Chapter 2 - Lanie Propositioned

ROY FAITH

It’s the most important Friday evening of my entire life. As we approach the end of our cul-de-sac and my parent’s double garage, I slow the Tesla and then swing it left onto our otherwise empty driveway. I glance out and up at our house in front and then at Lanie on my right. My heart flutters again. There were moments this week when I honestly didn’t believe tonight would happen. When I doubted Lanie would even come and stay while my parents were away. That’s how insecure I am about her lately.

I have to stick to the plan for this evening though. Get the timing of everything just right. But how I need the relief of hearing her say ‘Yes’.

And she has to say ‘Yes’. Please, God.

“You OK?” I ask her.

“Yep,” she says, and tonight more than ever, each beautiful smile from her makes my heart swell. But it makes it ache too.

I lean across to kiss her and she presses her lips back against mine. She didn’t put perfume on to come but I don’t care about any of that. All that matters is hearing she’ll be mine. Forever. All that matters is knowing she and I are back on track. The way we used to be.

Lanie peers down at her seatbelt and as she unbuckles it, her golden-brown hair falls around the shoulders of her baggy, azure-blue sweatshirt. My girl looks good no matter what she wears.

“You sure you’re happy to be here?” I look her in the eye.

“Yes,” she emphasizes the word but rolls her eyes. “I want a takeout tonight though,” she says, “Italian?”

I smile and kiss her again. “I’m going one better than that,” I say to prime her. Even if I shouldn’t. “And I’ve got something else for you too. Something very special.”

“That sounds interesting,” she smiles and grabs her door handle.

This has to go right.

I hesitate a second before I get out too. I give myself a moment just to steal a glance at the skin-tight, PVC-look leggings and admire my girl as she strides to the trunk of my car.

Then I join her there and open the trunk up for her. I grab her overnight holdall.

“I can carry it myself Roy,” she says but I take her hand with my free one and lead her past the conifers down our wide, paved drive. A drive that even with my motor on it, looks bare without my Pop’s Audi here too.

“I know you can carry it yourself,” I squeeze her hand, “but I like to do things for you.”

“So don’t keep looking at me as if you think I don’t want to be here,” she says as we near the front door, “Roy, I wouldn’t come if I didn’t want to.”

“I know,” I say but her words stab me with fear again about an unthinkable negative response to what she’ll see and what she'll be asked.

Have I gone too far with what I’ve done in the dining room?

At the front door with my key, my speeding heart thumps in my chest. I don’t like changing plans, but I could show her and do it right away. So I don’t fret over it for hours.

In through the door and I steel myself. Just because Joe suggested she might not be ready, that doesn’t mean he’s right. Lanie isn’t Rachel. And I can’t wait any longer. I need the certainty of knowing she’s mine.

“Something smells nice,” she says in the hall. Her upturned nose twitches and she peers toward the kitchen.

“I told you I’m doing something special for you,” I say, but what I haven’t told her is that the smell is my discarded earlier attempts at the Lasagne recipe I’ve been practicing cooking for her all week. The dish is her favorite. And I’ve finally got the hang of it now. So my latest attempt will be served with the Champagne I bought.

“It’s so quiet too,” Lanie says softly when I’ve disabled the alarm.

It’s true. This is the first time we’ve had the place to ourselves for more than one night since we started dating.

“Yeah,” I nod, “and it’ll stay that way the whole weekend while my parents are away. Just me and you, Lane.” I drop her bag near the front door and pull her into my arms. I hug her and kiss her.

To hell with the plan. I have to do this right away. I take a deep breath and ready myself to show her.

“I wanted to talk to you about the rest of the weekend,” Lanie disengages from me but keeps a hold of my hands. She looks into my eyes.

“You are staying here until Sunday night aren’t you?” My heart sinks.

“Yep,” she says and then presses her lips to mine again, “it's just that Kenzie asked me to go out with her tomorrow night.”

“Again?” My shoulders drop. And my stomach follows.

“She’ll be on her own tomorrow,” Lanie says, “And I won’t see her for ages when she goes off singing on that cruise ship, will I?”

“If you go out with her tomorrow then I’ll be on my own,” I say even though I’m probably whining. I visualize the dimpled, punky brunette who always wears all that makeup with those tiny skirts and high heels. I’m certain she’s a bad influence on my girl.

“Yeah but you’ve got a girlfriend, haven’t you?” Lanie’s brow knots, “Kenzie’s single.”

McKenzie Twist’s status is part of what concerns me about her.

