can share each other’s lives?”
“It must work, Rory. It must. Get dressed. We are going on a tour, then to dinner for my birthday and then back here for a private celebration.”
“What did you do when you wanted....you know?”
“A good fuck?”
Charlie held up his right hand.
“This has been my true friend, and sometimes I found help.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I’ll put it this way. I took what I could get, but that’s all coming to an end,” he replied, with his trademark smile.
An afternoon of sightseeing in the really warm summer weather of Anchorage left the group exhausted. They struggled home in time to take a quick nap before it was time to get dressed again to head out for dinner. Rory and Skye organized a surprise birthday cake for Charlie, to compensate for the cake they had forgotten the previous year. They had an eight o’clock dinner reservation and fortunately the restaurant was only a fifteen minute ride away, so there was no need to rush.
Charlie’s eyes popped out of his head and his mouth fell open when Skye came down the stairs dressed in a mini jeans skirt, a white satin blouse and a pair of stiletto heels. Her ample bosom, hidden away behind the soft material, did nothing to calm the storm that was brewing behind his zipper. He and Rory exchanged glances and they stood up to go.
“You look ravishing,” Charlie said. “Do you realize what you’re doing to us?”
“I know,” she replied, sashaying her hips as she walked toward the door.
“Check outside the door before you open it,” Charlie reminded her.
She jumped back and waited for the two men to go ahead of her.
“Coast’s clear,” Charlie said, looking back and smiling.
“I’m going to drive so that you can enjoy your birthday,” Rory said, his eyes on Skye’s long, bare legs.
Getting into the pickup truck in her mini skirt, proved to be quite challenging for Skye, but with Charlie’s help, she was finally seated in the middle between the two men, her legs parted over the gear shift. They couldn’t take their eyes off those legs, and Rory, in the driver’s seat kept brushing his hands against her legs whenever he changed gears.
The restaurant offered private dining rooms, and for this special occasion, they were seated on the second floor in a secluded room. The big glass window offered a panoramic view of the mountains and the Cook Inlet, but there was no sign of the lights of downtown Anchorage. Skye headed for the window and stared outside. She was soon joined by her two men, staring at the sky-blue glaciers in the distance. Rory’s hand came to rest on her buttocks and at the same time, Charlie did the same.
“That feels so good,” Rory said nuzzling her ear.
“We’re in a restaurant, Rory,” she murmured.
“That’s why I chose a private room,” Charlie replied. “Just for you.”
Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and they took their seats at the table. As a regular customer, and for the birthday celebration, the restaurant owner personally brought up a complimentary bottle of champagne for Charlie’s birthday. The waiter opened the bottle with a flourish and they all had a good laugh about it. They toasted Charlie and were soon laughing and giggling like teenagers. They flirted with and teased each other, but the tone of conversation soon turned serious. Discussions about their future together dominated their talks.
“There is a lot of new money around here. I wish you had brought some samples of your paintings so that I could show them around. There’s nothing to show you’ve made it in Alaska like having art hanging on your walls, no matter how little you know about the subject.”
“Skye put together a collection of my paintings on a disc and we brought it along. She had the foresight to do that after we both had a tiff with Darcy, and thought we might consider relocating here.”
“That was good thinking,” Charlie said, turning to Skye. “I know you will both make it here and I can’t tell you how excited I am to have my two best friends here with me, but you must give it a chance.”
He reached out and held Rory’s and Skye’s hands.
“What are we having for dessert then?” Charlie asked his gaze on Skye’s cleavage.
“For that you’ll have to call the waiter,” she said, bending over to tempt him even more.
Rory’s and Skye’s eyes met. Hopefully the waiter knew that the dessert had already been looked after. He whispered something in Skye’s ear and she stood up and looked around.
“Where is the bathroom?” she asked Charlie.
“At the very end of the hall, and to the left.”
She disappeared down the hall and returned five minutes later, just in time to see the waiter place a cake with one candle in the middle of the table. Behind him another waiter carried a bucket with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. The waiter joined in singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Charlie and went back to his duties.
“Whose idea was this?” a beaming Charlie asked.
