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If I'm Honest - Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2022-08-07 08:06:47 +0000 UTCChapter 12 – If We're Honest (Conclusion)
The knock on the door had made me jump, and I remember exactly how nervous I was as I walked over towards it. Harvey had learned a lot about me in the year and a half we'd been together, but as much as I'd tried to, I'd been mostly unable to get him to open up about the majority of his past experiences or what his life or existence or whatever had been like throughout the centuries.
He likes to dodge those sorts of questions, or point out how it's sort of unfair to dwell on the past.
I'd learned a handful of things, though, none of which I have to admit really revealed to me very much. He'd worked with both men and women in about equal numbers, and his average number of people it took before he got it right was generally around five or six. The amount of time that process took had dwindled in recent years, as sexual mores had loosened significantly, although there had been large periods of time when he'd been able to get his host through extremely high numbers in a relatively short period of time. He was pretty light on specifics, as much as it annoyed me. I did, however, get him to tell me about his best and worst experiences.
In terms of best-case scenarios, he'd actually had a couple of hole in ones, perfect matches on the very first try, where he'd mostly just functioned as a confidence booster, and then he was on to someone else just as quickly as he'd arrived. In what he considered his worst time, he had one person whom he was stuck with for almost twenty years, and about half-way through it, it had dawned on him that part of the reason that he was having trouble making it work was that wearer had dissociative identity disorder, and there were two competing personalities, each with their own wants and needs. It was Harvey's first exposure to such a thing, and it took him a while to find a solution, but apparently he did. He didn't want to get into the details of it, but he said that it was the most challenging case of his career, and he hoped like hell he never had to do anything like it again.
The one thing I'd found fascinating was that Harvey insisted, and I do mean absolutely insisted that he had a 0% failure rate. He'd always paired people up with their perfect match and left them insanely happy. He told me that he wasn't sure they'd always stayed together after he was gone, because people evolve and change, but he felt confident that almost all of them had remained with the partner Harvey had connected them with until one of them had died.
There was something romantic and heart-warming about that notion, to be so gloriously in love with a person that you would want to remain with them for all of your life. Harvey had promised me that was what he was going to deliver to me, and that's a hell of an expectation to lay at someone's feet. I wondered what would happen if Harvey got it wrong. He'd said he never had before, but there was a first time for everything, and Lord knows I'd had my fair share of hiccups along this road so far, so why wouldn't I be the one time where everything went off the rails? That had been my luck for much of my life. It's human nature to feel that things that seem too good to be true have to be an illusion, or a disaster just waiting to happen.
Was the person of my dreams truly on the other side of that door right now, simply waiting for me to move over to it and open it? Was I about to meet the person who would fill in this empty hole that had been living inside my heart for so long that I didn't remember what I looked like without it?
I heard the knock on the door again, and this time I knew there was no ignoring it.
It was time.
My time.
I needed to go and meet my destiny.
So I headed over to the door and opened it.
…
On the other side of the door stood a good-looking man in his early twenties, dressed in the uniform of the hotel staff, his black hair cut short, freckles all over his face, muscular but certainly not at all my type, being that he was, y'know, a dude. Then I looked down and wanted to collapse laughing.
It was room service.
Fucking room service.
The smile on my face was so wide it actually made my cheeks hurt.
Gotcha, Harvey laughed at me.
The guy wheeled in the cart that had my club sandwich on it, along with a large bottle of Coca Cola, a small bucket of ice, and a tall, chilled glass. “Your sandwich, Mr. King?” the guy said to me, a quizzical look on his face, like he was trying to understand why I looked like I was ready to burst at the seams with laughter, not actually laughing, but on that dangerous verge of it.
“Thanks man,” I told him with a smile, shaking my head. “I don't have any pounds or Euros, but hopefully it won't be too much trouble for you to exchange American dollars. Here,” I said, handing him a couple of twenties, a generous tip, something the man seemed to recognize, as he offered me a return smile and a bow, backing towards the doorway, which was still open.
“Whenever you're done, you can just leave the cart in the hallway and we'll come by and get it at some point in the night, sir,” the guy, whose name tag identified him as NIGEL, said just as he nearly backed into a familiar form in the doorway. “Oh, excuse me, ma'am.”
As the boy moved to make his exit from the door, I got a better look at the woman standing there just as she stepped in. She was also dressed in the hotel's uniform, just like she had been the last time I'd seen her, but it looked a great deal better on her than it did on Nigel.
Of course, she also looked pretty damn good with it off, too.
“Oh, hey Brenda,” I said. “Fancy seeing you again.”
“Very good to see you again as well, Mister King,” she said, crossing her wrists behind her back. She was a little older, but it hadn't diminished her beauty one bit. “I just thought I'd stop by and make sure that your accommodations were to your liking.” She was wearing her blonde hair even longer now, hanging down past her breasts that strained against the uniform. She was still wearing it too tight for her own good. “I also thought I would stop by to say thank you for our encounter last time you stayed with us.”
'This can't be right,' I thought at Harvey.
Wait for it.