“So you’ll be sleeping back at your Mom’s tomorrow night?” I ask her with my stomach in knots now, “You’re only here for one night?”

“No,” Lanie shakes her head, “I’ll go out from here tomorrow. Then get a cab back here after. Kenzie’s Dad drives one. Unless you’d prefer to take me and come pick us both up after?”

I sigh but hold my tongue.

“Don’t sulk and spoil tonight,” Lanie says in my bedroom and she kicks her Nikes off and then picks her toiletries bag from her holdall.

“I’m not sulking,” I say but it’s hard to disguise how pissed I am. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend since I learned my parents were going away. I thought Lanie and I would have a whole forty-eight hours with one another.

There was a time when she’d have been as thrilled as me about an opportunity like this.

“You are sulking,” she frowns at me like the most gorgeous ever stern schoolteacher, and like she’s scolding a student. Her index finger strokes my lips though and she looks down her nose at me. Then she smiles.

“I love you so much Lane,” I sigh, and how I mean it.

“And I love you too,” she says.

There! She confirmed it again!

And she might change her mind about going anywhere once she sees what I’ve done. Let me get her to the dining room.

“So are you going to take me to bed?” she asks and wraps her arms around my neck. She squeezes her breasts against me and nuzzles my ear.

Shivers ripple down my back.

“What? Right now?" I ask, "But I thought we...”

“Why not? We’ve got the whole house to ourselves, haven’t we?” she asks softly and her steely blue eyes hypnotize me as much as her fingers caressing my hair and the back of my head.

I let my hand drift to the shiny fabric of her leggings and I caress one of her hips. The firmness underneath makes my whole body throb with love and desire for her.

“Do you still like my butt in these?” she whispers and then disengages from me again. She turns around to show me, “You always said you liked me in Rachel’s leggings.”

“I love your butt in anything you wear,” I say and pat her there with both hands, my penis stiffens, “And especially in nothing at all. But I love every inch of you.”

“So let’s go to bed,” she grabs one of my hands.

This evening wasn’t supposed to happen this way around, but how can I resist?

Near my bed, Lanie releases my hand and tugs her sweatshirt up over her head. She shakes her long, golden-brown hair free.

“You’re so beautiful, Lanie,” I gaze at her hourglass figure in her lacy white bra. She could be a model. Everyone says it. But thank God she’s not that type of girl.

“You better show me that then, hadn’t you?” she eases the borrowed leggings down over a tiny ‘V’ of white cotton panties between her thighs.

“Lane, will you do a dance for me again when you’ve got your clothes off?” I ask and slip my shoes off. I open my shirt and take that off too, and then I drag my pants over my shorts and erection and down to my ankles.

“A little one, maybe,” she says and steps out of her leggings. She stands there smiling in only the white panties and bra and she takes my breath away.

“Oh hell, Lanie,” I groan and shake my head. The bulge in my shorts is blatant and Lanie comes for it.

“Mmm,” she rubs it through my pants and kisses around my ear.

I kiss the rounded flesh between her bra cups and honestly, thank God she changed her mind about Uni. There’d have surely been guys there who’d have moved heaven and earth to get with my girl.

Lanie stops touching my shorts and she undoes her bra and pulls it away from her body. Her breasts sway free, the flesh there paler than her arms and shoulders.

I pull her back to me and draw a pink nipple into my mouth. It hardens between my lips. “I still don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you,” I mumble around her cleavage and hold her tiny waist with both hands.

“Duh, helped me with my Business Studies homework?” She says above my head and then laughs.

“I don’t think so,” I move my attention to her left nipple and kiss that, “You and I both know who the smartest one was.”

“And I still am,” she says, “But look at me now.”

I peer up at her and she’s got that faraway look in her eye again.

“Hey, come on,” I raise my head and kiss her nose. “No beating yourself up again about dropping out. That kind of talk’s banned this weekend. You can’t mention all that again until next week.”

Lanie smiles again and squeezes me to her, she squashes her bare breasts against my chest. “That’s why I love you, Roy Faith. You always make things better.”

“Do that dance for me Lane,” I ask, exhilarated by another declaration of her love and conscious of the stiff bulge in my shorts, I sit back on my bed and gaze up at her.

Lanie rolls her eyes but then she grins down at me. She lifts both arms high, drawing her bare breasts up too. She weaves her hands and fingers through her lustrous hair then allows her locks to cascade about her shoulders again. She keeps her arms and hands high, twisting them like charmed snakes. Her eyes and dilated pupils lock on mine and she sways her hips right to left, her bare breasts following more slowly. She’s like a fantastical, spellbinding belly dancer, like my exotic dancer.

