Chapter 4
Claire dated Randall all week. The first night he told her what Duke had said, but neither one of them had seen Duke since. Stanley fired him after Claire left and not even Stanley knew where he was.
Claire wasn't seeing Mark this night. It was her brother's poker night and she wanted to go over and flirt with some of his friends. Claire had it made at Geoffrey's house. He wouldn't allow his friends to hurt her and she could flash a glimpse of thigh at them or lean over showing them cleavage and they'd have to leave her alone.
Claire was a flirt. She was the type who liked working the guys into a lather with her looks then letting them stew over it. She'd never actually had sex with a man. She came close a couple of times, but that's as far as it went.
When she got to her brother's place, Phillip and Quinton were arm wrestling on the coffee table and Geoffrey was out buying beer. Claire came in and plopped down on the sofa. Her tight shorts rode high as she sat, but Phillip knew better than to look. He got burned too many times for that. Geoffrey caught him in the kitchen one night trying to cop a feel and from then on Phillip left her alone.
"Where's Geoffrey?" Claire said.
"Store." Phillip grunted, trying desperately to down Quinton's wrist.
"Who's coming over tonight?"
"Looking for new blood, Claire?" Phillip asked.
"Looking for new blood, Claire?" she mocked. "You're a prick, Phillip, you know that?"
"You're a cock tease, Claire, you know that?"
"Children, children!" Quinton said, downing Phillip's arm. "Let's not fight."
"Dick breath." Claire said.
"Ball crusher."
"Dork."
"Virgin." Phillip said, poking her arm with his finger.
"Kiss my rosy ass." Claire said, bending over.
"Come on, you two, enough already. God, you sound like a couple of school kids at recess."
"Shut up, Quinton." Claire said.
"Fine, I'm outa here." Quinton said, throwing both hands up and going into the kitchen for a beer.
"So, what are you doing here tonight, Claire?"
"I came to watch the game, if that's okay with you, your majesty."
"Come mere you little pussy." Phillip said, pouncing on top of Claire and play wrestling her to the floor. "Get over here. Give Phillip a kiss, you little cock tease." he said.
"Aaaaah, let me up, you bone headed macho man. Aaaah, no tickling." Claire said laughing. She and Phillip got along well when they weren't calling each other names.
Phillip pinned her to the floor holding her arms down with his knees and sitting across her stomach. Claire wiggled back and forth twisting and squirming under his weight, but she couldn't get free.
"Whoa, little girl, lay still or you'll wake the Loch Ness Monster from his sleep." Phillip joked, humping his ass a couple of times.
"Get off me you pervert."
"Oh, oh, oh, here he comes, I feel him waking up. You'd better sit still or he'll spring up and bite you right between your smooth little legs, Claire Baby." Phillip said, lowering his mouth to her lips and pretending to kiss her. Claire didn't pull away. Instead she looked at him and opened her mouth sensually. Phillip stared at her. She was making it too real, he had to get off. Phillip tried, but Claire grabbed him.
"Stay." she whispered.
Phillip's mouth was watering. He desperately wanted to kiss Claire, but was afraid Geoffrey might come in and catch the two together.
"Let me up." he said with a serious tone. She looked deep into his eyes then let go.
"Geoffrey's here, you'd better get off, Phillip." Quinton said, and Phillip leaped up and back onto the sofa. Claire got up too. She sat in the chair hoisting both legs across one arm.
"Check it out, dudes, I offer proof of life after death." Geoffrey said, coming in the door. "Lloyd, hey man, we haven't seen you in a long time."
Claire's eyes fixed onto Lloyd's face. Never in all the poker games Geoffrey's ever had did she remember seeing a more handsome player.
"Hey, good seeing you, Quinton. Phillip, what's happening?" Lloyd said.
"Some big shit, man."
"Grab yourself a beer Lloyd." Geoffrey said, holding open the bag. He took one then made his way into the living room. Claire watched every move the man made. He was dressed neatly and looked like a model. His features were so masculine and his body turned her on.
"Hi." Lloyd said.
"Hi." she said, sitting upright in the chair.