“I sort of feel like I should be thanking you for that encounter, Brenda, but I certainly don't expect it would be a regular thing,” I said, standing next to the cart with my sandwich on it. “I sort of figured it was like a legendary concert – one night only, you know?”
“Oh,” she said before it dawned on her what I was implying and she smiled, sort of surprised, a little laugh escaping her lips. “Oh no, Mister King, that's not why I'm here. Not at all. In fact,” she said, as she pulled her left hand out from behind her back, holding it up so I could see a golden band wrapped around her ring finger with a rather sizable diamond affixed to it. “I'm engaged to be married. That's why I'm here.”
“I don't... I don't really understand, Brenda, but I know that I'm insanely hungry, so do you mind if I eat while you tell me about it?” I said, grabbing the tray with the sandwich on it, bringing it over as I sat down on one end of the small sofa that was inside my hotel room.
“Not at all, Mister King,” she said, moving to sit on the other end of the couch this time. “Eat up!”
I was a little leery, as last time we'd been in this situation, Brenda had given me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. While I ate. But this time she was sitting far enough from me that it was clear we weren't going for a repeat performance. “After we had our little tryst, which I must confess I did enjoy a great deal, do you remember what I said to you on my way out?”
“You said I was too old to be your type,” I told her in between bites. “Which is completely fair.”
“It's very kind of you to omit the latter half, but do you recall it?”
I did, but had felt it impolite to bring up. Since she was asking, however, I felt obliged to answer her. “You said you were working at the hotel hoping to land some wealthy imbecile as a husband. I take it that you did?”
“Oh, no sir,” she said, looking ashen for just a moment. “When I went home the next morning, I thought about that, thought about what I'd said, thought about how poorly that reflected on me, but how, no matter how I might have tried to deny it, it was what I'd secretly been hoping for each and every day that I went to work.” She looked away from me, as if trapped by the memory of that moment for a long stretch. “It was a rather uncomfortable truth I had been confronted with. When I came back to work for my next shift, I decided, I made a conscious decision, that that wasn't whom I wanted to be, and that I needed to change my fundamental outlook on life, as well as my plans and goals. I started working harder and with more attention to detail. I hadn't been a very good clerk, truth be told, but our encounter had crystallized within me the notion that if I wanted better from my life, I needed to be better in my life.”
“Good for you,” I said, wolfing down the rest of my club sandwich rapidly, also taking time to pick away at the chips. I'd forgotten to bring the soda over with me, but I decided I could have that afterwards. “And you think that's because of me, because of what we did?”
She nodded nervously. “After our affair, which I should say I enjoyed a great deal, it was almost as though I woke up, as if I had been sleepwalking in my own life for years,” she said, wringing her hands together a little bit. “Once I improved my diligence at work, it was almost like the rising tide lifted all boats. I found myself being elevated from desk clerk to shift manager and now to assistant manager of the entire hotel, all within just the span of a year and a half. And about six months after our time together, I met Corey. He's a session musician, a drummer to be exact, and while he doesn't make all that much money – in fact, he's got a second job as a waiter at a restaurant in Piccadilly Circus – but even with all that, he and I just clicked from the very moment we met. We fell madly in love, and about a month ago, well, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. I think it's likely I'll be the breadwinner in the family for most of our lives, but I feel strangely at peace with that. Money isn't everything, and there is no price you can put on happiness. I... I don't think I would've discovered that without our time together, and when I saw you had checked in again, well, I thought I would come by and say thank you, to tell you how much our brief shared experience had changed me, and so much for the better. I don't know why I felt compelled to do to you what I did, or why I said what I said, but in hearing myself speak that buried truth, I learned, and I evolved from that knowledge. So the meal is on the house, sir,” she said, standing up, “since I can't offer you another bit of extra service, as much as I did enjoy the last one. It simply wouldn't be right, being unfaithful to my soon-to-be husband, even with how much help you provided me and my mind.”
I had finished the sandwich, so I put the mostly empty plate down in the middle of the sofa and then stood up. “I'm glad it helped, and I really don't mind that you don't want to fuck me anymore, Brenda,” I told her, offering my arms wide, which she immediately took me up on for a great big hug. “You've got your person now, and I'm happy for you. You take care of him the best you're able, and that'll be thanks enough, okay?”
When she pulled away from me, I realized she was crying a little, but had a very grateful smile on her face as she nodded. “Of course, Mister King, I promise you that I most certainly will. I just fear to think what might have become of me if we hadn't had that strange encounter not so long ago.”
“Then think of it no more,” I said to her, patting her on the back. “Because the road not traveled is always less interesting than the one we're actually on, no matter how much it pulls on the frayed loose threads of our imagination.”
“That's good advice, sir. Thank you. I should let you be. I ought to be getting back to work anyway. I'm using one of my breaks to come here and tell you this,” she laughed, pulling away from me, heading back towards the door. “Have a safe flight home.”
She opened the door, stepped out and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in the hotel room.
Harvey's laughing rang through my mind almost like the demented laugh of the Batman villain The Joker, echoing off the inside of my skull, and yet, I didn't really mind.