She’s such a great mover. A fantastic dancer.

Lanie inches around in front of me on her bare feet. She shows me her perfect profile, one side view of her magnificent breasts, one side view of an impudent, round rear that sometimes feels almost too sublime to sully with my eyes. Her hips keep swaying, her arms gyrating, her fingers flicking at her hair as she rotates.

“Now you can get your shorts down,” she announces with her back to me.

“Don’t you want me to use my tongue on your first, Lane?”

“You can do that afterward. I don’t want you rushing it again because you’re desperate to cum. Get your shorts down now.”

I love it when she talks that way to me. 

I raise my hips from my sitting position on the bed and shove my shorts past my knees to my ankles.

I’ve never admitted it to her, but I prefer kissing between her legs after I’ve been inside her. When some of my own ‘stuff’ sometimes goes in my mouth. Even though it feels weird. Lanie knows it sometimes goes in my mouth. She told me she likes that. But she doesn’t know what else goes through my head when I taste it.

“Right; now you can take me to bed,” she faces me with a smile but now she ignores the exposed erection pointing up from between my thighs. She shoves me down onto my back. Then she clambers on top of me on the bed, straddling my waist and pinning my shoulders down with both her hands. She leans over me with her bare breasts in my face.

“Oh Lane,” I groan and strain my neck and shoulders upward to kiss her boobs some more.

“Mmm,” she moans and eases her lower body back, grinding the front of her panties on my erection.

“I wish I could make you cum sometimes when we do this Lanie,” I repeat my familiar refrain. But I need her reassurance on that again too.

“Mmm, you will make me cum,” she says and then releases the pressure on my shoulders. She plants her palms down on the bed on either side of my head, “Later.”

I ignore her swinging breasts in my face and I reach down between her legs. I ease her gusset aside. She’s not too wet, but it’s hot and so wonderfully soft.

“Uhhm,” she moans, “All I care about is making it up to my boy because I’m leaving him on his own tomorrow night,” she smiles down at me.

I grip my penis and ease my hips and buttocks back into the bed. Then keeping her panties to one side with the fingers of my other hand, I guide the head of my erection between her legs, right into her heavenly heat.

“Oh Lanie,” I groan as her pussy slides down my length and the tight, loving walls embrace me tight. I clutch her perfect hips.

Maybe this will be the time I make her climax.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Lanie’s breasts sway in my face and she slides her body around on mine, squeezing and milking my manhood. She leans down right over me, her hair trailing over my face before she blows it away and kisses me.

I pull her to me, crush her bare breasts against my chest, and run a hand over the creamy skin on the small of her back, over the top of her rear. “Oh, Lanie, Lanie,” I groan and thrust upward. “I’d do anything for you. You do know that, don’t you? I’d do anything to make you happy.”

“Uhh-ha, uh-ha,” she pants and moves back off me a little, her mouth open but her eyes closed as she rides. Her full breasts swing over me, synchronized like hypnotic, twin pendulums. She looks like such a dirty girl, rutting herself on my stalk.

I gaze up at her and stab my love the whole way into her. God, she looks so hot when she’s on top like this. I caress the indents of her slim waist, and clutch her rocking hips again. I let go of one of her hips and reach a palm up for her breasts again but then it’s all too much. Oh, no! “Uh Lane, Lanie, Uh uh uhhh,” I grasp her to me with both arms.

I lay back on my double bed for a moment and try to slow my breathing ahead of using my tongue on Lanie. But before I can, she climbs off me and out of bed.

“Where are you are going?”

“Shower,” she smiles over her shoulder.

Shower? Damn. “But I haven’t..,” my eyes indicate her butt.

“There’s plenty of time for that,” Lanie laughs, “I want to see the secret surprise you’ve got for me first.”

None of this is happening in the order I planned it.

I check the time on my phone. I’ll need to make a start on the meal too soon.

I replay the sex through my head again. Even though she didn’t climax, she was the one who instigated what we did. But now it's over, I wish I could shake the suspicion that she only suggested it because she knew I was upset about her going out tomorrow night.

Didn’t she hint at as much?

I’m still wondering about that when she returns to my room in a fluffy white guest bathrobe. “So what’s my surprise?” she asks and runs a brush through her damp hair.

“I’ll show you when I’m dressed,” I say and smile at her impatience.

