Chapter 44

The Esplanade Convention Center was buzzing with activity. The paparazzo were out in force trying to capture images of the rich and famous, participants of the annual charity dinner. The men were mostly dressed in classic black tie but the ladies wore a stunning array of styles and colors. Classic to avant garde was on parade and the onlookers were eating it up. They were also appreciative of the beauty being flaunted. Along with the beautiful dresses and glittering jewellery many of those attending were very pretty indeed, both the men and women. Most of the idle rich spent their time with trainers and in salons maintaining their physiques. Others went the other way because, fuck you, if great food and wine is meant to be enjoyed why not enjoy it to excess!

As their limo pulled up to the red carpet in the underground entrance of the Esplanade Rachel was trembling with excitement. She'd always wanted to walk the red carpet. Ed was looking a little stunned but he was doing his best to hide it.

Just like he was doing his best to hide his very large and visible erection against the damn tight pants Rachel and Grace had insisted he get with the tuxedo. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off Rachel as she looked incredible in the deep shimmering purple dress which left her shoulders exposed and had an expanse of lace over her chest that did little to hide her impressive assets. Ed swore the lace accentuated her round, firm- He moaned quietly as he throbbed once more.

Rachel's luxurious red hair was artfully teased up onto her head exposing the soft skin of her long neck. Ed struggled to keep from kissing her neck and to keep his fingers out of her red locks.

The car came to a stop and Ed stepped out. He walked around to Rachel's door and tried to ignore the flashes popping in his vision. He opened the door and offered her his hand. Her soft fingers settled in his and she stepped from the car and smiled demurely at him.

They began their walk.

Ed was taken aback at the thunderous yelling and the almost violent lightshow coming from the paparazzo. He felt a gentle tug from Rachel's hand on his arm and they stopped briefly to face the cameras. If anything the noise got louder.

Then they continued on their way. Once they were out of range the noise dropped considerably.

Rachel leaned close to Ed and he felt her trembling. "Oh my god Ed! That was almost worth paying the price for dinner tonight," she said quietly just for him. Between them she brushed her fingers lightly across his bulge and her shiver intensified. "Ohhh, if there was a way to take care of this right now I would!"

He discreetly adjusted himself and they approached the door. A few couples were waiting their turn before them. At the door was a slim man with thin hair who was holding a printed list of names. He was gracious and professional as he greeted the couples. As the man identified each guest he would smile, hand the ladies a ticket and gesture for them to enter. Ed wondered what the ticket was for. There was so much new and strange going on here he was trying his best to fit in so Rachel would continue to enjoy the experience.

Then it was their turn and the man was giving them the once over. Ed remained silent and stood slightly to the side as Rachel approached. The man lifted his nose to look at Rachel.

"Rachel Thompson and Edward Walters, guests of Tristan and Dale Grant," she said with a smile.

Ed noticed the man's nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned to look at the list. Ed's eyes snapped to the papers and the name Dale jumped out immediately. Just below that was Rachel's and his name.

"Hmmm, I don't see your names-" the man began with an odd tone in his voice as he pursed his lips like he'd tasted something foul. Ed saw Rachel begin to stiffen. Doubt slipped into her eyes.

"Actually, our names are on line fourteen of the page you're holding just below 'Dale and Tristan Grant'. Maybe you didn't see it because the names are in reverse order on the paper," Ed said in a friendly way as he leaned his large body in towards the man to point at the paper.

The doorkeeper leaned away from Ed who continued to smile and point to the names. Rachel's expression quickly passed from doubt, to surprise, then anger and finally to satisfaction as the little man begrudgingly acknowledged their names were on the list after all, clearly intimidated by Ed.

He gestured for them to enter and they started but Ed turned back and held out his hand. The man looked at Ed nervously.

"Rachel's ticket," Ed said with a smile.

"Ah! Y-yes- ah, let me get that," he said in a rush and handed Ed the ticket. Ed raised it and smiled at the man. He missed seeing the man flinch but Rachel saw it and enjoyed it. They moved further down the hall.

"I don't know what the ticket is for but all the ladies were getting one so you should hold onto it," Ed said, oblivious to the man's foiled effort to embarrass them.