'Very funny, asshole,' I thought to myself.
Oh god, the look on your face when she walked in the door again, god I wish I had a fucking camera or a recorder or a way to replay the memory back over your eyeballs, because I think I would never ever ever take that off fucking repeat. Thank the goddess I don't have lungs, because holy fuck was that So. Fucking. Funny. That's going in a trophy case in my hall of memories as one of the Top Five Best Jokes I've Ever Pulled Off.
'So you don't have the woman of my dreams lined up for me, I take it?'
No no no, don't worry, don't worry, I got you, I totally got it handled, I promise you. I promised you I was going to do right by you, and I've done my part. But I thought it might help you feel a little bit better if you knew that the people who'd you left in your wake along the way weren't completely fucked over by not being the right match for you.
'You made that happen for Brenda?' I thought at him. 'You made her reevaluate her life?'
…Sort of. It's a little tricky to explain, but generally, whenever I'm letting someone fuck you, I'm comparing mental and emotional energies. The very process of doing that can be pretty weird for most people, and sometimes even a little unsettling, because they're aware of what they did, but they don't really know why they did it, and they also don't know why they aren't bothered by what they've done.
I can't really find someone other than my bearer a completely perfect match based on their short time interacting with whoever's wearing me, but I can help them sort some deeply entrenched shit out that might be keeping them from finding who is a good match for them on their own. Or at least give them a solid starting point for them to fix their issues themselves over the next few months or years. So I do that. As a little bonus service. Puts a bit more good karma into the world.
'What did you do for Brenda?'
She was trapped in that sort of traditional “man brings home the bacon” bullshit that's been so prevalent for so long, but she comes from a relatively poor family, so I guess it's understandable. But once I sort of lifted the notion of her expectations and let her focus on what she actually wanted for herself, she's done much better. I don't know that her partner's a perfect match, but most times in life, you have to learn to settle for good enough, you know what I'm saying?
Outside of the window, there was a heavy shake of thunder, and the flash of lightning caught my eye, making me look over at the window, as the sky opened up and rain began to channel down mercilessly in endless sheets.
'This you?' I thought at Harvey.
Oh sure, the bracelet thought back at me. In addition to being able to bring women to you and make them want you with a nearly unstoppable lust, I have the ability to CONTROL THE WEATHER! … C'mon. Why are we even talking about this? You're in England and it's a storm. They have them all the damn time. There's an entire industry of British sad sack songs about the rain. You think they need my help in generating more bad weather? As the song goes, get get get get get get over it.
'So when is the love of my life going to show up?'
You're like a damn kid on Christmas morning, man. Just relax. Have your Coke. Maybe swipe one the little bottles of rum from the mini-fridge and mix it in. You can afford to splurge a little bit and it won't hurt to be relaxed for this.
'I'm just trying to plan my night, man. Should I expect soon? Later? Or are you not sure? It's nearly one AM and I'm thinking about just going to bed.'
It's like the weather, man. Wait a while, and it'll all work out sooner or later. Within the next few hours or so, I think, although I guess it could be as far off as tomorrow morning.
I glanced at my phone and saw that I had a new confirmation of flight times tomorrow, and it wasn't scheduled until three in the afternoon, which meant staying up a little bit later wouldn't be too bad, but I could also just crash and go to bed and worry about it when whoever it was showed up.
'Then I guess I'm just gonna pack it in and get some sleep, and when she gets here, I suppose I'll get back up again,' I thought at him as I put my bottle of Coke into the fridge, so it would stay cold and I could have it again when whoever it was finally arrived. I also put the room service cart out into the hallway, looking both ways for a sign of Miss Perfect, but no joy.
That's fine, Deke. You'll know when she's here. I sort of doubt you'd be able to sleep through it, and if you tried, I can wake you up if needs be.
'You can, huh? How the hell are you going to do that?'
Suddenly, I felt a sharp electrical shock run up my arm, originating from the bracelet, biting but it passed as quickly as it arrived.
“Ow! Fuck!”
Think that'll wake you up?
'Jesus, yes,' I thought at him. 'I didn't know you could do that.'
There's a lot of things I can do that you don't know about, Deke. Ask me about my magical agenda, or better yet, don't. Anyway, get to bed. The future will be here soon enough.
I stripped down to just my boxers and crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over me. I don't know what it is about London hotels, but they're never warm enough, as if the idea of heat was antithetical to their very core. The fact that the storm raging outside was one of the most intense I'd ever seen wasn't helping put me at ease either. Rain was pelting down in an assault, absolute walls of it sweeping across the window, limiting my vision outside of it so badly that I couldn't even see the airport just half a mile away. No kidding, I've never seen any such unforgiving weather in my life. The one thing I can say is that the sound of the heavy rain actually got sort of soothing, and as apprehensive I was about meeting the love of my life, the rhythmic tapping was enough to relax me enough to drift off to sleep.
