Stand-Ups in New York

Chapter 38 - Generous

Please Note: This chapter contains sexually explicit material. If you aren't comfortable reading sexually explicit material, please move on to the next chapter.

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Charlie felt her eyes filling up as she went back into the inn. Pete walked behind her and they didn't speak until they made it upstairs to her room. She stopped in the room with her head down and felt tears start to stream down her face. She felt Pete envelop her in a hug, pushing her face into his chest. Charlie wrapped her arms around Pete's stomach.

"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, rubbing her back.

"I'm fine," Charlotte said through a sniffle. "I'm just mad, I guess."

"You can't let that bitch Lisa get to you," Pete said.

"I know, but it's not just Lisa. It's that I was thrown into the MC thing and I wanted to be there for you. And everyone thinks that I wasn't funny before I met you, which is ridiculous. I've literally been doing stand-up since freshman year of college and now everyone thinks that I started fucking you and just developed a sense of humor."

Pete chuckled. "That's ridiculous. If anything, we fucked because you're funny."

"That's what I'm saying! Ugh, people suck." Charlotte backed away from Pete and wiped her nose. She looked up at Pete. His eyes were dark against his pale skin. She picked up his hand and put it to her cheek. She held it there as she stared back at him, and he brushed his thumb along her cheekbone.

"You know, you're even beautiful after you cry," he said.

Charlotte laughed. "According to you, I'm beautiful all the time." Pete smiled, his eyes reducing to a squint. The suit he was wearing had grown on her. He looked so different, like a leading man from the fifties aside from the tattoos. "You know, you look pretty handsome tonight," she added, taking the front of his jacket in her hands.

Charlie smiled as Pete leaned down to kiss her. He put one hand where her hairline met her neck and put the other on her shoulder. Charlie felt goosebumps form as Pete's finger trailed over her bare skin, down her arm. She pulled away and bit her lip. "Want to head to the bedroom for a minute?" she asked.

Pete looked down at Charlotte, grinning. "You don't want to get back down to the dinner?"

"I think I've had enough of the people down there for now," Charlie took Pete by the hand and began walking backwards towards the bedroom door. "I haven't had nearly enough of you this weekend."

Pete let out a small laugh and followed Charlie. They got into the bedroom and made their way to her bed. She lightly pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Pete positioned himself so that he was sitting up and Charlotte leaned forward. Their lips met as their hands attempted to disrobe each other. Pete fumbled to find the zipper at the back of Charlotte's dress and Charlotte worked at the buttons on Pete's shirt. When Pete got the zipper the whole way down Charlie pulled away and pulled the dress over her head and took her heels off. Pete got his shirt and jacket off and was starting to unzip his pants when Charlie moved his hands. "I can handle this part," she said before undoing his pants. She moved down to his feet and pulled his pants down to his ankles.

Pete's penis was already hardening when Charlie looked up. She stayed on her knees and leaned down, rubbing her hands over his hips. She licked and nipped around his pelvis before taking his dick in her hands. She looked up and saw Pete looking back at her. "Is this okay?" she asked. Pete nodded, his eyes cloudy with lust.

Charlotte took Pete's dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his penis before plunging down halfway. Pete let out a groan, and Charlie bobbed her head back up. She let go to spit on her hands and put them back at the base, and then took his penis into her mouth again, this time bobbing down to where her hands were. She continued doing this until she felt Pete's hips starting to twitch.

She let go of his dick. "No, Charlotte, please," he said, but Charlie only smiled. She crawled up his body and got a condom that she'd put in the bedside table. She kissed him, then put it on him, took her underwear off, and positioned her hips above his. She slowly guided his dick into her vagina and watched Pete lean his head back.

Charlie's grin widened as she gently rocked her hips. "Do you want to come?" she asked.

Pete looked at her, his eyes wide. He nodded his head. Charlie leaned forward and grabbed the headboard. She rode him fast, her breasts hovering near Pete's face. He moaned, letting out a soft "Oh, fuck," and putting his hands on her hips. She continued, gaining momentum. Pete's mouth hung open and his brows began to furrow above closed eyes.

Suddenly, he held Charlie's hips in place and groaned, "Ah, Jesus Christ!" Charlotte felt him cum, his dick contracting inside of her as he filled the condom. She stayed still, watching his face change from one of concentration to relaxation in what seemed like an instant.

Pete opened his eyes, lazily staring back into Charlotte's. "Holy shit," he said.

"How was that?" Charlotte asked as she gently removed his dick from inside of her and kneeled next to him.

Pete smiled and let out a small laugh. "That was amazing," he said. After a pause, he looked at Charlotte and added, "I wish you came too, though."

Charlie smiled. "I don't have to cum to enjoy sex all the time, sometimes I just want to make you feel good."

"Well, that's generous," Pete said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing," Charlotte said as she stood up and grabbed her underwear. "Just don't forget to pay it forward next time," she added, walking to the bathroom and closing the door behind her.