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I change into khakis, a collared shirt, and loafers. I get a driver to take me to the restaurant. Of course, the director and I show up late to give the crew some breathing space. The restaurant is closed, except for our event, and there's an open bar courtesy of myself and the director.
We walk in and head straight to the bar. We try to fly under the radar, but it only takes one person to see us for that to be shot down. We get a few minutes to chat when the first person comes over to congratulate us when the floodgates open. We shake hands and walk through the room. Chatting up our favorites from the crew and sharing a few laughs about all the bloopers that happened along the way. I catch the director's eye, and I know it's time.
We get up at the bar and clink our glasses with some silverware to get the room to quiet down. Everyone is looking up at us. I start.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming tonight. This is your night to celebrate, and it's our time to show our appreciation for all you did on the set and off to make this movie a blockbuster hit. Over the next few days, you will see bonuses drop into your accounts; our gift to you for your time and attention, going over and beyond what was required to get this film done on time and under budget. We can't thank you enough." I raise my glass and toast all of us. We all take a drink before the director shares his thoughts, and we toast again to the staff.
After the toast, I head to the outdoor patio and watch the sunset. It's beautiful tonight — all pinks and light blues, with a touch of yellow. I feel a bit melancholy, wishing Erica was already here. The director comes out, and we chat about tomorrow evening. I think it will be an epic night for both of us.
The director and I drink the last of our drinks and say goodnight to people as we walk toward the door. Outside, we shake hands and congratulate each other.
"I've been so honored to work with you, and I hope I get to work with you again," I say.
I have always wanted to work with this director, and now that I have, I can see what the hype is all about. He works miracles, and we made a great team. His is one of the projects on my desk, on the top of the pile. He will be my first call if the premiere goes well tomorrow night.
"I have to be honest and say I hope we work together again. I've worked with many producers. You are by far the most talented I have seen in my decades-long experience. I wish you well till we cross paths again." He shakes my hand again and walks toward his waiting car.
I get in my car as well and think about what just happened. I am genuinely seeing stars, no pun intended. Tomorrow will have a promising impact on my future in more ways than one. I close my eyes and relax for the drive home.
I walk in the door and realize it has been a while since I've checked my phone. I see a text from Erica, which makes me smile. Just seeing her name on my screen makes me giddy like a teenager.
Can't wait to see you tomorrow.Erica added a winky face.
I text her back,Ditto, with a kissy face. I get a blushing emoji back.
I get comfortable in boxers and a t-shirt and lay on the couch with the remote, just flicking through channels. I think about tomorrow when I'll see Erica. I remember our conversation from Orlando about not being intimate, which only leads me to remember our intimate moments. I hope she has lifted the ban on intimacy. I can't think of her without getting a hard-on. I lean back on the couch and slide my hand under the boxers' waistband. I start stroking, and my shaft is rock-hard. I feel like I've had a constant erection since Orlando. I can feel the urge to cum immediately, but I suppress it. I want to enjoy my thoughts of Erica while I pleasure myself. I slide my hand up and down my silky rod, the veins bulging.
With my other hand, I find that soft spot between my balls and the base of my penis. I feel the pre-cum slipping into my hand, and I use it as a lubricant. The lights are low, and my imagination is hot. I see Erica doing erotic things in my mind. She bends over and spreads her cheeks for me, showing me her secret nest. I see white nectar waiting for my cock, which jumps in response. I enter her from behind slowly, but I'm stroking myself fast, squeezing my cock. I hear her soft breath escape her lips as I make contact with her, and she bends down toward her ankles to take all of me inside her, sucking and squeezing with her walls, a personal invitation to love her. I hear a moan and realize it's mine. I hear a sucking sound. My hand is full of precum as I jerk my dick toward a climax. I grab Erica's waist in my imagination and thrust myself deeper inside her. She is rubbing her clit as I ram into her. I tense as I feel the release coming. This time I don't hold in my groan. I'm loud as I let it loose, cumming on the inside of my boxers.
Afterward, I lay on the couch with my hand around my dick, which was still hard. I get up, turn off the TV and take a shower. I'm relaxed when I fall into bed. I roll over, grab a pillow, and hold onto it as I fall asleep.
The alarm woke me, and I hit the snooze, hoping to get back to my dream about Erica and me. It was a romantic dream. We were older and married, and we had kids and a dog or cat, maybe both. I was happy.
The alarm is insistent, so I crawl out of bed and get ready. I'm so nervous about seeing Erica. It's been years, even though only a few months. I dress carefully but casually. I shave and put on her favorite cologne.
I stroll through the living room, pick up the dozen roses I had delivered yesterday, and walk out the door.
Chapter Eighteen
Erica
I'msonervous.Itry on 15 outfits to find one I can fit into without showing my weight gain. I needed to go shopping, but I had zero time. I'll go when I'm home. I haven't told anyone except my client that I'm pregnant. Aaron may notice and bring it up, and then we can discuss it. It would sure take the pressure off of me to broach the subject. I pull on some Spanx and a cotton sundress in a light purple with wedge sandals. I'm dressing for comfort and style.
I nearly miss my flight due to an accident on the I-5 that reroutes my driver to take a long way. This is not helping my anxiety.
The flight is very uncomfortable. I'm squeezed between two heavy-set men in business suits who talk across me the whole time. This baby is no bigger than a pea, but by trying to stay hydrated and healthy, I'm like a peeing champion. So, now I'm interrupting the men every 15 minutes so I can go to the bathroom. I may have stayed in the lavatory the whole time as much as I was in there.
I stand up as soon as we stop at the gate and text Aaron that I've landed while I grab my carry-on from the bin. The line moves like molasses, and I eagerly tap my leg.
Aaron meets me at the airport with a massive bouquet of roses. Of course, the cameras are there, capturing every moment. They want to answer the question: Why was I at the clinic? They may be hoping to get pictures of a possible baby bump. They will be disappointed, as there has yet to be a bump.
Aaron throws his arms around me and gives me a big kiss on the lips for the show before he whispers in my ear, "It's so good to see you. I had my driver grab your bag."
I smile and kiss him on the cheek. We are a loving couple, are we not?
Aaron sweeps his arm towards the exit and says, "Shall we?"
I smile and say, "We shall."
