Rhett (Rhett 1) - Page 15

“What are you wearing?” I spoke softly as I stared at her sexy outfit.

“Clothes.”

“Barely.” I raised an eyebrow and she blushed.

“So how are you doing, Rhett?” Elliott stepped towards us and tried to assert his masculinity.

“Good, you?” I gave him a cursory glance.

“Good, though not as good as you.” He looked over at Jenny. “On a date with another girl, I see.”

“Good eyesight.” I gave him a broad smile and took a step closer to him, so that he was looking up at me.

“Thanks.” He smiled at me again, but I could see from the glint in his eyes that he knew I didn’t like him and I could tell that he didn’t like me either.

“Rhett, I’m hungry.” Jenny walked up to me and batted her eyelashes.

“We’ll be seated soon.”

“I thought we were going to sit by ourselves.” She gave Clemmie a sour side-glance and then looked back at me. “I thought we could have a nice private dinner.”

“It will be more fun with friends.” I smiled at her and then looked back at Clementine who was watching us with interest. I gave her a quick smile and she winked at me.

“Your tables ready, Rhett.” Candy called us over and I ignored the number she tried to slip me as another girl guided us to our table.

“That girl was trying to give you her number.” Clementine whispered to me as we walked to the table.

“I didn’t take it though.”

“You’re such a player.” She shook her head and frowned. “I don’t know how you can date so many women.”

“I don’t know how you can date one loser.”

“Rhett.” She pursed her lips and I sighed.

“Sorry, he’s not a loser.” I rolled my eyes as I apologized.

“It’s fine.” She smiled and we sat down. I took the seat next to her in the booth and Jenny and Elliott sat on the other side. I could see that they both looked put out by the seat assignments, but I didn’t care.

“Wanna split a Ribeye and a filet?” I asked Clementine as we studied the menus.

“Sure,” she nodded. “Let’s get the blooming onions as well.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” I grinned.

“Okay then.” Elliott looked at us and frowned. “I suppose that’s you two set.”

“Oh, sorry.” Clementine blushed. “Sorry, Rhett and I always come to Outback and we always split meals.”

“Not just at Outback.” I smiled at him. “Pretty much every time we eat out.”

“Which is a lot.” She laughed. “We eat out a lot.”

“Because we’re pigs.” I agreed.

“You’re the pig, Rhett Madison. Not me.” She rolled her eyes.

“Sure, you only stuff your mouth every other meal.” I poked her in the stomach. “Not every meal.”

“Stop,” she squealed and moved away from me.

“Are you two done?” Elliott shook his head and gave Clementine a look. I could feel her tensing up in embarrassment and I was annoyed that he was trying to make her feel guilty.

“What you getting, Jenny?” I looked over at my date. She was glaring at me and she wasn’t even trying to hide her anger. “See any salads you like?”

“They only have a Cesar salad.” She looked pissed. “I wanted a Greek salad.”

“Oh that sucks.” I shrugged and looked at Clementine. “You getting any alcohol?”

“No,” She shook her head. “Not tonight.”

“Good.” I smiled at her. “I don’t want you drinking when you go on dates with strange guys.”

“Rhett.” She gave me a look and I shrugged. I wasn’t going to keep my mouth shut in front of Elliott. I wanted him to know that he better not try anything with her or I’d be on his ass.

“Let’s just order and enjoy our food.” Elliott shook his head and spoke in an aggravated voice. “Next time, I’ll make sure to take you to a more up-class restaurant, Clementine. That way we can avoid hanging out with the trash.” The table went quiet then, but I saw Clementine rolling her eyes and I smiled to myself. This idiot wasn’t going to last too long, I thought to myself.

***

I dropped Jenny off in silence. I felt her glaring at me all through the ride home and I knew that I might as well delete her number. There was no way in hell that she was going to go on another date with me. Not that I really cared. She was boring and a whiner and I knew there were too many women in the world to waste my time with her. I pulled my phone out as soon as I dropped her home and called Clementine.

“What you doing?” I asked as soon as she picked up the phone.

“I just got home. Where are you?”

“Driving home.”

“No bow-chicka-wow-wow tonight?”

“No.” I laughed. “Where’s Elliott?”

“He went home.” She sighed. “He was upset.”

“Why?”

“He thought we were being rude at dinner.” She paused. “And he wanted to stay over.”

“Stay over?” I frowned. “He wanted to spend the night?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck?” My voice rose.

“I said no, Rhett.” She spoke softly. “He said he wanted to watch a movie. No biggie.”

“He wanted to do more than watch a movie, trust me.” I pictured Elliott’s face and my fist hitting it.

“Well, he went home. And angry.”

“I’m sure he was more than angry.” I muttered. Dude most probably had blue balls.

“He said that he thinks we have a weird friendship.” She continued. “He said that he doesn’t think we should spend so much time together.”

“Really?” I spoke in a low tone, not wanting to show my anger.

“Yeah. So I told him I won’t go to the truck show with you. I’m going to come with him. Is that okay?” She sounded hesitant and it was all I could do to stop myself from shouting, “of course it’s not f**king okay.”

“Whatever.” I said finally.

“You know I would go with you normally.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, Rhett. I just don’t want him to think that I’m putting you over getting to know him better.”

“Heaven forbid.”

“Rhett.” She groaned. “Come on now.”

“It’s fine.” I pulled outside my house. “You know how I feel about it.”