The ticket went into her clutch purse and she hooked her arm through as they made their way into a large open area. The theme was Winter Festivities so the huge hall was decorated in white and silver. Artfully positioned spot lights made the crystals sparkle and glitter. Ed was mesmerized and grinned in childlike wonder. Rachel enjoyed his excitement.

They made their way further into the room nodding and smiling to the guests who looked their way. There was a bar along one wall and people were milling about in small groups, talking, drinking, laughing, and generally people watching.

"Edward, could you get me a glass of white wine?" Rachel asked.

"Certainly. Don't leave without me!" he said with a smile and she shook her head.

When he returned with two glasses of white wine Rachel was standing beside a very tall, slim and lovely strawberry blonde woman who could have been a little younger than Rachel. She was holding the arm of an equally tall and slim man with greying blond hair. He appeared to be much older than his companion. Rachel was smiling broadly so Ed smiled at the newcomers and handed Rachel her wine.

"Thank you Edward! I'd like to introduce you to the very generous and gracious couple who invited us to the event. Dale and Tristan Grant."

"So this is the man Rachel talked about all through lunch yesterday!" Tristan said with a big teasing grin, her strong southern accent jumping out at him. Rachel blushed and Ed shook the woman's hand.

"It's very nice to meet you," Ed said with a blush of his own.

"Oh my goodness! I'm just teasing Edward but now I want to know all the secrets!" the woman gushed with a huge smile.

Dale rolled his eyes at his wife's antics and held out his hand to Ed.

Ed was a little surprised by the strength of the man's grip but he equalized the pressure and something in the man's eyes changed. He looked at Ed's hands and noticed they showed some small scars.

"You a wine drinker Ed?" Dale's voice was deep and gravelly, the roughness a little like what Angie's voice had.

"Not really. I rarely drink but it seems to be the social thing to do. I didn't know what else to order," Ed confessed.

"I'm dry so let's head over to the bar and get you a good drink," he suggested and Rachel nodded so he let the man lead him away.

Once they were alone Tristan looked at Rachel with a twinkle in her eye. "He's delightful!"

"Yes, he's pretty amazing." Rachel agreed glancing back in the direction Ed had gone.

Tristan heard the love in Rachel's voice and got a little worried. She'd seen other women in the group fall in love with their young lovers only to be emotionally destroyed when these young men moved on. In the short time she'd spent with Rachel at the luncheon she'd immediately clicked with her. Tristan listened to her inner voice believing to her core that there was wisdom in instinct. Rachel was good people. She and Dale had met so few when they moved here from Texas. They'd left behind their social connections and had made efforts here to connect with the 'right people'. Peers from their tier of society but there was always something lacking. Some were dull as plain crackers, others had no depth, and many had a weakness of moral values. She picked up immediately from Rachel that she was more right than any of the 'right people'. Now she may be setting herself up for heartache.

Her concern must have shown on her face as Rachel reached over and touched her hand. "You don't need to worry about me. It's good."

Tristan began to apologize but Rachel just shook her head with a grin. "Get to know Edward and you'll understand."

The blond looked curiously in the direction her husband had taken the young man.

Ed and Dale were standing at the bar where the older gentleman was schooling the bartender on what a good scotch was. Finally two tumblers were presented to them to his satisfaction. He handed one to Ed.

"Some toss this drink back and swallow it quickly but I personally feel that's an insult to the craftsmanship. This is your first exposure to scotch?" Dale asked Ed who nodded wide eyed. "Then take the scent first. Careful, even that can have a kick. Then take a sip, roll it on the tongue then swallow."

Ed placed his nose over the tumbler and sniffed cautiously. The scent was like nothing he'd smelled before. Spicy, hot, rich… he took a good sip and ran it over his tongue allowing it to slide back to be swallowed. The heat moved down his chest and his eyes watered a little as he hadn't been expecting that. The flavors in his mouth just continued to get better. He looked into the tumbler with a pleased look. He LIKED scotch! He looked to the man standing next to him and saw that odd expression again. Grace wasn't here to interpret them for him and Ed felt like he was being graded, like he was back in school. He looked the man in the eye.

