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"I proposed while working on my last film, and Erica and I both felt that we should wait to tell people until after the premiere came out. Once that happened, we would tell everyone and formally announce it through a press release. We wanted to focus on the movie and decided announcing our engagement might hurt the film. These things are always about timing, Mom."
"Son, tell us about how you two began dating," Aarons' dad asks.
I believe he is secretly a romantic at heart.
"I think I'll let Erica take this one, Dad." He was telling me, with a mischievous smile, that he wouldn't do all the lying by himself.
I glare at him. My hand goes immediately to my drink, and I shakily take a sip and a deep breath before I begin coughing. I was beet red in the face and couldn't catch my breath. Aaron slapped me on the back and handed me a glass of water. I took several gulps and another deep breath, separately this time. My voice came out raspy at first.
"Well, one night, I was out with my friends at a club when I saw Aaron at the bar. So, we caught up and danced and talked the rest of the night. The next night, Aaron asked me on a date, and we have been together ever since." I let out the breath I was holding.
Aaron's dad was smiling from ear to ear. "So, tell us, Aaron, how did you propose?"
I pass the baton back to him. Lying came with physical consequences for me.
"I planned a movie star night. I rolled out the red carpet at our favorite restaurant. We had the best private table overlooking the ocean, with candlelight, flowers, and a private violinist. When dessert came, I had the waiter replace the cherry on the cake with her engagement ring. I watched for her reaction, but none came. She dug into that cake, never noticing the ring until she almost swallowed it." Laughter erupted at our table, and I turned crimson. We did not talk about that part of our story.
"Once she coughed it up, I asked her to marry me, and she gave me a hell yes." After he finished, I reached for his hand and gave it a "well-done" squeeze.
Congratulations were given, and his mom asked to see the ring again. She grabs my left hand, oohing and awing over how well Aaron picked out the ring. The ring is exquisite. It's almost a shame the engagement is a sham.
Our meals arrive, and the talk becomes light. I keep catching Aaron's eye and feel something stir inside me. I get the feeling that Aaron is giving me romantic signals, but then he looks away, and I get confused.
After dinner, we all head back to the suite and to our respective rooms to get a good night's rest. Aaron and I sit on the bed and talk about our fake engagement.
"How are you feeling after tonight's dinner?" I ask.
"Not sure yet. I'll feel better once I get the thumbs up that they bought the whole story." Aaron looks me in the eye, and we sit thigh-to-thigh. I feel mine soaking in the heat from Aarons. The look he is giving me is setting my heart beating a bit fast.
"How are you feeling?" He asks. "You have had to tell your family and mine now. How long does this lie need to go on?"
I think about his question. This may have gotten out of hand. I never thought this through to the very end. I expected it to be a bit further. Now, after tonight, the stirrings I felt at dinner, and feel now, I need some clarification.
Instead, I say, "I think it went well for the first night. Now we need to get through the week without slipping up."
I look at Aaron, and he smiles at me. I'm getting a vibe.
"It's been a long day, and I need a shower," Aaron says, and I nod in agreement.
"You go first," I hear myself saying.
"Okay, I will not argue with that."
The way he says "okay" and then squeezes my thigh, I can't ignore it. Maybe it's the alcohol, but I decided I'll join him. I wait until I hear the shower running, then I slip into the steamy bathroom, fall out of my clothes, and quietly pull the shower curtain back to step inside the tub. His back is to me, and I rub my hands up his muscled back to his shoulders and stand on my tiptoes to kiss the back of his neck.
He doesn't flinch. It's almost as if he is expecting me. I wrap my hands around his waist and slide them downward, finding him standing straight up and hard as a rock. I wonder if he was like that before I got in the shower or if my touch did that to him. I smile against his back. Either way, he's ready for me.
I kiss his back and shoulders, all the while, my hand is firmly stroking his hardness. He reaches behind him, grabs my ass, pulls me into him, and massages it. He turns around, letting the water hit his back, and leans in and claims my mouth for his own. I can feel his dick against my belly. His kiss is firm but sensual, slow, and seductive. He tastes like brandy and soap. Our tongues duel it out, tangling in each other's mouths, tasting, taking, and giving. My hand is wrapped around his cock. I alternate between a firm hold and a tight one, releasing a groan from the back of his throat. I see I've struck gold as I slide down his wet body to lick the precum off his penis.
His dick twitches in my mouth, and he pulls me up and whispers, "Not yet."
He has my hair in his hand and gently pulls my head back, exposing my neck and breasts. His mouth finds a nipple, aroused and puckered. I almost cum right there when his teeth close over the sensitive spot. I arch my back so he can suckle harder. His hand slides around my firm butt, and his fingers search for my clit. His thumb finds it, and he begins a slow torture, circling it, using my wetness to glide over it smoothly. I want to climb out of my skin. I'm wet and only wish for his rock-hard mantle inside me. My hips begin to undulate under his touch, and I gasp when a finger enters my pussy and moan when a second one enters. I'm slick and warm, and he slowly pulses his fingers against my G-spot, driving me wild.
"Please," I beg him, and he gently picks me up.
I wrap my legs around him as he enters me. He plays cat and mouse with my pussy, pushing in a little, pulling out, pushing in a little further, then pulling out again. My nails are digging into his skin. Finally, he pushes in and just stays there, letting me adjust around him, letting him fill me. I move my hips slowly, trying to get him deeper inside me, and he changes his stance to allow it. Neither of us can take it any longer, and we start grinding against each other like our lives depend on it. Thrusting and bouncing, he finally leans me against the shower wall and squats down for better access while I grip his shoulders tighter. We kiss and groan together, my swollenness wrapping his hardness in a tight cocoon. I cum, shuddering against him, my pussy squeezing him as orgasms ripple. He cums inside me, thrusting himself up into me. I can feel him pulsing, releasing himself inside me.
We stay wrapped around each other for a few minutes, catching our breath. I can feel Aaron's hardness still inside me, the walls of my pussy squeezing him. That produces another moan, and he pulls out of me to set me gently on my feet. He turns me around and enters me from behind, grabbing my breasts. He thrusts three more times and releases another warm pleasure inside me. With him still throbbing, I smile, rub my clit, and slide a finger inside myself, and I cum again, my fingers dripping.