I'm not normally one to dream all that much, or at least remember my dreams, but that particular night I remember having a very strange dream about flying over an alien landscape, earth in shades of crimson and scarlet with cyan and cerulean foliage all over the place, feathered wings, mine, lifting me up to see near the horizon an ocean of quicksilver metal rippling and ebbing. A trinary of suns hung in the sky, and while I didn't want to stare into it, I couldn't help myself. Just as it felt like my vision was starting to burn out, I woke up to the sound of a heavy banging on my door, the bottom of someone's fist pounding hard enough to make the door vibrate.
I hopped out of bed and wondered how dressed I should get, but decided to just pull my shirt on and not bother with pants, as I glanced at my phone for the time – 3:45 AM – and then started moving towards the door as the intense pounding started yet again, three strikes, WHAM WHAM WHAM.
At that point in my life, I guess I just trusted Harvey with everything, because I opened the door without looking through the peephole. There could've been someone outside who wanted to hurt me, but I had been stirred from REM sleep, and that meant I wasn't thinking straight.
I pulled the door openly suddenly, and there, as promised, was the love of my life.
Her dark hair was soaked, plastered to her face, sticking to her as water continued to drip and soak the carpet beneath her. The carpet was a light shade of faded green, which meant I could see the path she'd walked from the elevator to my door, a snail's trail of waterspots left in her wake, the room service cart still off to one side of my doorway from where I'd left it. She was dressed familiarly in an Oakland A's track suit top and pants and as soon as the door was open, she pushed her way into the room hurriedly, rushing right past me, as I closed the door behind her. She had a single large satchel purse with her, and no suitcase.
It was Colleen.
“Before you say a single word, Derrick, I want you to just shut the fuck up and listen, okay?” she said, tossing her bag onto the couch with absolutely no care of how wet she was getting it.
What was she doing here, I thought to myself? How had she gotten here? How the fuck did even know where here was?
“I've been thinking, okay? I've been thinking a lot. I broke up with Colton a month ago, because every time we'd start fighting, I'd think to myself 'Why the fuck is he being so unreasonable? Not even trying to meet me half-way? Deke would at least meet me half-way!' And Colton and I were fucking fighting a lot!”
She unzipped the track top and threw it onto the couch on top of her bag, wearing a black and blue patterned sports bra on beneath it, as she kicked off her shoes and tugged off her socks, moving into the bathroom, turning on the light for a moment as she wrung out one sock then the other in the shower, hanging them over the shower curtain rod, making her way back out into the hotel room, continuing in her speech.
“And my thoughts kept running in circles around inside my head. Were we not together because you didn't want me, because I didn't want you, or because we're both fucking stupid? I know I told you I wasn't ready for a relationship when we first hooked up, but that was over a year ago, and I've grown since then! I've learned to talk out my problems way better than I used to, but more importantly, I learned how to give a shit about other people – what they're thinking, what they're feeling, what they want. We would've been a terrible match if we'd actually made a go at a relationship when we first met, because, well, I was a little bit of a shallow cunt. But hooking up with you made me want to be better.”
Col flipped off the light in the bathroom, and made her way over towards the bed, pushing her pants down to shuck them off her slender, but muscular lithe legs, leaving her only in the sports bra and a pair of black panties that were much more everyday panties than sexy 'I want to seduce you' lingerie, not that I minded one bit. She tossed her pants over onto the couch, on top of her bag and top before turning back to look at me.
“Do you remember when you stood up to Nikki Adamsdale?” she said, grabbing my t-shirt by the bottom, pulling it up and over my head. “Not the sex stuff, because while all that was fucking spicy, I'm talking about how you called her out in a roomful of people when she was being kind of a stuck-up bitch to a bunch of people who work in television, saying shit like television was a 'lesser medium?' I've never seen anybody do that kind of thing before, and frankly, it was the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen, even if I was frightened witless at the time.”
She reached down and yanked off my boxers, shoving them down to the floor before nudging me to step out of them, while she pulled that bra up and over her head, tossing it onto the stack of soaking clothes that were still dribbling onto the couch in the hotel room.
“You didn't give a fuck that Nikki Adamsdale was the hottest fucking movie star you'd ever met. You didn't give a fuck that she earned more money last year than either of us will ever seen in our entire fucking lifetimes. You saw someone doing wrong, and you stepped in and you shut that shit down like a major fucking boss. And, if I'm honest, it pissed me off. Not that you did it; but that I didn't.”
She pulled off the last of her clothes, the black panties that were only hiding things I'd seen before, and tossed them over into the pile before pushing me back into the bed, crawling in with me, wrapping her arms around me. I hadn't realized how fucking cold Colleen must have been, standing out in all that rain, because her flesh was chilled against mine, and the two of us snuggled up against each other and tugged the comforter over both of us.
“Why the fuck didn't I say something? I realized it was because I was afraid. Afraid of losing my position as an actress, afraid that if I said the wrong thing, the whole thing would come tumbling down like a house of cards, but how the fuck am I supposed to live my life that way? A life is not meant to be lived in a cage of fear, Derrick. It wasn't just that, either! You remember when we first met? I knew there was something off about that script, but I didn't have the courage to say so on my own! I needed someone else's validation to tell me I was right!”
