1989
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—Chet smirked as he pulled away from the intimate kiss they were sharing.
He wanted Charlie and he knew she could see it.
His eyes filled with something more than lust for her, it was different.
"I want you Charlie" Chet said and a blush rose to Charlie's cheeks.
"I know you want me too, I feel it when I touch you" he whispered, causing her to shiver.
"Let me please you" he said as his hands made their way to her waist, wanting to show her how to do things.
She would be lying if she said she didn't get turned on by Chet.
She nodded her head and let out a shaky breath.
—
Chet led her to one of the abandoned cabins and brought her in.
"Chet I-I've never done this before." she admitted nervously.
"What? You? You're so beautiful, I'm surprised." he said and she blushed.
"I'll be easy, I promise" he said, and lifted her face to look at him.
He connected their lips and had her against the wall in seconds, their desire only growing.
Chet moved to her neck, looking for her sweet spot.
Charlie tightened her grip on his neck as he found it.
It didn't take long after that for their clothes to be discarded.
And the rest after that is history.
—
Charlie had fallen asleep and Chet wondered if this would be enough to make her stay.
Chet heard some noises outside so he went to check it out, finding that Montana and Xavier were watching people walk into the camp.
"What's going on?" Chet asked.
"Other than you and Charlie being loud as fuck..." Montana started "Margaret's back"
"How? I didn't see her leave!" Chet said.
"She came out after Brooke got arrested" Xavier said "She acted like she was hurt"
"Hey guys" Charlie's voice sounded.
"Did you get laid?" Montana interrogated.
"Yeah, and she might again later" Chet winked and Charlie's face flushed.
"But on another note, Margaret's back" Montana filled Charlie in.
"Uhm Chet?" Charlie said nervously.
"Yeah?"
"She brought Trevor"
"What?"
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end
nineteen.
