Substance

Chpt. 11 I will be Anything

And it seemed to work. Knowing her father was not known to mince words, a quality he surely inherited from his mother, Abuela Sonja, he spoke up at the table making eye contact with Courtland throughout the evening. When the young man met his gaze, steadily, he neither averted his eyes nor did he back down from Mr. Varges’s stare, which made him take a liking to Courtland immediately. He admired that the young man was intent on being with his daughter. He liked even more that Courtland was a man with a plan and did the right thing by his daughter. In his opinion Courtland was a much better man than the other men he had heard about Veronica dating. And was glad to have met him he said before dinner was done, even going so far as to invite Courtland over to their home to watch a soccer match. At that last statement all three Varges women turned to Cipriano, shocked. He had never invited anyone of his daughters’ male friends to his home, especially upon first meeting them. Cipriano even caught Norm by surprise with the invitation. He had to wait months before Mr. Varges could even set foot in the man’s house on invitation and that still didn’t happened until he had bought the man enough scotch to fill a liquor cabinet.

When the night was over Courtland and Veronica parted ways with a not so sweet and innocent kiss, promising to call each other once they were settled into their homes well enough. It seemed as if the night had gone off better than expected. She hadn’t expected her father to be so warm and welcoming with Courtland. She smiled to herself thinking about how hard Norm had had to impress her father to get into his good graces. And all it took was one single dinner for Courtland. Veronica thought that Courtland could even call her father Papito and Cipriano wouldn’t bat an eyelash. It gave her a little bit of an ego boost to know that she had one-upped Claudia that time.

The fact that Courtland had charmed her parents and for her father to actually like Courtland seemed to have lifted a heavy weight from her shoulders. Though she tried to tell herself that she didn’t need the approval of anyone the fact that she had wanted it so badly made it feel like she needed that validation, especially for Courtland because she felt like he could be the one for her. Though the beginning of Summer Fiesta was soon approaching, her stress level had gone down markedly. At that point in time in her life things couldn’t have been better, yet there was still one thing she wanted.

The next evening, Veronica set out of her house with a plan. She had called ahead and made sure that the club she made reservations at had a ramp for Courtland and even making sure that they would have a secluded corner from the rest of the club goers. She was going to seduce Courtland in sweetest way she knew how; sabotage. She purposely set things up so that she would end up over his house the next evening. Dressed comfortably in a cocktail dress Veronica and Courtland arrived at the club before the musicians just enjoyed being with eachother. The beautiful night with the moon so full and aglow, lighting the streets was nothing compared to the sight Courtland had his eyes set on for the entire night.

They had gone out to listen to jazz music from some varying artists that Courtland wouldn’t have been able to name if someone had paid him. During a brief intermission, when the band left the stage and the crowd mingled with each other Courtland attracted the attention of the club owner and was treated to a complimentary bottle of sweet tasting wine. He also got more than his fare share of looks from a few of the single ladies in the crowd. When Veronica spotted them she made sure to lean in closer to him. It was a warm night but she still found reason to snuggle up closer to him and just inhale his scent and calmed by his demeanor. Through the middle of the set, she lovingly fed him fruits and cheeses as she sipped at the intoxicating mix of berries from the wine. And he bought her a single white rose to place in her hair, and he fell a little more in love with her.

By the time the club was set to close Veronica feigned a slight buzz. She contemplated slurring her words even, to make it believable but she didn’t want to make it seem as if she were a complete drunkard. In the off chance that he sent her home with a solitary goodnight kiss she still wanted to be able to retain the ability to call for her own cab. She exclaimed that she didn’t want the night to end so he let her into his apartment where Veronica slipped her heels off and he got a glass of water for her. They sat and talked for a while and they kissed for a while longer until Veronica slid into his lap as he carried her to his bedroom, flipping the lights on as they entered.

For whatever reason she became nervous, butterflies fluttering in her belly, fit to lift her off her feet. The way Courtland affected her both scared and surprised her all at the same time. But when she stared deep into his eyes, her nerves melted all the way down to her core. Veronica slowly undressed before Courtland and he let his eyes take a tour of her softly curved body. When she thought he had had his fill, she climbed into bed as he did the same.

They sat and held each other, getting use to the feel of each other’s nakedness before they returned to kissing. Their mouths imitated a sweet sensual act as their hands traveled each other’s bodies slowly gliding over the very plains of their smooth skin. He nibbled at her lips, then her chin and ear lobe, while his hand settled atop the curls at the apex of her thighs.

She grew brave and pushed him down unto the mattress and straddled his waist, then placed his hands on her body. She leaned down and kissed his lips and then his neck. Using her tongue, she trailed her way down the rest of his torso and stopped, turning her heated gaze to him as if seeking permission. She took for consent him licking his lips and grasped the length of him, molding her hand to him. He groaned once and then she placed him inside her mouth. She coaxed him to his full girth and then raised herself up. She wanted to be with Courtland the only other way that they could be and Courtland wanted only to please her.

She mounted him slowly and eased him inside her damp, snug heat. They came together then, gliding into the warm welcome of each other, groaning in unison, as they became one. They wrapped each other in the embrace of passion and lost time. Where she ebbed, he flowed and they gave themselves over to the rhythmic flow of their bodies meeting each others. The steady, constant onslaught of heat between the two of them, made their bodies slick with the sweet tension of their ministrations. Try as she might she wanted to make it all last longer than her body was willing to but she couldn’t. Sooner than she thought she felt herself rising up, higher, passed the peaks of conscious thought and she let go screaming her release just as she felt Courtland unleash his bellow of satiation. Together they descended their rapturous heights and lay snuggling each other.

When she awakened she did so alone. She padded around the apartment barefoot until she found him in his front room naked save a pair of shorts, painting. She leaned down and kissed his neck before she finally noticed that the picture coming forth from Courtland’s hands was of her. It was merely a silhouette of her body, entangled in the bed sheets that now adorned his bed, but it was clearly her, entirely with her mass of stubborn curls.

“Courtland, it’s beautiful,” she commented in awe.

“Not really. Not compared to the real thing,” he said turning to her then. He reached for her and pulled her unto his lap. “Let’s go shower together.”

“Okay.”

“And Veronica.”

“Yes?”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“How so?”

“I knew you weren’t drunk.”

Veronica laughed. Some how she knew that he knew it was all a ruse but that still didn’t stop her, “For you sweetie, I will be anything.”

 ***Aren't they a cute couple?***