"Have I done something wrong? You keep looking at me like my high school teachers used to. Well, most looked at me in disappointment. If you could tell me how I've offended you maybe I can do something about it."

The older man looked ashamed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. You aren't what I was expecting. In the past I've seen young men with some of the ladies here tonight and these men have always been soft, egotistical, self-centred sponges. Your hands have seen work like mine. You weren't threatened by my handshake and didn't try to show me up by overpowering my grip. You haven't tried to bullshit me by pretending to be worldlier than your age would typically allow. I'm sorry if I've offended you."

Ed nodded and looked back to his drink. He sipped some more, following Dale's instructions once more. After he enjoyed the warmth he looked back at the man.

"I don't know any of these other young men. I don't know why they would behave that way. It makes no sense to me but I don't get a lot of people's behavior. I guess I'm slow that way." He felt the warmth of the scotch slide along his limbs and he felt a little more relaxed. He took the last sip and smiled as he set the glass on the counter. "That is a very good drink!"

Dale liked this young man. He was refreshingly honest and amazingly centered. He hadn't flared with righteous indignation or false bravado. And he understood scotch! He grinned at Ed and Ed grinned back. He ordered Ed another drink then they made their way back to the ladies. Just before he arrived he looked over at Ed.

"You may want to nurse that one. Scotch is a strong drink that will catch you off guard if you aren't careful with it."

Ed looked at him and nodded seriously.

"Dale! You're not corrupting this delightful young man with that wicked drink are you?" Tristan chastised her husband with false outrage.

"No, I'm grateful he's introduced me to it. It's quite good! He's also told me to be careful with it." Ed exclaimed in defense of the older man who was grinning back at him.

Rachel smiled at Ed and took his arm to lean against him. He leaned towards her as well, enjoying the feel of her body. He returned the look of love and Tristan's eyes widened as she watched. She nodded to Rachel.

"Did you want to take a look at the items they are auctioning off?" Dale asked.

They made their way around the room looking at the prizes and the older man explained to Ed how a silent auction worked. He was pleased to see that Ed wasn't particularly awed by the hugely expensive prizes. They passed the bidding sheet for a fierce looking red sports car and Ed didn't even blink in its direction. Curious.

"Ed, if you don't mind me asking, what do you drive?" Dale asked.

"A 1980 Ford F150 pickup." Ed said absently as he looked at the next item up for auction. He wondered what anyone needed with a yacht that big. Maybe for a large family outing? He didn't notice the older man's delighted smile.

"You're happy with your truck?"

Ed looked at him. "Yes. It's been very dependable and I've used it at work for hauling heavy equipment to the hazardous waste center."

"Oh! What do you do for a living?" Dale asked.

"I work for Drakos Heating and Cooling. I've got my Universal Certification so I can work on any level of system we install or maintain."

"Do you enjoy it?"

Ed's face burst into a wide smile. "Yes! It's a great job!" He realized he should be polite and ask Dale a question as well. "What do you do for a living?"

The man took in Ed's open expression and saw he was just curious. "I'm retired now. I created a few businesses and ran them until they could run themselves then moved on to the next. Eventually I met this beautiful lady and running businesses just didn't appeal to me anymore."

Tristan smiled at her husband and Ed could see the love shining in their eyes. He hugged Rachel just a little bit tighter.

There was a chime and people began to move towards the far doors which led to the dining room. They were sharing a table with two other couples who didn't appear to be happy about it. Ed just did his best to be polite but his requests to a heavyset man to pass the water jug was ignored repeatedly. He resorted to waving to the man but after an annoyed glance he turned his face away from Ed.

Ed sat back in his chair in surprise. He knew the man saw him. The tables were fairly close together so getting up to walk around the table to get to the water was going to be difficult as well. He pondered what to do.

Tristan and Dale shared a look and the older man was about to say something when Ed stretched his arm out to reach across the table for the jug. He almost had it but suddenly it tipped over away from him. The water splashed across the table and doused the rude man and his equally unpleasant wife.

Ed jumped to his feet and tried to move to help the sputtering couple but they just shrieked at him. Dale was immediately at Ed's elbow and his presence seemed to take the venom out of the words the couple were venting at Ed. They turned and left with what little dignity they retained. The other couple got up and moved to a table across the room which had two open seats. Staff quickly appeared and dealt with the mess and removed the place settings leaving just the four of them at the table.