Her teeth were chattering a little bit, but she was slowly leeching off my body heat, bringing her temperature up towards mine, our bodies mostly just resting against one another, her head resting on my arm. She hadn't told me it was my turn to talk yet, so I was letting her run with it.
“So what I've decided is that I'm going to stop letting people do the things for me that I should be doing on my own. I need to be ready to jump and leap into the fire, and whatever that means for me, my career and the whole rest of it, I don't even fucking care anymore. The show wrapped shooting for pickups for the second season a week ago, and I simply needed to get out of Vancouver, so I hopped on a plane and headed home, back to Surrey, to spend some time in Guildford with my mom and dad, and when I got home and went back to the room I grew up in, I started bawling my eyes out. Do you know why, Derrick?”
I thought she was asking me a question and was about to answer her, when she made it clear the question was rhetorical and just carried on talking.
“I'll tell you why. It was because I was afraid that somehow I'd fucked it all up between the two of us. I thought you'd likely moved on, found someone to fill the emptiness inside of you. You were too good a man to be alone for long.”
She kissed my neck for a moment, nuzzling up against me, and again I was just about ready to speak when she continued talking.
“While I was crying my eyes out in my bedroom, I thought about what I'd told you after we'd first hooked up. Do you remember? Because I remember it word for word, like they were the most important words I'd ever spoken. I said, 'I'd like to see you again, but if I'm honest, I'm still at least two or three relationships away from having the emotional experience and maturity needed for us to work as a couple. We'd collapse at our first argument right now, and it would totally be my fault. Maybe we can be fuck buddies instead. If I'm honest.' But I've had a couple of relationships between here and there, and I think I've matured a great deal. And tonight, this very night, just as I was thinking about going to bed a little after midnight, I decided that I needed to talk to you, to find out if by some crux of fate you were single, to ask you if you wanted us to try having a real relationship. I needed to ask you if I could be your girlfriend and you could be my boyfriend, to tell you that that was what I very much wanted, and I was going to call you, but I remember you told me you were traveling a lot for the next few months, so I decided to use the phone tracking app we'd connected with earlier this year, and see where you were, so that I wouldn't be waking you up if I called you, and lo and behold there you were, just up the road, somewhere near London-Heathrow.”
Her fingertips were smoothing through the hair on my chest now, not sexually but sensually, affectionately, and it was easy for me to feel the heavy callouses she'd developed over the last few months of doing her own fight scenes. I found it dead sexy.
“So I hailed a taxi and it brought me up here, but the range of that app is still broad enough that you could've been in any one of a dozen hotels. I didn't care. I would not be stopped. I marched up to the clerk of each and every one and demanded they let me know if you were staying there. I think some of them thought I was crazy. A few of them didn't want to tell me, but eventually I convinced them, telling them I was your girlfriend and wanted to surprise you. The rain was ungodly, and I just ran through it from one hotel to another, trying almost ten in total, before I mercifully found out you were here. The woman at the counter, Brenda – is that the Brenda you hooked up with when you first got Harvey by the way? She's quite the looker! Anyway, Brenda told me what room you were in and while she didn't feel comfortable just giving me a key to your room, she said that if I knocked on the door and asked you to let you in, she was certain you would.”
Colleen's slender fingers had migrated south and were starting to tease against my cock, and I felt myself hardening in response to her caresses, as Col knew exactly how to tempo me however she wanted to, be it quick to finish or slow to tease, and it seemed like she was leaning towards the latter. She smelled of jasmine and sandalwood and just a tiny hint of clove, just like she did when we'd first met on that airplane eighteen months ago.
“So here I am, and I want to offer you everything, my heart, my spirit, my love, my very soul. I don't just want to fuck you Derrick King – although I definitely do want to do that again as well, and soon – but I want to love you, and I want you to love me. I want us to be in love with one another, in that grand dramatic fashion every girl dreams about growing up. I wasn't ready for it back then, when our paths first crossed, but I'm very fucking ready now. So don't say anything but think about all of that while I thank you for letting me in tonight.”
I was about to say something anyway but she dipped down beneath the comforter, sliding lower before I could feel her tongue grazing along my cock, which at this point was more than a little ready for action. Her fingertips closed around my nutsack as her lips moved to slide down the length of my dick, pushing her mouth all the way down until it was wrapped around the base of my shaft, keeping it there for just a second before she pulled her head back, slurping against my cock with absolutely filthy noises that were just barely muted by the acoustical shield the comforter was providing.
This wasn't a blowjob – this was an adoration, a mass, a religious service. She worshiped my shaft, making sure no iota of it went untouched by her tongue while her fingertips continued to roll and cradle my balls, gently kneading and massaging them as her mouth suctioned onto me, bobbing her head at a speed that insisted she meant business. More importantly, she knew exactly how to speed me up, slow me down and eventually make me lose control. I tapped her on the shoulder, a cue that I wasn't going to last long with her giving me the five-star treatment, but I felt her other hand take mine and fold our fingers together as she kept on grilling me with her lips and tongue. In the end, there was nothing to do but to give way, and when I started cumming in her mouth, I realized I'd never enjoyed being blown quite as much as I had that singular experience.
