Chapter 36: Chapter 36
Richie captures my lips, knocking the air out of me instantly. The amazing taste of him fills my mouth as his tongue invades it. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me closer, deepening our kiss and pulling me flush against him. His hard-on presses against my lower belly, and my core throbs. A moan threatens to escape my mouth, but Richie swallows it as he pushes me back against the elevator wall. How we got into the elevator and how we ended up in a make-out session is a mystery to me.
Richie suddenly releases my lips. I open my eyes to find his filled with lust and desire. Without saying a word, he moves his hand under my dress and pulls my underwear down. He takes his time, and my skin burns with pleasure as his fingers caress my legs.
"Richie..." I moan as my core throbs. Richie sniffs my underwear before putting it in his back pocket. He kisses me again, and I hear the ruffle of clothes.
He must be working his zipper.
"Wrap those sexy legs around my waist, baby," He commands with his lips still against mine and places his hand on my ass to help me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and do as he says. My perky breasts, which are dying for his hand or mouth to be on them, come in contact with his warm chest. Wetness pools between my legs.
God! Richie needs to fuck me soon.
He releases my lips, staring at me intensely. Lust fills his eyes, I look at him with my lips parted, breathless and my core dripping wet, waiting for him to take me.
"You are so fucking beautiful," He says before lifting me up and thrusting into me. More wetness pools in my core. His thrusts start slow, but then it quicken. He fills me to the hilt. Sucking in a breath, I wrap my arms tighter around his neck. My body burns with pleasure with every move he makes.
"Ohh," I suck in air "Oh, Richie." I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He moves his member at a maddening pace. I dig my nails into his back as Richie hits that certain spot, my eyes shot open; he’s killing me with pleasure.
I can feel my release coming when something strange happens. Richie’s movements suddenly stop, and I hear someone calling me from afar.
"Rachel! Rachel, wake up. You’re gonna be late." A voice far away but almost close at the same time calls.
I look down at my legs, and Richie is no longer there. It's like he vanished. What is going on? The voice calls my name again, and this time I try to listen and figure out who it is.
"Rachel, wake up. Oh my god, you sleep like a dead person, wake up already." I recognize the voice, it’s Emma, and she sounds frustrated.
Everything around me suddenly begins to vanish and I realize that I am dreaming. With a groan, I begin to slowly open my eyes. A sigh leaves my lips as I sit up from bed. I can feel the wetness between my thighs. Closing my eyes briefly, I massage my temple before turning to face Emma.
"Were you having a wet dream?" She asks almost immediately as my eyes open.
"What!" I say louder than intended "No, not at all." Where the hell did she get that thought from? Was I making noises while I was asleep? I hope I wasn’t.
"Really, well if it wasn’t a wet dream then why are you smiling?" She asks
Am I smiling? Why am I smiling? "I’m not smiling." I point out.
"You were and why are you so worked up about it? It’s perfectly normal to have wet dreams." She says sitting next to me.
I would have considered my wet dream as a normal thing since I didn’t have sex in a long time, but can’t. Richie is in that dream so technically it’s a nightmare; a very horrible one.
"So, tell me about it," Emma says grinning.
"About what?" I inquire
"About the dream silly."
I roll my eyes. "I didn’t dream about anything."
"Really? I thought I heard something like; oh, oh Richie." She mimics me, laughing. My eyes widen, she did hear me!
"Shut up. It’s not funny." I say trying to hide the stupid blush that somehow found its way onto my face.
"You know, you can just make your dream a reality. Richie Is downstairs, I can call him for you if you want." She teases
I roll my eyes "No, thank you and why are we even talking about this? You’re eighteen, you shouldn’t be talking about all this stuff."
"I will be nineteen in three months." She grins
"You’re still too young for things like that." I stand up from the bed "Now if you excuse me, I have to take a shower."
I head towards the bathroom but before I enter, Emma calls my name making me turn to look at her, expectedly.
"I almost forgot. Emily is having a tea party in the garden."
"I’m guessing she didn’t invite me," I say. Emily hates me so it will make sense if she doesn’t invite me.
"No, you are invited and It’s starting an hour so you have to get ready soon. You don’t want to be late." Emma states
I groan. I’m damn sure Emily didn’t invite me willingly. This is great, just when I thought I will be enjoying my day I have to attend a stupid tea party.
"Okay," I say and then step into the bathroom. My reflection in the bathroom mirror glares out at me and I sigh. This is the second time I’ve had this kind of dream. I don’t really understand why and it doesn’t even make any sense. I see Richie every day why the hell do I still dream about him?