Dale and Ed sat back in their chairs and Ed's face was burning with shame.

"I'm so sorry for making such a scene! I'm such a klutz!" Ed apologized.

"Nonsense! If that fool hadn't been so busy being a prick and ignoring you he would have stayed dry." Dale said with a grin.

"Besides, now we have the table to ourselves!" Tristan smiled kindly at him.

Ed felt better and Rachel leaned over and gave him a kiss which certainly lightened his mood. He blushed again but this time it was for Rachel.

Tristan smiled at her husband who took her hand in his.

Dinner was served and it was delicious. Ed was surprised at first by the small portions on the plates considering the cost but it soon made sense to him as course after course was brought out. Dale, Tristan, and Rachel turned some away when they were brought out though she kept a few just to transfer the food to Ed's plate.

Once they finished their dessert Dale and Ed visited the bar once more to bring back scotch for themselves and wine for the ladies. They talked and laughed, enjoying each other's company. Rachel told them all about their group of friends and she saw the look of longing in Tristan's eyes. She insisted they come over for dinner and sample some of Ed's famous steak seasoning and meet the group.

Dale's eyes lit up with the mention of barbequed steaks and Tristan was thrilled and nodded. The group toasted to celebrate their new friendship.

Several celebrities made speeches extolling the virtues of the charity and everyone clapped politely.

Then the charity organizers made their speeches and announced the winners of the silent auction. The yacht went to the couple who'd moved to another table. The red sports car went to a fellow who looked too big to fit inside. The cottage went to another older couple. There were several smaller items and Ed noticed that no one really looked happy about the items they'd bought. He thought that was really strange.

Then the organizers mentioned the door prizes. Third prize was a romantic get-away for two at a luxury all-inclusive couples resort in Barbados for one week. Second prize was a very cute little Italian car. Great for getting around the city in. The grand prize was a villa in Italy worth over a million dollars.

Ed wondered how the charity made money considering the value of the prizes. He nudged Rachel to get the ticket out of her purse and Tristan was grinning at his excitement. Both she and Dale were holding tickets.

"Didn't you get a ticket Ed?" the older gentleman asked.

"No, I guess he forgot," Ed said and shrugged. Dale shared a look with his wife and Rachel.

The organizers began calling out the numbers on the ticket for third prize and Rachel's smile began to disappear as each number called lined up with the numbers on her ticket. She sat frozen as the last number was called and it was her ticket! Ed cheered then blushed at his outburst but Dale and Tristan were right there with him. They pushed Rachel to get up and walk up to the stage to collect her reward.

Rachel's head was swimming and her skin was tingling madly. She'd never won anything before in her life! She gave her name and telephone number and handed over her ticket. She was giddy with elation and accepted the envelope from the woman standing at the podium after her ticket was confirmed to be the winner. The woman's smile was stiff and didn't reach her eyes but Rachel never noticed as she turned back to her table and held up the envelope.

Once more Ed cheered for the beautiful woman dancing back to their table. She looked so happy.

Rachel sat down and pulled the voucher from the envelope. She read it and her face dropped. "It's for next weekend!" she cried.

"So?" Ed asked.

"It's a couples resort!"

Ed pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at his calendar app. He saw that Mr. Drakos had posted the updated schedule for the shopping complex. It was November 28th. He could finish his inspections this week and they were not working on the building the following two weeks so the other trades could work in piece exclusively.

"I'll be available," he said.

"You should take the tickets and go with Grace!" Rachel said.

"No! You won, you should get to go! Besides she has classes."

"Who is Grace again?" Tristan asked curiously.

"Edward's… girlfriend?" Rachel said as she looked at Ed for clarity on what he considered Grace to be.

Tristan's eyes went wide. "Girlfriend?!?"

Rachel chuckled and patted her friend's hand. "It's a long story which requires more privacy."

The organizers were ready to announce the ticket number for second prize. The numbers were read out steadily and Tristan pouted after the third number. When the number was complete people were looking around but no one moved.

