Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 14

"It sounds absolutely wonderful, Philip. We have not had a day by ourselves, in a long time."

Celeste turned off the alarm, let Philip out, and reset it while closing the door. They walked quietly towards the garage, open the side door. The lights came on, automatically. They walked down towards her Bentley and were startled, when the garage door opened in front of it.

Marlon said, "Good morning Madam; Jeffrey and Carl will escort you to the beach. I have packed a picnic basket, and warm clothing, which you have forgotten, again."

Philip laughed, but Celeste was fit to be tied. "Marlon, one day I am going to find out how you know everything that I am going to do, and then I am going to fire you for real."

"It will be my utmost pleasure, Madam. If you wish, I will tell you on July 2."

"I have been trying to figure that out on my adult life, and now you're giving me 2 1/2 months more? A lot of good that will do me."

"Madam, sometimes the answer is right at the tip of your tongue."

"Jeffrey, Carl, do you have your firearms?"

"Yes sir, we do."

"Keep a discrete distance from them, and do not let anyone approach them."

"We will keep a 100 yard perimeter around them, sir. If there is a problem, we will call for help."

"Very good; Madam, you may leave now. Mister Philip, I hope both you have a wonderful time."

"Thank you Marlon, I think she will calm down by sunrise."

"Sir, in that case, for breakfast taking her to IHOP would be wonderful."

"Marlon, you know I hate IHOP."

"Exactly Madam, I would not want you to be calm all the way to the mansion." With that, Marlon turned around and walked back towards the residence.

If Celeste could have turned any more red, they would have a new, darker shade for a rose.

She started to say something to Philip but interjected; "I know what you are about to say, but don't say it. You love that man more than you love me; but in a different way. Calm down and let's go to the beach, before you turn into Antonia."

Celeste said, "Before or after her wedding?"

"Do you really want me to answer that question, or do you want to guess?"

"Only if you want to die, Philip. I will have Carl and Jeffrey bury you, in the sand, afterwards. "

After setting up a huge blanket on the sand, Jeffrey and Carl disappeared into the night. Philip wanted their last night, in California, to be a memorable. His hand slipped under her skirt and went straight to her pussy. His mouth pressed against her lips and suppressed the moan that was about to come out. He loved the little ties on each side of her panties, because they became undone so easily. His thumb played with her clitoral hood and then slipped down into her weeping hole. He thrust in and out until she was leaking like a fountain.

She opened her blouse, and pushed her bra down and started to play with her breasts. He said, "Those are mine; leave them alone." He kissed her on her mouth and then attacked her breasts one at a time. He noticed she was being extremely quiet and he asked her why?

"I don't want them to hear me."

"Do you really care what they think?"

"No."

"I will stop now, if you do not start acting like yourself."

"You are being mean, Philip."

"No dearest one, I want you to enjoy this to the fullest." As soon as he said that he thrust three fingers into her, and she arched her hips up towards the sky, and screamed as she came for the first time that morning."

"You sneaky bastard, that was cheating."

"Two things happened, my love, you came, and you enjoyed it to the fullest. I know round two will be even better."

He spread her legs, slipped his head underneath her skirt, and attached his mouth to her slippery cunt. He feasted on her nectar, and nipped at her clit, teasing her to release more of it. She never seemed to run out of that joyful juice, and he never tired of lapping it up. He was very careful, as he rubbed his left hand over her tummy, which had expanded slowly over the months, with their child inside. She was entering her fourth month of pregnancy, and everything was progressing beautifully. He had never seen a more beautiful woman before, and as the pregnancy proceeded, she became more and more stunning.

He was careful, when he inserted a finger into her rectum, not wanting to hurt her, but wishing to help her over the next mountaintop. When he slipped the second finger in, she exploded into his mouth again, with a scream that could have woken the dead, all over San Luis Obispo.

He wiped his mouth, with the fabric of her skirt, and she said to him, "That is silk, dummy, it will never come out."

"I will buy you a dozen more."

"You will have a stroke, when I show you the price tag."

"In that case, I will take it out in trade."

"Sir, what do you have to offer?"

"This..." He slipped his dick into her without stopping, until he hit her cervix, causing her to lose her breath.

Instead of staying there, he started stroking, in and out, with long quick strokes; without giving her a chance to regain her equilibrium.

