Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,20

crossing really gross boundaries, we don’t live in West Virginia.” I pulled the yogurt out of the fridge and closed it. Turning to the counter where Charlie was sitting and intently appraising me. His hand rubbing at his chin, head cocked to the side. Perhaps my conversation was a bit crude. However, his comfort with what I was talking about well, wasn’t my concern nor should it be.

“If only I was a woman,” Brady replied

“You behave like one at times,” I offered teasingly while looking at Charlie. “And if only I was a man. Actually scratch that, I like my tits.”

“Nice…but let’s face it…being a woman has its advantages when it comes to get laid.” He added quickly.

“I sense a bet coming on”

“That’s my girl...” he replied knowing I had just cut to the chase.

“So Brady what are we wagering for?”

“Hmm, good question”

“How about I make this easy on you…. Male or female, which ever you prefer. Normal limits apply of whom is off the table oh and I’ll be sure to help you find or handle your own needs…” I grinned still locked in a weird gaze with Charlie.

“And if you don’t succeed?” Brady added

“I always win Brady. How about this to add to the fun, my challenge is Sam. I think that’s pretty easy pickings for you. Plus, I’m tired of watching you drop the ball consistently. What does she need a sign that says, “Fuck me” or are you too afraid?” I bit my lip amused with myself, and I could tell Charlie was enjoying my conversation with Brady.

“She is an off limit Lil.” His voice seemed to sober up. Shit, he had feelings for her, wow.

“Fine, off limit.Your no fun! So what do I get out of this wager when you’re taking my fun out of it?” I pouted

“You get laid if you succeed, isn’t that enough?” he replied.

“Not quite … Pickings are slim these days Brady. Let’s face it, I could laid easily, but that doesn’t mean I’ll get off. See, there’s the advantage of having a cock. You can pretty much stick it in anyone and cum, as women, there is where the field is leveled. Just because, I can get laid easier than you, doesn’t mean it’s worth my time.” I cocked my head appraising Charlie as he lowered his expression and shook his head in amusement.

“Very true. You do have a point there.” He laughed

“So Mosaic?” I offered

“Yup…10?” Brady was quick to respond

“Why not? I promised Sam drinks prior, so ten it is. Should I bring her with?”

“Why not” he sighed, “Oh, you and Corey have a gig on the plaza?”

“No, just an open invitation if I want it. Corey wants me to, but I prefer smaller venues. Depends on if the mood strikes me. Singing isn’t in my future and Corey pushes me too much.

Looking to Charlie, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him. He once more, raised his expression to mine, his eyes hungry and trapping me in place.

Whoa, what effect did he have over me?

“Brady, I’ll call you from the car,” I offered in a smooth tone caught up in some weird exchange with Charlie.

“Oh, we need to discuss the other thing too”, he added quickly.

“Sounds terrific”. I ended the call and placed my phone in my purse.

Charlie was still watching me intently, and I felt frozen. Flashes from my dream felt hauntingly real and surfaced thru my mind. Yes, I was in need.

My desire growing, becoming consumed with the fantasy and the man who sat before me.

Shit…I needed sex and felt like I would combust, so the bet seemed like a good idea.

“You sing?” He looked to me surprised.

“Not really.” I offered coolly. “Use to when I was younger. I only preform when my friend manipulates me into it or I need a release.”

“Huh, wouldn’t take you for someone whom is manipulated easily.” He grinned with a very sinister look on his face.

“I don’t. But occasionally, if the mood is right, Corey knows how to read me.”

“Boyfriend?” He slighted his head looking for an answer.

“No. Friend, that’s a man. I don’t do relationships Charlie. Too much work and too much baggage.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” He stood up and stretched. Shit, my eyes found their way to his waist as his shirt rose slightly giving me a glimpse of his skin. Jesus, the man was built. His skin taunt and that beautifully perfect v cut was slightly exposed. I could feel my cheeks flush and a real hunger develop