“So we’ll see you there okay?”

“Fine.”

“I’m going to invite Penelope to come as well.”

“Oh great all my favorite people.” I rolled my eyes as I walked into my house.

“Stop.” She giggled.

“I’m stopping, trust me.” I walked into my bedroom and flopped down on the bed.

“What are you doing?” She asked me and I grinned to myself.

“You know when a girl asks you that question late at night, it’s like an invitation for phone sex.”

“Rhett.” She groaned and I laughed.

“It’s true.” I spoke in a deep voice. “What are you doing is the gateway word to getting na**d and masturbating over the phone.”

“You’re gross.”

“It’s true.” I propped myself up on the bed. “You ask me what I’m doing, I say I’m playing with myself and then ask you what you’re wearing. Then you tell me a bra and panties and I groan into the phone and start playing with myself harder as I picture you in bed, with your hand down your panties.”

“You’re gross, Rhett.” She muttered. “I do not want to hear about your fantasies.”

“I don’t have any fantasy that involves you with your hand down your panties playing with yourself.” I whispered into the phone and stifled a groan as I pictured her on the bed. Shit, I thought to myself. Why did I bring this up? I was starting to feel hard and it was making me feel guilty.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” She giggled. “Cos my hand isn’t down my panties, it’s in my bra.”

“Clementine O’Hara.” My jaw dropped as she spoke. “I had no idea you were such a dirty girl.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me Rhett Madison.”

“So what are you wearing?” I whispered into the phone, unable to stop myself.

“I’m wearing my t-shirt and panties.” She laughed. “I’m getting into bed now.”

“So you really did take your bra off?” I whispered, picturing her snuggling up next to me, pushing her ass against me. I shifted in the bed as I thought about her next to me.

“Duh, I always take my bra off when I go to bed.” She yawned. “It’s not comfortable sleeping in a bra.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed as I pictured the quick glimpse I’d seen of her br**sts the other night. “Makes sense.” I muttered as I pulled my jeans down.

“It’s so constricting.” She sighed. “I wish they made bras that were more comfortable at night.”

“Why?” I closed my eyes and reached into my boxers. My hands found my c**k already semi-hard.

“Because wearing a bra at night helps to stop your br**sts from sagging. At least that’s what Penelope told me.”

“Oh yeah?” I spoke slowly as my hand moved up and down on my cock. I was barely listening to her as my hand moved. All I could think about was her lying next to me in bed and rubbing her ass over my c**k as I squeezed her tits.

“Yeah. I guess when you have larger boobs you gotta do everything you can to stop the sag.” She giggled and I groaned at the sound.

“Clementine.” I whispered into the phone. “This is not appropriate conversation.”

“I thought I could tell you anything, Rhett.”

“You can.” I whispered, imagining her lips on my cock.

“Don’t laugh, but Elliott asked if he could go down on me tonight.”

“What.” I froze mid-jerk and my eyes flew open. “Are you joking?”

“He said he wanted me to know what it felt like.” She whispered into the phone. “He was shocked no guy had ever eaten me out.”

“He’s a pervert.” I frowned into the phone. “What did you say?”

“I said no of course.” She mumbled. I knew she was blushing just from the sound of her voice.

“Good.”

“I was curious though.” She admitted.

“Curious?” I spoke deceptively low.

“Yeah, I wanted to know what it felt like.” She sighed. “What exactly he was going to do.”

“I can tell you if you want to know. You don’t have to let him do that.” My voice was rough.

“No.” Her voice rose. “That would be weird.”

“Why?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know. I mean yes, we’re best friends, but you’re a guy.”

“I can’t tell you about sex because I’m a guy?” I sounded annoyed. “Listen, it’s better to come from me.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you can trust me and I’m going to tell you the truth.”

“I guess.”

“Do you want me to tell you about oral sex, Clementine?”

“No.” She whispered, but I could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“Are you sure?”

“No.” She sighed. “Maybe you can tell me the basics.”

“Okay. Hold on.” I dropped the phone on the bed, pulled my jeans all the way off and threw my shirt on the chair before getting into bed and grabbing my phone. “You there?”

“Yeah.”

“Where are you? In bed?” I asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Lights out?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Just curious.” I bit my lower lip.

“Okay…”

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

“No.” She exclaimed and I laughed. “Why?”

“No reason.” I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. I’d been about to tell her to touch herself at the same time, but I knew that would be pushing it too far. Get it together, Rhett.

“Okay.” She sounded confused.

“Okay, so when a guy goes down on a girl, she usually always orgasms.” I muttered, not sure how in-depth I should go.

“Oh wow.” She exclaimed and I closed my eyes.

“Yeah.” I paused. “Basically, a girl takes off her panties and spreads her legs.”

“Okay.” She whispered into the phone and I found my hand moving to my still hard cock. “What then?”

“Well then he uses his tongue and his lips to tease her.”

“How?” She asked and I stifled a groan as I pictured her lying on the bed with her legs spread.

“Well, he’ll lick her pussy, suck on her clit, f**k her with his tongue.” I spoke crudely and quickly.

“Oh wow.” She sounded like she was shocked at my language.

“Then, he’ll lick her juices up as she orgasms on his face.” I continued, moving my hand faster. “Some girls pull your hair or push your face deeper into their pussies. Some close their legs so you can’t move.”

“That’s crazy.” She answered me and I felt my body building up to cl**ax.

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