“Just put your dressing gown on,” her eyes indicate my robe on a hook on the back of my door.

I climb off the bed and kiss her cheek. “You wait here until I call you,” I say and tie the robe around me, “I need to put the oven on too for dinner.” I head out of the room to the kitchen to do what I’ve said, but also, to find a lighter. And crucially, to retrieve the box.

A few minutes later when I’ve done what I need, I hold her hand outside the dining room door. The little box is in a pocket of my robe.

“I probably should have arranged the sequence of everything better this evening,” I say and gaze into her eyes, “This part really should have come when I was serving dinner. Or during it. And probably when we were dressed up.”

“Dress up for dinner? Er, no thanks,” she says and laughs, “Come on, don’t overanalyze stuff, Roy. I want to see what you’ve done.”

“Lanie you’re so impatient,” I smile and squeeze her hand. “But for certain things, the really important things in my life Lanie – like my relationship with you - then I’m impatient too,” I hold my breath and open the door to the dining room.

Lanie steps inside ahead of me.

“What?…Ohhh…” she draws out the second word in a deepr voice than normal.

I peer over her shoulder at the flickering candles on the oval dining table. At the white tablecloth and Moet bottle with two gold champagne flutes. At the cluster of red, helium-filled heart-shaped balloons and most importantly, at the five words spelled out by countless red rose petals grouped into letters across the table:

‘Lanie,

Will You

Marry Me?’

Behind her, as she stares, I pull the box with the ring in from my pocket and get down on one knee.

“Lanie?” I ask her back and her butt and I open the box to show her what I’ve bought.

She turns to me and then peers down.

“Roy-uh!” her hand is over her mouth.

“Will you marry me?” I repeat the words I crafted in roses and gaze up into her eyes.

She repeats my name.

“Was that a bit too much?” I glance at the table. I want her to nod her head about my previous question, I want her to laugh and to shout the words ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’

She doesn’t do any of that.

My face heats up and the silence roars in my ears so I stand again.

“What do you think?” I ask her with my voice cracking and the box with the ring still open to her. She hasn’t even looked at it.

“I think…I think…,” she says and she’s shaking her head, “Roy, we’re too young. And I don’t have enough to give you right now,” she says and that’s a frown, not a smile.

“Your parents got married at a similar age, Lanie,” my voice cracks again, “You told me that.”

“Exactly,” she nods.

“And what do you mean you ‘Don’t have enough to give’?”

“Roy, I dropped out of Uni. I don’t even have a career yet.”

“You think I care about any of that?” I shake my head and hold the top of her right arm. I gaze right into her eyes, “You can get a job if and when you’re ready. I don’t care whether you work or not. I just want you to be my wife. I know you’ve had a tough time since…you know.., but you had ambitions at college, the same as I did. You’ll probably have them again once you’re ready. But I wouldn’t care if you don’t. I’d support us both. As soon as I’ve passed my exams and I qualify. Lanie, I don’t care about anything as long as you’re with me. As long as you’ll be my wife.”

“Roy, how can I?”

“Easily,” I say and try to take her hand.

She won’t let me though and my stomach drops again.

“Just say ‘Yes’ Lane. We can figure the rest out.”

“Where would we even live?” She shakes her head.

“I’m working, aren’t I? I’m saving up for a deposit to get us a house. We’ll have one soon enough. You said you don’t like living at home now. You can have your own place. You and me. You’ll see. Until then we can just be engaged.”

“I don’t like it at home. Not when that awful man from next door is always there.”

“So marry me!”

“You put me on a pedestal Roy,” she sighs, “You’re the only boy who ever saw me for more than the way I look.”

“That’s exactly where you should be Lanie. On a pedestal,” I try again to get a hold of her hand. “I’d worship you forever.”

“But I don’t deserve it,” she looks like she’s about to cry, “It’s too much pressure.”

“You do deserve it. You deserve everything in the world, and I want to give it to you. Just say you’ll be my wife, Lanie.”

“I can’t,” she shakes her head and tears roll down her cheeks. “Roy, I should get dressed and go home. I’ll get a cab.”

“Lanie? No. I'm going to cook you a .."

"Roy, I want to go home."

Author's Notes

Let me know what you think about Roy and Lanie's relationship and how you imagine it progressing? Or maybe you don't think it will... What do you hope happens next to him and her?

Next week, in Chapter 3, the focus (and a dark shadow) enter Lanie's home. And the following week (30th August) Richmond Coyle lands center stage.

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