"Lloyd, this is Geoffrey's sister, Claire."
"Hi." Lloyd said again.
"Hi." Claire said grinning.
"Let's do it again, Claire. Hi." Lloyd said.
"Hi."
Lloyd winked.
"You playing tonight, Lloyd?"
"I didn't come all the way over here to babysit you dogs." he answered, winking at Claire again. She just knew if he winked at her one more time she'd melt.
"Let's get at it then. Claire, how about making some popcorn for us, would you?"
"Sure." she said, hoping to make a good impression for Geoffrey's new friend.
She jumped up and went into the kitchen while the guys got started. They were a rowdy bunch, but fun.
"So, Lloyd, how's it feel to be paroled?" Phillip asked.
"Yeah, right."
"The man paid his debt, didn't you pal? Damn, what a sentence though." Quinton said, waving his hand back and forth gesturing heat.
"Yeah, well let me tell you guys, that old saying about there being more to life than sex? It's true."
"Ooooh, poor Lloyd, love slave." Phillip snickered.
"Laugh, go on. I hope it never happens to you, Phillip."
"Leave the man alone, you two, he's gone through enough." Geoffrey said. "Okay, who's deal is it?"
"Mine."
"Anti up dudes, and watch your pocket books tonight. I feel lucky." Geoffrey said.
Phillip dealt the first hand and the guys played half before Claire came back with the popcorn. She put four small bowls next to each man and the only one to say thank you was Lloyd. Claire grinned at him.
"Welcome." she said. Usually she'd read magazines or watch television at Geoffrey's poker games until the men had a few beers in them, but this night she wanted to watch the new guy. She pulled a chair up to the table next to her brother and Claire watched them play.
Lloyd didn't ignore Claire, he just didn't pay attention to her the way she wanted him to. He was playing cards, not flirting. She stared at him through most of the second hand then asked if he wanted another beer.
"Sure, but I'll get it." he offered.
"Let Claire do it, Lloyd, she likes waiting on us guys, don't you sweetheart." Phillip said.
"On some of them, yeah, but you ain't one of them." she quipped.
"Come mere you little pistol pot." Phillip said, jumping out of his chair and running after her.
"Aaaah! get away from me." Claire screamed, trying to get away, but Phillip caught her and tickled her until she laughed out loud.
"Come on you two." Geoffrey said. "Claire, grab some beers."
"I'll help you." Lloyd got up.
"She can handle it, Lloyd, go on, Claire."
"I've gotta stretch my legs anyway, come on, Claire, show me where." he said. Lloyd followed Claire to the kitchen.
"You didn't have to help, I could handle it."
"Yeah, I know that, but why should you have to. Give them to me, I'll carry them in for you."
"How about you getting two and I'll get two." she said compromising.
"Okay."
Claire handed Lloyd the two beers and for the first time he looked at her.
"You're Geoffrey and Len's sister?" he asked.
"Yeah, you know Len?"
"Oh, sure, we're old friends. I didn't know they had a sister."
"Yeah, well I'm the baby in our family. They don't talk about me much. How do you know Len?"
"School."
"Did you graduate with him?"
"No, with Geoffrey."
"Oh, so you're Geoffrey's age?" Claire said, getting an idea of his age.
"One year younger actually. Geoffrey flunked seventh grade, remember?"
"Right, oh, that's right, isn't it. He's such a dummy."
"Naw, not Geoffrey, he's a good guy."
Lloyd felt himself staring at Claire and he didn't know why. She was a cute girl, young, pretty. She was too young actually. Lloyd was almost five years older.
"So, are you ready to get back in?" he asked. "Are you?"
"Maybe we should."
"Let's see how long it takes before they start yelling for it." Claire suggested, pulling out a kitchen chair and smiling. She wanted to keep Lloyd all to herself for as long as possible. She sat down in the chair and let her elbows rest on the table top which pushed her boobies together creating massive cleavage for Lloyd's view. He grinned at her.
"Naw, come on, they'll get cranky." he said, walking toward the kitchen door. Claire didn't understand. All the other guys when they were new stayed and looked. Some of them even tried to get a feel, but not him. He was different.