Dale showed his ticket to Tristan who clapped her hands. He gestured towards Ed and she nodded.

"Ed, why don't you take my ticket since they didn't give you one."

"But you could win that Italian villa!" he exclaimed.

"I already have one," the man said dismissively.

"Are you sure?" Ed asked.

"Yes!"

Ed took the ticket from the man's fingers then his eyes picked up the number on it. He locked eyes with Dale. "This is the winning ticket for second prize!"

"Yes and if you don't go claim the prize immediately they will pick someone else's number. Someone undeserving."

Ed stood and held the ticket up.

"We have a winner!" he heard the organizer say. He made his way up to the stage and faced the woman who seemed to be a little flustered as she cracked a smile at him. She validated his ticket, took his name and telephone number then presented him with an envelope. He immediately looked inside and found a voucher from a dealership for the sporty little car. He blinked at the woman. He'd never won anything before and didn't really know what to do next.

She softened as she saw his lost expression. "You take this to the dealership listed and show them your identification. They'll give you the car. It's all paid for though they may try to get you to buy an extended warranty or something like that."

"Thank you so much!" Ed exclaimed.

The woman gave him a genuine smile at last and he made his way back to the table. He gaped at the couple.

"Why did you just give me a car?"

Dale chuckled. "Ed, it cost us nothing and we have no need for another car, especially one neither of us would fit into. We're too tall! You may be a little too wide in the shoulders," Dale said giving Ed's shoulder width an assessing look.

"Do you think Grace might like to replace hers? I think she'd love the little car." Rachel said. "For Christmas?"

Ed's face lit up as he thought of how excited she'd be. He swept forward and kissed Rachel until she was panting. When he pulled back both of their faces were flushed and he was seriously tenting his pants. Rachel glanced down then back up into his eyes. Her look promised a night of passion.

Their companions were looking at them in interest and more than a little confusion.

The numbers were read out for the grand prize Italian villa and a cheer went up at a table across the large dining room.

As the woman claimed her prize Ed noticed people were heading for the exit. He wondered if the event was over.

Dale leaned over to catch their attention. "There's a very nice nightclub at the top of the hotel attached to the convention center. We were planning on going up for a drink and maybe do a little dancing. Could we convince you two to join us?"

Rachel gave Ed a hopeful look and he just smiled and nodded.

"I'm not a very good dancer," he confessed.

Rachel patted his hand and he caught her fingers and brought them up to his lips. She gasped quietly as he caressed her knuckles softly. She turned to Tristan.

"Maybe for a short while," she breathed. Tristan giggled.

Ed ensured his prize envelope was secure inside his jacket pocket and Rachel checked her clutch once more to ensure her envelope was there. They followed their friends out of the convention center into the adjoining hotel and took the elevator up to the nightclub.

The doorman nodded to Dale and a hostess led them to a lovely table by the windows. They had privacy but could see the dancefloor and hear the music. It wasn't fast and loud as Ed was expecting. Instead it lent itself to dancing close and swaying slowly. He thought he could do that and was actually looking forward to holding Rachel against his body.

"Is this enough privacy to get an explanation of who Grace is? I don't mean to pry but I'm confused." Tristan asked Rachel and Ed. Her husband was watching attentively as well.

Rachel looked at Ed who gave her a questioning look in return. "Would you mind if I explained our relationship with our new friends?" she finally asked.

Ed shook his head. He trusted her so he just smiled.

Rachel looked over at Tristan. "Ed was orphaned when he was six and went to live with his mother's cousin. She had a daughter of her own named Grace. Ed grew up in their home and fell in love with Grace. She fell in love with him in return but neither confessed their love to the other."

She took Ed's hand in hers and smiled at him. "I met Ed when he was graduating from school and months later we began a relationship that was initially purely physical. But I found myself falling for him. He's a much better man than my ex-husband ever was. Grace and Edward came to live with me through circumstances beyond their control. They finally expressed their love for each other and Grace was the one who told me that Edward had also fallen in love with me."

Ed blushed and fidgeted as he rubbed his thumb across the back of Rachel's hand enjoying its softness.

"So Grace is your… second cousin?" Tristan asked and Ed nodded. "You're in a relationship with two women?" Tristan asked Ed.

