Love's Not A Competion

Meet The Wilsons

A.N: this chapter involves sex! Oh! 😳

Live long and prosper!

Charlie x

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We spent the first five minuets of the taxi drive trying to keep our hands off each other. I wouldn't be human if I could resist snogging the face off my sexy man in the back of a taxi on his birthday. After we started kissing it felt like I barely came up for air for the rest of the journey.

"Wait!" I giggled as we staggered out of the taxi when we arrived and paid the driver. "I can't walk in these shoes at the best of times. I'm a widdle bit drunk and on gravel in the dark."

"Come here!" Ricky laughed. He scooped me up like a bride and carried me to the front door. "Chest pocket." he told me.

I reached into his jacket and rooted around. No keys in there. A crinkly plastic and foil packet that made me laugh but no keys. Other side, yes, those were keys. I jabbed the right looking one in the lock and turned it. The door opened ajar and Ricky kicked it wide open. Fatso was waiting for us and meowed loudly.

"Shut up fat pants." Rick told the cat as he put me down and shut the door. "I'll feed you later. I want to shag my sexy girlfriend right here."

I giggled thinking this was just drunken drabble. Next thing I knew he'd pinned me to the wall with his whole body. A hand went to one of my breasts, the other in my hair as he kissed, licked and bit, oh that was new, his way down my neck and chest. My hands slid down to cup his tiny bottom. That bum was so small I almost couldn't find it. His hands quickly went south too. The skirt of my dress was pulled up around my waist and his hands felt for my knickers, pulling them down. I kicked them off my ankles as I undid his trousers and pushed them down, boxer shorts following soon after. I took that little packet out of his breast pocket and tucked it into my bra for him to retrieve and use in a moment. The jacket soon joined my knickers on the floor. The last few buttons of his shirt didn't stay done up for much longer. My hands roamed over his chest before I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He lifted me up by my thighs and wrapped my legs around those skinny hips.

Unknown to us Fatso was still sat there looking horrified at what he'd just witnessed when we finished. We sighed and laughed with our sweaty foreheads pressed together, kissing occasionally.

"You're so hot." Ricky growled. "I never want to stop."

"You don't have to. We'll quit our jobs, run away together and spend every hour of the day together." I sighed.

"Oh god, I wish we could!" he laughed.

Fatso let out a screaming meow, giving us both a fright.

"Jeeze, has he been watching us?" Ricky laughed.

"He'll perve for food." I laughed.

Fatso did eventually get fed while I sat on the floor in the hall were Rick left me. I was too tired and happy to move. My legs were still like marshmallow and I wasn't sure it was the alcohol or the passion up against the wall.

"Come on beautiful." Ricky smiled sleepily at me and offered his hand to help me up. "Let's go to bed. For sleeping this time, I'm too tired for another round."

I agreed and pulled myself up with his help. We picked up our clothes that had been strewn across the hall. It would be an early morning to pick his parents up from the station when their train arrived from Leeds. I had no idea how long their journey would take or even what station it got in to. I should probably do some research.