Claire made sure her breast flesh showed as she set the two beers down next to the players and Lloyd kept his eyes averted the entire time. She was annoyed with him for not drooling over her the way the others once had. Lloyd was becoming a challenge.
During the next three games, Claire watched him play. His mannerisms were masculine yet gentle and she liked the way he held his cards. Lloyd was getting sexier every minute. The more she looked at him the more she wanted him. Claire went to the couch and lay down for awhile. Phillip's back was to her and Geoffrey and Quinton took up the side chairs. Lloyd could look up and see Claire of the couch if he wanted to and she positioned herself so that if he did he'd get a great view.
Claire lay on her side with her breasts pressing against one arm creating mounds of flesh poking out from the v-neck of her shirt. She was hoping he'd look over and discover the treat then she'd be able to hold his attention while he played a little poker and looked at her breasts between cards, but Lloyd didn't look up. He all but ignored her.
She watched a detective program for the next hour while the men played and when it was time for their mid-game break she sat up making room for Lloyd to sit beside her.
"You guys want pizza?" Geoffrey asked.
"What else is there?" Phillip said, plopping down next to Claire.
"Don't touch me, you fool." Claire said.
"Fool?" Phillip said, reaching over and tickling her. Lloyd grinned a little watching the two play around.
"Don't mind them." Quinton said. "You know what a pervert Phillip is. He sniffs little girls bike seats in the park."
"Fuck you, dick face." Phillip snapped, letting Claire go.
Lloyd didn't comment.
"You guys want another beer?" Claire asked.
"Why don't we wait until the pizza get's here." Lloyd suggested.
"Not me, Claire Belle, I'll take one now." Phillip said.
"Yeah, me too." Quinton said.
"Wanna help again?" Claire asked Lloyd.
"Sure, why not." he got up and followed her to the kitchen but when they got inside Geoffrey was using the phone. Claire forgot about her brother being in there ordering the pizza's. She wanted to get Lloyd alone.
"Are you still in school, Claire?"
"No, graduated last year."
"Why do they call you Claire Baby?" he asked.
"Oh, that's mostly Phillip. He's a dork." she said. "Your name is nice. Lloyd, I've never heard that before."
"Not many people have. It was my grandfather's name and I wound up with it. It's really sort of corny."
"No, I like it."
"Well, I'm glad." Lloyd smiled. "So, do you have a job, one besides running beer?"
"I did, I got fired last week."
"No kidding, what did you do?"
"Nothing. The boss was a dork."
"Where did you work?"
"Lake View Country Club."
"Stanley Lane?"
"You know Stanley?"
"Yeah, unfortunately. You're right, he is a dork, whatever that is. Stanley and my father used to play golf together. He's got a strange wife, have you ever met her?"
"Margaret, oh sure. She's a cross between tinker belle and Atilla the Hun." Claire smirked.
"You've met her." Lloyd laughed.
"I used to date her sister."
"Stephanie?" Claire asked with amazement.
"No, Lizbeth."
"I didn't know she had a sister named Lizbeth. I knew about Stephanie though. She's another ditz."
"Yeah, the whole Arnell family are ditz's."
"Arnell? I thought their name was Alberts?" Claire said.
"No, that's Steph's married name. They're Arnell's. Lizbeth's the only one not married.
"My brother dated a girl named Lizbeth Arnell." Claire said. "But he dumped her. She was a real dork. That girl led him around by the nose. Geoffrey hates her. We called her Dizzy Lizzie Arnell all the time because she was always saying stupid things and riding somebody's ass."
Lloyd turned around and stuck out his butt and Claire watched. She couldn't imagine what he was doing. He looked back over his shoulder and asked if she saw any marks from being saddle broken and Claire laughed.
"No, why would I see any? Did some girl ride your ass too?" she asked.
"Yeah, Dizzie Lizzie Arnell." Lloyd said.
"Not the same one?" Claire roared.
"The very same."
"Oh, God, Lloyd, how could a guy like you get stuck with a girl like, Dizzie Lizzie, I mean, well, you know, she's so argh and you're so mmmmmmm."