She pulled her head back up and slithered up along my side again, placing a fingertip to my lips. “Let's sleep now, and we can talk more in the morning. I want you to think about everything I said, and sleep on it.” So she rested her head on my shoulder, her arm draped over my chest, and she had drifted off before I could even try and speak a solitary word to her.
'Harvey?' I thought.
Go to sleep, Derrick.
'Yeah, okay.'
I went back to sleep and didn't dream at all this time. When I woke up in the morning, she was still there, although she had woken up a little bit before me, giving me soft and tender kisses as she moved to straddle me, the comforter still draped over her until she sat up, and exposing us to the cool air. The rain had stopped sometime while we slept, but that wasn't the first thing I noticed. The first thing I noticed was that Colleen had already slipped my cock inside of her and was slowly swiveling her hips in a very unrushed and patient rhythm, as if she had intended for me to wake up to the sensation of being fucked.
“Hey there, sunshine,” she said to me, placing both of her hands on my chest to make her breasts press together, pushing them towards me, her dark tan flesh on display, jiggling them as she started to pick up speed. “I was hoping to surprise you and wake you up like this, but I think maybe I moved too much.”
My hands moved to caress along her smooth skin, feeling her pivot and roll her body down onto my lap. I think that may have been the first time I ever truly made love as opposed to fucked, and there was something kind and ginger about it, her eyes never once leaving mine, both of us smiling like a couple of lovesick teenagers. Her cunt felt like it was tailor-made for my cock, and as the pace started to quicken, she leaned forward and locked her lips against mine, our tongues spiraling together as her hips began to pop and pogo atop me. Her breathing was beginning to rush, and she made these adorable whimpering squeals that I'd never really noticed before, as her pussy slicked up and down on my dick and felt my own orgasm ready to start tumbling down.
We climaxed together, and it just felt right.
Even after all that, I didn't say anything and she didn't say anything more, but we were both up, and there were still several hours before we needed to head to the airport and get on a plane, so Colleen ordered room service to have breakfast, and hilariously enough, Brenda brought it in for us, as Col answered the door wearing just one of my t-shirts, which hung down almost to her knees.
For reasons I still don't understand, she got what was described as “the full English” although it didn't look much like breakfast to me, and I got a breakfast croissant with ham and eggs because Colleen had learned what I liked for breakfast during my stay over trips up to Vancouver. The two of us ate without talking, as if we were letting the gravity of the moment hang with us as an unbroken bubble that we didn't want to shatter.
After we'd finished breakfast, I was just about to say something when she lifted her hand up and held a finger to my lips. She had a sly, almost shy smile on her face as she moved across the room over to her bag. She lifted her clothes, which were clearly still damp, and moved to hang them in the bathroom for a second, before walking back to her bag.
“You know, when we had our fun with Nikki, I remember feeling a little bad about it afterwards, considering we treated her pretty harshly, but a few months later, she came to do her walk-on for the first season of our show, and she made a point to take me out to lunch where she and I had a conversation, mostly about you, and she told me something I'd never known,” Colleen said, reaching into her bag, taking something out of it that I couldn't see. “She told me that the day after that you called to make sure she was okay, that you hadn't ripped or torn anything. She said she'd let it go to voicemail because she thought maybe you were going to ask for another go around, but the fact that you were just calling to check up on her... she said she'd never had anyone do that before. She sent you a text message to let you know that she was fine and thanked you for asking, telling you that she very much enjoyed your time together but wasn't interested in another go around. And you just sent back a message saying 'me neither, but wanted to make sure you had a good time – I'm not usually the rough type, but that seemed to be what you wanted from us – take care” and never contacted her again.”
I chuckled a little bit and nodded, and was about to say something, but she lifted her left hand and held it out at me, cuing me to remain silent.
“You went from hard and ruthless to soft and caring within the span of a day,” she said with a soft smile. “I didn't think to check in with how she took it until she came back to do her part on set, and that was months later. If you didn't have to be just one way or the other, I realized I could as well. But the other thing I realized... I knew when I saw you next, I wanted to give you everything, including something I'd never given anyone before. Lots of boys had asked, but I'd always thought it seemed a bit crude and vulgar, at least until I talked to Nikki about how much she had enjoyed it. Since then, every so often, I've started training with plugs, just a little bit. Colton thought I might have been doing it for him, but I just lied to him and told him it was just so I'd know what it felt like, and I never intended to try it with anyone. I'd always intended to try it only with you.”
She moved over to the bed, where I was sitting on the edge of it, and then I realized she had a bottle of lube in her hand. She tugged my boxers back off, and then drizzled some of the clear lube onto my shaft, before reaching down and rubbing some against her asshole.
“Col, you don't have–” I wanted to say, but she brought her other hand up to my mouth, touching my lips to quiet me before I even got a chance to make the first syllable.
“That's just it, Deke. I know that I don't have to do this, but I also know that you're going to be gentle with me, and you'll stop if I ask you to stop. So I want you to do it. I want you to be the first, no, the only person to fuck me in the ass. I want you to have all of me. Will you?”
