The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 26 by Jeremydcp

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 26 by Jeremydcp

Dive into the steamy world of “The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 26” by Jeremydcp, where passion ignites and boundaries blur. Follow the thrilling journey of desire, intimacy, and unexpected twists that will leave you breathless. Don’t miss this captivating chapter that explores the depths of connection and pleasure!

Saturday, August 10, 2019

Fairfax, Maryland

“Thank you so much, Colt, for that surprise trip to the spa earlier. Pampering at its finest! I can’t speak for Lindsay, but for me, it was so nice to get a massage, you know, to relax my muscles from shopping so hard.”

Colt shot Pamela a glare, a thin, almost unnoticeable hint of a smile appearing on his lips. “You and Lindsay cleaned out the lingerie store earlier. It was brutal.”

“It wasn’t brutal, it was fun!” Delight sparkled in Pamela’s eyes. “The clerk there appreciated us since she worked on commission. Girls like Lindsay and I need to be spoiled rotten.”

His thumb brushed against the inside of her palm. “You deserve everything you get, angel.” He pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “So precious.”

“What do you want, sweetie?” Pamela swept long hair away from her face as she turned and regarded Lindsay. Along with Colt, they stepped forward in line. “I’m buying.”

“You’re not buying, I’m buying. It’s my turn.” Lindsay glanced up, her expression dancing with friendliness. “Hi there. I’ll take a Teavana London Fog Tea Latte. Large size, with extra spiced apple drizzle and cinnamon powder. Oh, and whipped cream on top.” She squeezed Pamela’s wrist. “I’m buying this time.”

Pamela’s eyes met Lindsay’s, a hint of competitive challenge in them before focusing on the young lady behind the counter. “Afternoon, hi, how are you? I’ll take an Almond Milk Honey Flat Light Venti.”

“Anything for you, sir?” the barista asked.

“Nah, I’m cool, thank you.” Colt raised his hands. “Never been much of a coffee drinker.”

“And what are the names for the orders?”

“Dakota for hers,” Lindsay said, “and Kayleigh for mine.”

Pamela perked up, her mouth ajar.

“Please step over to the register and pay.”

“No one has called me Dakota in over a decade,” Pamela said to Lindsay as they waited for their drinks to be fulfilled. “Not since Colt’s dad ran the house. How did you know about that name? Who told you?”

“You told me!” The words sprang from Lindsay’s mouth. “My first day on the job, you told me.”

“Don’t you love this girl’s style?” Pamela later asked Colt, slipping an arm around Lindsay’s shoulder and snuggling close. “She was killin’ it at Venus Unveiled earlier. Lindsay has like, this unique style where she makes like, the most mini like sexy but cute outfits look the sluttiest… but not quite.” Laughter erupted from Pamela.

“Huh?” Colt grunted.

Lindsay suppressed a smile. “Pamela is the perfect person to help me out with that, isn’t she?”

The budding triad boarded a nonstop flight in Las Vegas and landed in Arlington, Virginia last evening at nine o’clock. It was a miserable experience, being forced to wait on the runway at McCarren International Airport for seventy-five minutes due to a mechanical issue with the plane. Everything was all right now, though, being in Fairfax, Maryland – Pamela and Colt’s hometown – and looking forward to a fun-filled weekend before it was back to Nevada and the professional grind on Monday.

From sightseeing to museums to sports, there was plenty to keep the trio entertained. This morning, for example, they toured Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, the heartbeat of the city, and so closely connected to the aquarium, science center, and plenty of restaurants and shopping (including the lingerie boutique). On the waterfront, four military vessels, most notably the USS Constellation, welcomed visitors with tours, events, and hands-on exhibits to let one experience what life was like at sea in the Civil War era.

Fort McHenry played a major role in the War of 1812 when it was used to successfully defend Baltimore Harbor against the British navy. During the battle, an American flag was flown over the fort as the bombardment reached its apex. The sight of the flag inspired Francis Scott Key to write a poem he entitled Defence of Fort M’Henry, which would later be renamed The Star-Spangled Banner, set to music, and adopted as the USA’s national anthem.

Wide-eyed and full of wonder, Lindsay was fascinated as she took everything in, having never visited anywhere east of Montana. Maryland is awesome! Most surprising was Pamela and Colt’s farmhouse-style residence situated on four acres of a botanical paradise featuring mature white oak and red maple trees, lush wildflower vegetation such as azaleas and milkweeds, and arrowwood shrubbery.

Though Lindsay had never been in a house more beautiful and knew it had to cost an absolute fortune, she felt at ease in it. This blows the old digs in Citronelle away. In Sammy’s mansion in Salt Lake City, and the penthouse they later moved into, Lindsay felt out of place, afraid she’d bump into something and break a “priceless item” on a desktop or shelf.