"Thanks, Claire."
"I'm serious, God, she is such a bitch."
"I don't see her anymore." Lloyd said, with a distant grin.
"Glad to hear that, she's pure poison."
The kitchen door opened and Phillip stuck his head inside.
"Hey, where's our beer?" he asked.
"It's coming, what a dork." Claire said, shaking her head. "Now there's a classic example of what a true dork looks like, Lloyd."
After the poker game Phillip and Quinton left. They were pretty well bombed, as was Geoffrey, and Lloyd and Claire sat on the couch talking. He didn't pay much attention to her during the rest of the game, but he was making up for it now.
Geoffrey was bobbing in and out, swaying in his chair, and Lloyd suggested they get him into bed. Claire agreed. They each took an arm and walked Geoffrey to his bedroom then Lloyd took off his pants while Claire got his shoes
"Oh, oh, he's not wearing underwear." Lloyd said, thinking about Claire being there.
"Geoffrey's my brother, don't worry about it."
"Yeah, but he's not a little boy, Claire."
Claire looked at her brothers cock. It was hanging out over one leg. She smiled at Lloyd.
"No, he isn't, is he." she said, and Lloyd just laughed.
"I don't know about you, Claire Baby." he said. "Maybe a tender young thing like yourself shouldn't be looking at naked grown men?"
"Geoffrey isn't a grown man, Lloyd. He's a little boy trapped inside a big boys body, that's all, and besides, it's not the first one I've seen."
"Oh, not the first one?" Lloyd laughed again.
"Oh, you know what I mean, give me a break." They finished getting Geoffrey to bed then went back to the sofa. Claire sat next to him and for a minute or two the room was quiet.
"So, it's late." Lloyd said, looking at his watch.
"It's only one."
"Only one, listen to you. Are you sleeping here tonight?" he asked.
"No, I'm going home."
"Do you live with your parents?"
"No, I've got my own apartment."
"I guess you drive?"
"No, I'm going to hitch a ride in this neighborhood at one in the morning, are you nuts, of course I drive."
Lloyd nodded his head up and down while looking at Claire. They sat close on the couch, his arm touching hers. He looked at her romantically and Claire returned the stare. With a voice as soft as he could manage, Lloyd said,
"Come over here you little tart, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." He mimicked Phillip, but sensually and Lloyd sat motionless waiting for Claire's response. She looked up at him, his handsome face serious, and she came to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Claire felt the tingling in her lips and spine and Lloyd was shaking with sexual excitement. She put her mouth close to his and they held their positions for several seconds before Lloyd took the lead and gently kissed her lips.
His eyes closed and his mouth surrounded hers. His lips were hot and wet and soft and Claire moaned when he let his tongue slip between hers. Lloyd pulled her closer, tenderly enveloping her mouth with his and they stayed locked in a controlled passionate embrace for a full minute.
"Lloyd?" Claire whispered as his mouth left hers.
"I'm sorry, Claire, I guess I've had too much to drink too."
"No, please, don't be sorry. I liked it."
"I'd better get going." he said.
"Why, you don't have to leave right now, do you?"
"Yeah, I should go."
"Why? It's still early."
"I don't know, this is Geoffrey's place. You're his little sister. I shouldn't have kissed you that way, it wasn't right."
Claire stood up and looked him in the eye. She pressed her thighs to his groin then moaned.
"I'm not a little girl, Lloyd, I'm full grown."
Lloyd squirmed a few times then grunted a laugh.
"That's all the more reason for me to leave, Claire." he said.
"What if we went someplace else? My place, I live alone?"
Lloyd thought about it. He wanted to be with her, but Geoffrey's baby sister? He couldn't. Geoffrey was his friend.
"I don't think so, Claire." he said, trying to convince himself it was wrong.
"Why not?"
"You'll still be Geoffrey's sister."
"So?"
"I wouldn't feel right." he said.
Claire came closer. She pressed her breasts to him and rubbed a thigh to his semi-hard cock. She whispered sensually and Lloyd was quickly becoming aroused.
"I can make it feel right, Lloyd. Come home with me."