Ed looked at Rachel who nodded to indicate it was ok. "Six," he replied.

Rachel's expression changed to surprise and Tristan and Dale jolted. "Are you in love with the others?" Rachel asked him quietly.

He glanced over at Tristan who was almost glaring at him. The intensity of her gaze was a little intimidating. "I- I don't know. I'm kind of confused about some, especially Zoe, but I can't deny I have feelings for them. With you and Grace I know it's love. If I have feelings for someone, even if I'm not sure it's love, shouldn't I say I'm in a relationship with them?" Ed asked, looking at the three listeners.

Dale cleared his throat and shifted in his chair. He was a little out of his element with such questions. He looked at Tristan hoping she might have an answer but she'd gone silent, watching the young man… and trembling.

Rachel smiled fondly at Ed. "Yes, I think it's the responsible thing to do. You should be as upfront and honest about your feelings as you can be so no one gets hurt."

Ed nodded as that matched his own reasoning. "Could we dance now?" he asked hopefully. He wanted to get away from Tristan whose gaze was really unnerving him.

Rachel stood up and they made their way down to the dance floor. She showed him how to hold her and he followed her steps until they were moving smoothly across the floor with the other dancers.

"I don't think Tristan likes me," Ed whispered.

"What makes you say that?" she exclaimed.

"I don't know. She was staring at me really hard and she seemed… angry?" Ed was floundering as he really wasn't good at reading people. If it hadn't been for the intensity of her reaction he might have not noticed. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Rachel in his arms. Soon he calmed down. They danced through another song then they headed back to the table. As they approached they saw Tristan and Dale had their heads together in deep conversation. Rachel looked at Ed who seemed genuinely worried. He stepped up to the table to address the woman.

"I've offended you somehow. I don't know what I did but I'm sorry I made you unhappy," he said to her. To Rachel Tristan seemed shaken by his apology.

"I told you. The man isn't playing a game. He's a straight shooter," Dale said to his wife. She still looked upset so he continued. "You trust your gut. Are you saying I shouldn't trust mine?"

Rachel and Ed sat down and she leaned towards the other woman. "Is your gut telling you Ed is being dishonest?"

"No. My instincts are telling me to trust my husband's estimation of Edward but… six women! I've seen too many friends taken in by a pretty face only to be crushed emotionally."

Rachel dropped her eyes to the surface of the table and took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts. When she looked into the anguished eyes of the woman across the table. "Listen, five of those women pursued an innocent young man and by any means we could devise lured him into our beds because we were lonely or bored or looking for a way to feel alive again. We never expected to connect emotionally to him or to find someone capable of so much compassion. Edward doesn't lie. It isn't in his nature but you have to be willing to see it. I'm truly sorry you aren't. Let's go Edward."

Ed looked at Tristan and saw she was trying to say something but Rachel was already moving away. He nodded to the two. "It was very nice to meet you both. Thank you for a lovely evening," he murmured and hustled after Rachel.

He caught up to her and followed her out of the nightclub. They entered the elevator and she pressed the button for the 15th floor. They went down three stories, the door opened and she stepped out. Ed followed with a puzzled expression. She pulled a room key card from her clutch purse and opened the door of room 1510. She looked back and took Ed's hand, pulling him gently into the room.

When the door closed behind them she touched a wall switch and a gentle light came up in the room down a small hallway. In the dim light in the hall Ed saw Rachel looking up at his face. "I'm sorry Tristan treated you like that."

He just shook his head and his eyes watched her lips. "I want to kiss you."

She smiled and he stepped forward to press himself against her body. All night he'd been wanting to do this. She tilted her head up and his lips gently pressed against hers. He sighed at how soft her mouth was against his. He stroked his bottom lip across hers and felt her breath catch. He stroked her mouth with his once more and Rachel moaned at his sensual touch. He lifted his hands and stroked the sides of her exposed neck. A shiver went through her body and she gasped. Then her tongue was in his mouth and Ed felt his body become lighter as his skin prickled with electricity. He moved his hands to her back and allowed them to slide down the silky fabric towards the curves of her ass.