I am not supposed to be having those types of dreams. Yes, I haven’t had sex in some time but that doesn’t mean I will end up having dreams about it, and even if I do, why Richie? The worst part about all this is that the last time I had a dream like this, it wasn’t as sexual. It was just plain, romantic dreams and It annoys the hell out of me. I can try and understand the sex dream but why romance?
I groan, I feel like smacking Richie’s head right now for causing this. I wish he was an ugly, old, fat man. Maybe then my pussy wouldn't tremble merely at the thought of what he can do to it. I hate you, Richie Maranzano, I hate you for everything you’ve done and I hate you for being a sexy man I want to fuck. God! I have never felt more frustrated in my life than I do right now.
Eventually, I pull myself together and took a shower. I manage to finish dressing and make it in time for Emily’s tea party. Despite my sour mood from not getting to cum in my dream, I didn’t fail to dress elegantly. I wore a blue maxi-length dress with black mid-heels. I straighten my hair so it will reach my back and fall right above my breast. I apply a little bit of mascara, eyeshadow, concealer, and nude lipstick. Now I look ravishing. I take my purse and head out of the room.
Walking into the garden, I got amazed by how beautifully it is decorated. I think the theme of the party is pink because almost everything is pink and it looks ravishing. There are lanterns in trees, twinkle lights on the patio, a few strands of bunting, and a lattice backdrop. The tables are arranged with two to four chairs around them. Matching cups, saucers, and kettles are placed in the middle of the table. There is another set of tables that contains different kinds of snacks. Tea cakes, cookies, fruit salads, tartlets, macarons, and a chocolate cake centerpiece. I really like how it’s beautifully decorated.
"Ohh, you’re here." Emily gushes pulling me out of my thoughts. She doesn’t sound happy seeing me here.
I turn to look at her, she is standing beside me but her gaze is looking around presumably to make sure everyone is having a good time.
"Of course darling, why won’t I be here, you specifically asked Emma to invite me so I had to come; for you," I respond faking a smile
She rolls her eyes "Oh please, don’t feel so important, I never asked Emma to invite you."
I knew that already. "Really, well that changes nothing because here I am," I turn to look at her only to realize that I am wearing the same outfit as her; the color is the only difference. A smile tugs around the corner of my lips and I say "Nice dress you got there, though I think the blue color looks better."
She looks between her outfit and mine. She furrows her eyebrows, opens her mouth to speak but then clasps it shut. I smile and tap her shoulder just to frustrate her "I will see you later, sweetheart." I say and then walk away from her.
That was a relief, I thought I had to deal with her drama today but I guess I don’t. I walk over to the snack table and serve myself a piece of macaron and two pieces of cookies. This is my first time being in a tea party, I never thought tea parties are this boring, I mean there is no music, no dance, absolutely nothing. Now I see why Rebecca didn’t want us to attend Janice’s tea party back in college. Speaking of Rebecca, it’s been quite long since I met her. I planned on catching lunch with her yesterday but she had plans with Angelina. It’s about some fashion stuff, I don’t really want to talk about it. The point is that she’s been spending time with Angelina and I’ve been missing out on a lot.
Lost in my thoughts, a pretty blonde lady approaches me. "Hi, you’re Rachel, right?" She asks in her British accent.
"Yes, I am." I respond
"I’m Amaya, Emily’s best friend." She stretches out her hand for a handshake.
"Nice to meet you, Amaya." I shake her hand.
"You too. It’s so good to finally meet you, Emily has told me so much about you."
Emily talks about me?
"She did?" I inquire
"Of course, she says a lot of things about you."
It's probably hateful things she said about me. She hates me so it won’t be much of a surprise. "What did she say about me?" I ask, curiously
Amaya is about to speak when Emily approaches us. "There you are," Emily says standing beside Amaya, she changed her outfit, she’s now wearing a blue and white jumpsuit. As much as I hate to say this, the outfit looks good on her.
"I’ve been looking for you all around, what are you….oh," She says the last part when she sees me
I roll my eyes but covers it with a smile "Looking good Emily, I told you blue is a beautiful color," I say teasing her
She rolls her eyes humming her response. She turns her gaze to Amaya and says "Lucy Amber is here."
"Oh really, I’ve been meaning to speak to her regarding the divorce case," Amaya says to Emily.
They excuse themselves leaving me standing alone. While they’ve gone, I sit on an empty chair. I wish I wasn’t invited to this stupid party; it’s so boring. It reminds me of detention. I wish I can just leave the party but I can’t because Emily being Emily will make a big deal about me walking out of her party; not that she cares.
Lost in my thoughts, I feel someone watching me. I don’t why I always get this feeling; it’s becoming weird. I turn around as my gaze sprint through the garden, I don’t see any suspicious person looking at me although I noticed Emily was glaring at my dress. I groan, that’s her business, not mine.