The difference was, Aden was obviously drunk, while everyone else was only pleasantly buzzed. Tilly’s expression showed she had become irritated with him. She dragged him into another room, and you could hear voices raised. He said something, and there was the sound of a slap that was soon followed by the front door slamming. This was great, better than dinner theater. Everyone sat in stunned silence until I got the giggles, which turned out to be infectious.
“Should someone go check on them?” I asked.
I think it was a case of ‘he who smelt it … dealt it’; or better yet, ‘not me.’ I grabbed Aubrey’s hand and made her go with me to see what had happened. We found Tilly sitting on the front steps, crying. I would have assumed that a crying girl would fall within the purview of another girl. Apparently, I would have assumed wrong. Aubrey advised me she would tell everyone that I was taking care of it.
I sat down next to Tilly and did what Dawsons do: stayed quiet.
“I simply don’t understand him sometimes. He’s at a formal dinner party with a job on the line, and he acts like he’s at an open bar at his cousin’s wedding. He’s 26, for Christ’s sake, not 21 …”
And she was off. I did a lot of nodding. From what she told me, they were best friends and not romantically linked. My gaydar hadn’t gone off, but I guess that really didn’t matter. I just couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t interested in Tilly. Then I remembered Tami and felt bad about even going there. I had no idea what their relationship entailed, and frankly, I didn’t exactly care.
She finally wound down and stopped crying. She needed a hug, so I put my arm around her. What surprised me was when she kissed me. Mr. Happy convinced me that if a girl kissed me, she wasn’t crying. In my defense, it made total sense at the time. I heard the door open, and someone clear their throat.
It was Aubrey. I pulled away from Tilly and smiled.
“See? I got her to stop crying,” I said.
“I see that. Just know, while that is a good way to accomplish that, it isn’t the best way when you have a date with you.”
“I’ll remember that, but you bailed on me,” I complained.
She sat down next to Tilly.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. David gave me some great advice, and then I kissed him.”
I was puzzled because I hadn’t said a word. I wanted to know what advice I gave because it seemed to work.
“He’s a good kisser,” Aubrey said.
“I hope you don’t mind. I kind of ambushed him,” Tilly admitted.
Aubrey cocked her head and then smiled. I reverted to Dawson mode when she leaned in and kissed Tilly. The gears in my brain came to a grinding halt as their kiss intensified. Then something clicked. While Aubrey gave me the best head of my life, we never had full-on sex. She and Adrienne were ‘good friends.’ I really was a ‘stupid boy’ sometimes. When Aubrey and Tilly stopped kissing, I had a huge smile on my face.
“Oh, oh. I think someone thinks he’s going to get lucky,” Aubrey said.
“Would that be so bad?” Tilly asked.
“From what my friend Adrienne says, no. She said he’s the best she’s ever had who was a man.”
I’d take that.
The front door opened, and my crew came out, ready to go. We said goodbye to everyone, and Tilly joined us in our limo back to the hotel.
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On the ride back to the hotel, Dad kept looking at me and then at Tilly and Aubrey as they had their heads together, whispering. Saul and Kelly ignored us. Dad leaned over so only I could hear him.
“Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”
“Any advice?” I asked.
“Not really. I just do what I’m told,” he admitted.
I just shrugged. It really wasn’t bad advice. I trusted that Tilly and Aubrey would figure things out. When we arrived at the hotel, Aubrey pulled me aside.
“Give me your room key and wait fifteen minutes before coming up. I want to do something special.”
I followed my dad’s advice and just went with the flow. Aubrey giggled when she saw me set the timer on my watch.
I think the timer was broken. After what seemed like half a day, it chimed to tell me to head up to the room. I knocked and heard Aubrey say to hang on. When she finally opened the door, I found Aubrey in her bra and panties.
Tilly was on the bed, naked. She’d been bound and blindfolded with my ties. Tilly had a good body, but it didn’t compare to Aubrey’s. Even at her age—27—she could easily still be a model. Tilly was shorter but had more curves, on the edge of being pudgy. With skin that was china white with little freckles all over it, she had nipples that were pinkish, a color you only find on redheads. She also had a full bush of blazing red hair.
“Want to play ‘connect the dots’ with her freckles?” Aubrey asked.
I just smiled and pulled Aubrey into a kiss. She helped me get undressed. I really should have hung up such an expensive suit, but I had other things on my mind. For example, Aubrey had grabbed Mr. Happy.
“I love your willy,” she said as she pushed me back against the bed and had me sit down.