She hadn't lifted her fingertips from my lips, so I just nodded.
Colleen smiled and blushed a little bit. It was adorable, and my heart swelled even more as she pulled her hand away, tossing the lube onto the bed then moved to slide up on her hands and knees next to me, her feet hanging off the edge of the bed.
I moved to stand up and get behind her as she looked over her shoulder at me with a grin that just wouldn't quit. She didn't seem to want to say anything, so neither did I, as I moved to rub the length of my cock between her incredibly pert asscheeks, and watched her shiver. I tilted my head to one side, just giving her a chance to back out, but she nodded at me, encouraging me to go on.
With the head of my dick pressed against her tan rosebud, I started leaning forward and felt my prick working its way inside of her asshole, as she trembled, a guttural moan trembling from her lips before she uttered a single “Fuck!” in her adorable British lilt, at which point I just held still, but she lifted one of her hands and moved it in a circle, trying to get me to keep going, so I kept working my way inside of her ass.
As much as I didn't want to overload her, she was ridiculously tight and I was more worried about her overwhelming me, but I wanted her to enjoy this, and as constricting as she was, it was also a wonderful feeling.
We were both taking our time, but we were also being rather quiet, her burying her face against the mattress for a moment, which made me worry, but when I started to hold still, she lifted it to look back at me and said quickly, “No no, keep going, keep going, it's so fucking intense, over fucking whelming, but GOD how I love it...”
So I continued thrusting, feeling my chest tighten up, knowing that release was about to burst. I reached down and rubbed my fingertips across her clit, hoping it would be enough to get her over the finish line, but at some point, it was simply too much for me, and I orgasmed into her ass. Thankfully, it seemed like that was the thing she needed to push her over the goal line, because just as I started to unload, she joined me in the release, quivering in overwhelming ecstasy, her sphincter clenching again and again in spasms to milk my release out inside of her, marking the third time I'd given her a load in this very hotel room.
Once we were both coming down from the plateau, she started to giggle as I pulled my cock out of her backdoor, an obscene slurping sound accompanied by a puff of air, which set me off laughing as well. There was something utterly hilarious about how ridiculous sex can be sometimes. I moved to lay down next to her before she backed off the bed and pulled me onto my feet once more, her stance just a little unstable.
“No no no, we're most certainly showering after that,” she said. She folded her arms around me and kissed me, her fingertips resting against the back of my neck. “If I'm honest, Derrick, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You bring out the best in me, and you're the most kind and wonderful man I've ever met. Will you be my boyfriend?”
She looked at me...
...and a lot of time passed...
...then it dawned on her, and she started to giggle furiously.
“THIS is when you talk, you prat!”
“Oh!” I said, with a soft laugh. “Of course I will, Colleen. If I'm honest, when you told me we wouldn't work the first time, I was heartbroken. You were gorgeous, you were funny, you were charming and you were the perfect woman. I almost wanted to give up life right then and there, but I felt like I should keep going. I even asked Harvey if maybe he was wrong, maybe he'd misjudged, and he told me to trust him and that he knew what he was doing. That I'd find the love of my life in time. But if I'm honest, I've been in love with you from the moment we met, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Click.
For the first time in eighteen months, the silver bracelet around my wrist went loose and slipped from my arm and fell onto the floor.
“Aw Harvey,” I said out loud. “I'm gonna be sad to see you go.”
It shocked the hell out of me when I heard his voice in my head again.
I'm gonna miss the hell out of you too, Deke. And you too, Colleen.
“Fucking hell, Derrick!” Colleen said, startled, clinging to me firmly. “Is... is that him?”
I remember my eyes widening a little bit as I turned to look down at her in an equal amount of surprise. “You... you can hear him?”
“Yes I can bloody hear him, Deke!” she said, her fingertips squeezing me. “I couldn't before, but I bloody well can now! Actually, he sounds kinda hot. Like George Clooney.”
And she was right. It was weird that I'd never put two and two together to notice that. The voice in my head sounded exactly like George Clooney talking to me.
What, you thought I could connect people together over a mutually shared lust and somehow could only send my voice into the mind of the one person I'm in physical contact with? C'mon, what kind of schmuck do you think I am? You're better than this, Deke.
“Sorry, Harv,” I laughed. “It just never occurred to me that you could do something like that.”
Ah, I'm fucking with you, Deke. Relax. Anyway, this is it. Your perfect match. You knew that, though. She knew that, too. I mean, you both knew it when you met, but at the time neither of you were ready yet, and if I'd told you then, it wouldn't have worked. You would've tried to prove me wrong, and you two would've fucked the whole thing up royally. I had to get both of you that last few steps you needed to get there first. That sort of thing takes time, and more time we spent together, the more I wanted to be sure I got it right, because you've been good to me. Like really good to me. So, I took you through all the steps you needed, let you set a good example for Colleen to follow, and you two crazy kids did the rest all on your own, with a few little nudges here and there. That was me prompting you to want to call him right now, Colleen. Hope you don't mind.