“It was Skye’s idea. Last year she forgot to order your birthday cake, and she was hell-bent on making sure you got one this year.”
“And it’s my favorite. Chocolate cheesecake. Only the gods could’ve invented something as decadent as this. I will personally thank you, Skye,” he said, as he put a piece of the cake in his mouth.
“No need to thank me. I loved doing it for you.”
“But I insist on thanking you,” he replied. “Sorry that you’re stuck drinking ginger ale, Rory, but the state troopers around here are not lenient when it comes to drinking and driving.”
“You’ll do the same when my birthday comes around.”
“I’ll do much more that, Rory. All I want you both to do is to go home to Cherry Hill, pack up everything and come back here as soon as possible. However it’s time now to head for my home in the woods.”
“Let’s get out of here and continue the celebration.”
“I can’t leave all this delicious cake behind. I’ll take at least one piece of it with me.”
After two bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne shared between Skye and Charlie, it was time to head home. Rory insisted on paying the bill, and with that behind them, they walked out, to the panoramic view of Anchorage in the distance. It was a beautiful night and the scent of some unknown Alaskan flower hung in the night air. It was a night fit for love and romance. Holding hands and laughing, the three headed for the pickup truck.
“Such a beautiful night,” Skye said, spinning around with her arms outstretched.
“She’s had too much wine,” Charlie said, admiring her zest for life.
“You’ve been teasing us all evening,” Rory said.
He leaned against the pickup and pulled her to him, his hard cock slipping easily between her butt cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and nibbled on her ear lobe.
“When was the last time I told you I loved you?” he asked.
She was suddenly sandwiched between the two men.
“And when was the last time I told you those three precious words?” Charlie whispered.
“You also said it to me this morning.”
“Let’s go home,” Charlie whispered, grinding his lower body against hers. “I want to bite you all over.”
“So do I,” Rory said his voice barely above a whisper. “Did you do as I asked?”
“Let me check it out,” he said, pushing his hand under her short skirt to investigate.
She purred like a kitten.
“Why don’t you believe me?” she asked.
“Why do you think I didn’t believe you?”
She didn’t respond because Charlie’s hand was also working its way up her skirt.
“I love a naked pussy,” he whispered, his cock jumping for joy, when his fingers encountered her naked, wet flesh. “You’re so creamy,” he whispered, pulling his fingers in and out of her.
“You’re so sweet and yet so tight,” Rory cooed, rubbing a finger around her back door.
“Let’s go home,” Charlie said. “She is very hot.”
Charlie helped her into the pickup, his hands taking advantage of the bare skin of her butt cheeks. As before, she parted her legs over the stick shift and Charlie immediately claimed a naked thigh. The knowledge that underneath that short skirt there was nothing standing in his way had Charlie’s cock fighting to get out. Rory turned the ignition on and reversed the vehicle out of the driveway.
“Prime real estate around here,” he said, his hand creeping up Skye’s thigh.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Charlie agreed, as his hand too slowly inched its way up her inner thigh. “It’s all for sale around here.”
Skye reared back, fully parting her thighs for him. His fingers touched her naked cleft and he paused, because in his hands, he was holding something he considered very precious. He gently stroked her from her clit down to her opening, and up again until she whimpered like a lost animal.
“Taking off your panties was a very good idea,” Charlie whispered directly in her ear, as two fingers penetrated her.
She tried to remain still, but that was proving to be very difficult.
“Want more?” Charlie whispered, increasing the momentum of his fingers.
She didn’t reply, but spread her legs wider. Rory’s hand was now at the top of her thigh, but when he reached her sweet nub, he found it already occupied. The pleasurable sounds which were now emanating from her lungs, and the tornado stirring behind his zipper, were all making it difficult for him to concentrate. His rigid cock was begging to be touched, to be handled by her. He reached for her hand and placed it on his crotch, and she ran her hand up and down his length, caressing him. She slowly pulled his zipper down and reached in, and in her state of euphoria, she laid her head on the back of the seat and stroked his long naked hardness.
“Fuck,” Rory called out impatiently. “How much longer before we’re home?”