Rachel's arms tightened their grip on him as she felt his hands descend. When he squeezed her ass she moaned into his mouth and kissed him almost feverishly. She missed his hands sliding up to undo the zipper on her dress until it began to slide down her body. She caught it before it fell off and pulled back from his lips with a grin.

"Cheeky fellow!" she grinned then gasped as he moved his mouth to her neck.

He felt her pulse racing under his lips as he kissed his way down the soft skin.

Moaning she let her dress fall as she moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt.

Ed pulled back to gaze in wonder at her bounty being supported by a demi cup bra. The cups barely contained her. He placed his hands under her tits and lifted them reverently. Her nipples appeared over the edges of the cups. He immediately sucked one into his mouth and Rachel cried out in bliss from the intense sensations. He gently squeezed and tugged on the second nipple as he stroked the first roughly with his tongue.

Rachel clutched at his head and pulled him tighter against her tit, threatening to suffocate him in her soft flesh.

Ed was tenting his pants painfully so he moved his hands down to undo his pants. She pushed his jacket back over his shoulders and tugged his bow tie loose. Then off went his shirt as he dropped his pants.

She needed him, now! She grabbed his hand and moved them out of the hallway into the bedroom proper. They tugged the rest of their clothes off, dropping them at their feet, and she pulled the comforter from the bed. Ed dragged her onto the bed and worshipped her tits with his mouth and hands until she was squirming with desire.

Then he moved lower. The heat coming from her pussy was intense and he dipped his tongue into her juices as she cried out, holding his head against her.

"Edward! Please! I need you inside me! Please!" she gasped as she pushed his head away from her sex.

Ed climbed up her body, his eyes filled with raw need. She saw his cock bobbing between his legs. He looked enormous! He still had issues with his size. The damage done by his peers when he was young, being called a freak and a monster, scarred his mind, leaving him terribly self-conscious of his size. When fully erect he was at least ten inches in length and dauntingly thick!

He was running that heavy and hot flesh across the opening of her pussy, making himself wet and slick with her juices. She moaned and closed her eyes in bliss. Her eyes shot open when the thick head pressed into the opening and he drove himself three inches into her heat. Fuck! He was spreading her wide!

Rachel cried out and pulled at his body as she desperately wanted more. He knew better and slowly increased the pace of his thrusting until he was driving himself into her depths. She was almost frantic by that point and he thought she might finish too soon so he held himself still, his cock deep inside her and she calmed.

He kissed her hard, his tongue caressing hers, and felt her tension melting in his arms. When he began to move again she fell into a natural rhythm with him until they were both feeling the oncoming wave of ecstasy approach.

"I love you Rachel," he whispered, looking down into her beautiful eyes.

"Oh Edward, I love you so much!" she gasped in return as they began to lose control over their pace. Their need for release overwhelmed them. Their bodies ground together and shook as each reached their limit.

Ed's muscles tightened as he felt surge after surge of cum jet from his cock into Rachel. He felt lightheaded from the sudden release and little bursts of light seemed to be flashing behind his eyes.

Rachel's body felt like it was going to shake itself apart. Sparks rushed outwards from her pussy and she clung to the large man who drove bolt after bolt of lightning into her. She cried out and wrapped her legs around his ass and held him tight to regain some control over herself. Gradually her mind settled back inside her body and she lay spent under the weight of his large body.

Sensing Rachel was finished, Ed slipped his softening cock from her and moved to lie beside her. She gasped gently at his withdrawal and settled herself against his side, kissing his shoulder fondly. He smiled at her and sighed with happiness.

They lay there together, each coming down from the incredible rush.

Ed gradually became aware of some details of the room. It was very nicely appointed with comfortable looking chairs, a desk to work at, a large cabinet with big doors and drawers underneath. Then he noticed the small suitcases.

"Whose suitcases are those?" Ed asked.

"Ours. While we were out shopping for our outfits for the party I asked Angie to pack a few items for us for tomorrow morning. She also got us the room and put the key in my clutch purse." Rachel said with a grin.

"It's nice to have such good friends!" Ed sighed and Rachel giggled. She slipped from the bed to use the washroom then settled back in next to him.

With mutual deep sighs of happiness they slipped into a deep, satisfied sleep.