Pamela and Colt were the consummate hosts, making certain she was comfortable following their cross-country trip. I do have a complaint though. Poor Lindsay was relegated to the guest bedroom last evening. When is Colt finally going to give me what I want? What I need? It was frustrating, but Pamela kept preaching patience, insisting Colt would come around sooner rather than later. I hope they don’t mind I played with my vibrator last night in their bed. Not only couldn’t she help herself, but Lindsay made a mess too. I should run the bed sheets through the washer before they find out. Her brow furrowed as she sipped her coffee, zeroing in on Colt and his rugged, handsome visage. Oh, how she wished she could press her cheek to that broad, magnificent chest and listen to his kind heartbeat underneath all those layers of muscle. Sweet Jesus!

Upon leaving Starbucks, Lindsay pulled open the door before Colt could reach for it. He went to hold it for her, but she’d already walked through. His throat thickened as he squinted at her.

“Don’t worry, chivalry isn’t dead yet.” Pamela spoke in a subdued tone and smirked as she slipped past him.

“This area is so cute. It’s so green. I love it.” Lindsay closed her eyes, spread her arms, and inhaled all the air she could. “So different than what I’m used to back in Nevada and California, and Utah.” She smiled at an elderly man as he struggled to get by. “Hi there, sir. How are you? Do you need any help with your cane?”

Priding himself on being a proper gentleman, the way Lindsay opened the door and bristled through it threw Colt off his game, though it shouldn’t have. Had she allowed him to open a single door or pull out a chair for her yet since leaving Flagstone? She’d never been with a man who truly wanted to be put her first, he thought, and take care of her. Sure, it took some time (and lots of cajoling from Pamela), but Colt viewed Lindsay as a likable gal nowadays, polite, affable, and irresistible. She was a lady and deserved to be treated as one.

“Tell me about this hiking trail we’re going to tomorrow afternoon. You know how I love to hike.”

“Cascade Falls Trail down in Elliot City,” Pamela said to Lindsay. “You and Colt will have a wonderful time. It’s not long, but the scenery is breathtaking, and I’ve always loved the little waterfall halfway through. We used to have picnics there when I was a kid.”

“I wish you’d come along with us.” Lindsay blew out a sigh, her shoulders sagging. “It sucks that you’re not.”

“I can’t.” Pamela swallowed hard and blinked several times. “Trust me, I’d love to go. But I promised my mom, my dad, and my sisters I’d spend the day with them. This is such a short, quick trip home for us, only two full days because we visited Palm Springs first. Usually, Colt and I spend our entire week away from work, our vacation, here in Maryland.” As activity buzzed all around them on the sidewalk, Pamela brushed her knuckles down the side of Lindsay’s face. “Baby, I can’t come home and not spend any time with my family. That wouldn’t be right.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” On the bright side, how often did Lindsay get to have one-on-one time with Colt? Would tomorrow’s hike provide some fireworks? Or at least further their mutual attraction? What I want is for us to fuck and get it over with. The only other time Lindsay recalled being alone with Colt was when he escorted her to the Sulaco County Sheriff’s Department last month to obtain a work permit. But that was only a half-hour. I guess we stopped at the convenience store too. “Does your family know about your… sexual preferences?”

“Oh, my family knows I’m bisexual.” Pamela’s golden hair streamed out behind her, carried by the wind. “There’s no doubt. I’ve never told them, but trust me, they know.”

“How are you so sure?”

“They know about the brothel and Mom made an account on the website and registered for the bulletin board. I know how she is – I’ll bet anything she snoops and reads what everyone says about me, reads all the reviews, and that I’m Queen Heaux, Queen of the Threesome.” Pamela inhaled the sweet aroma of flavored coffee from the plastic cup. “I have no doubt they know.” Breath stirred her hair. “I could be embarrassed by it, but I’m not. It is what it is. I knew what the ramifications would be when I came clean and told them about the brothel. Paula, my older sister, she’s not cool about it, but everyone else is, even my dad.”

“And you don’t think they’ll be suspicious of Colt not being with you tomorrow? Not being there for the day out, the family outing? He’ll be with me – another woman – not you.”

Pamela offered a dismissive wave. “No, no way. Why would they? Colt may be a transplant here, but they know he has friends in town, too, and I told them he’s got things to do elsewhere. No harm, no foul, no suspicions.”

“I’m hoping you tell your family about me in the future, as well, and I get to meet them.” Lindsay bit her lower lip to keep from grinning like a kid going to Disneyland. “I… I’d like that. For them to… accept me.” She had visions of not only being married to Pamela one day, but also Colt. I want to have that man’s babies and for Pamela to have equal say in raising them. Didn’t Lindsay deserve ultimate happiness, too, after all the horrible things that happened to her? It’s been a troublesome year, that’s for sure.