“Not one bit,” she giggled. “Not since it brought us to where we're supposed to be, which is together in each other's arms.”
“So, what now, Harvey?” I asked him, speaking out loud, since I knew he was talking to both me and Colleen.
You've got six months to find me a new host, and I'll be around with the two of you until you do, but for the most part during all that time I'm going to be quiet, recharging my energies, getting ready for my next host. It's been great hanging out with you too, and I know you'll find somebody who's in dire need of my services. That's it, Deke, Col. Take care.
It's been the greatest, if I'm honest.
“So, Deke,” Colleen said to me, “how do you feel about living in Vancouver for the next few years?”
“That sounds magic.”
So, there you go. That's my story. Colleen and I spent the month or so after that getting all our details lined up, and after we'd been living together in Vancouver for about two months, on the day I was going to propose to her, she proposed to me, and we've set our wedding for February of 2020. We even decided to invite Nikki, as crazy as that sounds. Her folks think it's not nearly enough time to plan a wedding, but we don't need anything big.
In the intervening time between then and now, I've checked in on nearly everybody that I hooked up with along the way that I could, and Harvey's been true to his word, not that I really had much in the way of doubts. Many of them are in what seem like solid relationships, happy with their partners. Those that aren't, the ones I could find anyway, are in the process of evolving, turning into better people, starting to figure out how to put their lives in order.
We've barely heard from Harvey since that morning in London, but as it got closer and closer to the end of the six months, I was beginning get worried that I wouldn't find someone who I thought needed the services of the bracelet.
Then I was talking with your dad the other day while waiting for Colleen to finish up her day's worth of shooting. They're always happy to see me on set, but I don't like to get in the way, so whenever I show up early, I usually just hang out in her trailer, or I spend time talking with your dad, when I can pull him away from those Devin McTaggart books he's always reading.
You know when I first saw him pull out that Kindle Paperwhite of his, I thought he was reading Russian books, and while I know I've caught him reading Sergey Lukyanenko a bunch – hell, that's where your name came from Anton, from the protagonist of Night Watch – but your dad loves a good spy thriller more than anything, and Devin writes the best sex scenes, which is half the reason your dad reads them, I think, although I bet he'd never admit it.
Anyway, your dad Armen and I got talking the other day and he told me that you were having a pretty tough time in college, that you'd been dating a beautiful girl who you found out was cheating on you, and that you just wanted to give up.
Believe you me, I've been there.
I did my homework on you first, though, talking not only to your mom and dad, but also to a couple of your former teachers and some of the kids who you went to school with, and I think you're a good candidate, a good kid who needs an escape from a long, arduous series of bad breaks.
You need a win, and I can help.
Oh hey, babe. Done filming? No, don't worry, Col, I'm just wrapping up. Go get changed, and I'll be ready by the time you're out of costume. Yes, I'm really telling him everything. Now scoot! No, don't kiss me until you wash up, otherwise you're gonna get make up all over me again! Go!
Heh.
I know, right? She's so out of my league, but if she doesn't think so, I guess I can't either.
She's my perfect woman, and I'm her perfect man, and what the rest of the world thinks, well it doesn't matter one fucking bit. That's the most important thing I learned, that as long as she's happy and I'm happy, nobody else's opinion matters even a little fucking bit.
That's what you're going to learn.
See, I'm going to give Harvey to you, Anton Tolkov, with the hopes that he can fix your life like he did mine. You've been listening to me tell you this whole crazy story without interrupting, and while I could tell there were a lot of points you thought I might have been out of my damn mind, but when Colleen gets back, if you ask her about this whole story, about Harvey, she'll tell you it's true, it's all true, every insane last word of it.
(She might be surprised I talked about our sex life so candidly with the nineteen-year-old son of the head of on-set security, but I feel like you deserve to know what you're getting yourself into, so I didn't want to leave any of it out. And hey, maybe I liked talking up Harvey's skills a little.)
You've got the bracelet now, and Harvey might start speaking to you eventually, or he might not. But even if he doesn't talk to you, he's going to guide you through what you need to get to where you're going, to find the person you're going to want to be with for the rest of your life.
Because magic fucking rules.
But sometimes you have to have a little faith to go along with the magic.
So here endeth the story.
That was quick, hon! No no, I'm just wrapping up. Anton's going to take good care of Harvey, and vice versa. You'll keep us posted on how it's going, right, Anton? I'd wish you good luck, kid, but you're not going to need it, because you've got Harvey looking out for you, and, other than Colleen, Harvey was the best thing to ever happen to me.
No, you're right, Col. The best thing to ever happen to us.
If we're honest.
Comments
Ian B
Loved this story. Glad I got this read
Wonderful finish to a great series. Thanks kindly for sharing it with us!
Joel M Frye
"... the road not traveled is always less interesting than the one we're actually on, no matter how much it pulls on the frayed loose threads of our imagination.” Beautifully poetic prose, CP. One of the most memorable lines I've read in quite some time. Genius.
Old Dragon
Beautiful! And the one I was wishing for, If I'm honest.