Celeste tried and tried to catch up with him, but all she could do was grab a hold of the shoulders and follow along. She looked into his smiling eyes, and wanted to kiss him, desperately, but his head was too far away. She was finally able to hook one of her legs around his, and then the other. Now she was able to join in. Her hips were able to rise and fall; in counterpoint to his. Where he had been in control, they were now partners. Where he had been able to set the pace, she was now able to use her internal muscles to grab hold of his prick and slow him down to a pace that she liked, also.

He lowered his head kissed her and said, "Spoiled sport."

Celeste replied, "This is called lovemaking, what you were doing was showing off."

"I was showing off for my bride."

"Do you wish to continue talking or would you like to continue making love?"

"Why don't we talk; we can make love any time."

Celeste faked hitting him with her right hand and threw sand in is faced with her left.

"Now you are going to get it."

"I should certainly hope so."

He continued stroking in and out of her, slowly. Then he slowed down even more. He kept looking into hers eyes, waiting for her to get angry with him. He was amazed when she did not.

Celeste said to him, "As long as you can stay hard, I can lay here until sunrise and feel comfortable. I just feel bad for your knees."

"You bitch, I knew you had ulterior motive."

"I have cum twice already. I am quite satisfied. If you wish to cum, by hand, that is fine by me. If you wish to use me as your vessel, and continue at this pace, be my guest."

"If your nose was not so pretty, I would bite it off. I am about to attack your pussy at high speed. I am going to get you to cum once more, and I will cum along with you."

"I will make you a bet that you can't do it."

"How much do you want to bet?"

"The usual amount, $100."

"You have a bet lady; pay attention, or you may be left high and dry."

"Somehow Philip, I doubt that could happen."

Nearly 20 minutes later, when they were hugging, kissing, and feeling each other all over, the $100 was never mentioned, again.

When they returned to the estate, Celeste was not tired and said to Philip, "It is time to have more fun."

Philip saw the gleam in her eye and asked, "Who are you going to harass now?"

"Someone I pay a lot of money to every year, and who I consider a friend."

"This should be a very interesting conversation."

Celeste hit the speed dial on her cell phone, and it rang twice before it was answered.

"Hello Celeste, how are you this morning?"

"What the fuck took you so long, Jim?"

"I was fucking my secretary."

"I will accept that, but don't let it happen again."

"What can I do for you Celeste?"

"I want you to make some time for me, tomorrow afternoon. We are going to sue the pants off Pfizer."

"Should I bother to ask why?"

"I was taking one of their birth control pills, and I got pregnant. If that is not bad enough, if the baby is born with a birth defect, I want to own the company."

James Hearst replied, "I will start on the paperwork today, and have a draft for you to look at tomorrow. I will clear my calendar from 2 PM on; the rest of the day will be yours. I will have the entire staff here."

"Thank you, Jim, I appreciate it. Clear your calendar for the last few days of June through the July 4th weekend, you are going to a wedding. I am getting married to a wonderful man. His name is Philip Castronova, and he owns a winery in Milan. I will have one of my jets pick you up and bring you there."

"Congratulations Celeste, I already knew you were getting married. Charlie Gomez told me a while ago. I did not know you were pregnant, however, when are you due?"

"I am supposed to deliver sometime in October, but I do not know the exact date, yet."

"Am I going to have the privilege of meeting the young man tomorrow?"

"Yes Jim, I have him on a leash. He is so handsome; I do not let him out of my sight."

"Knowing you Celeste, the leash is made out of diamonds."

"Diamonds would cut his neck; it is made out of platinum."

"I will see you tomorrow afternoon Celeste; have a good flight."

Charlie wanted to honeymoon in Alaska, so he could go fishing for salmon. Ann told him that she would get a divorce first.

Ann wanted to go to China, and see the Great Wall, The Imperial Palace, and all the other tourist sites. Charlie asked her where the divorce papers were.

Celeste told them that their honeymoon was there a wedding present, from Philip and her. She had decided where they were going, because they were both Roman Catholic, and divorce was not allowed. They had consummated their marriage many times, so they could not get an annulment, either.

Charlie asked, "Where are we going?"

Celeste replied, "You will find out when you get there. However, I can guarantee that you will both be very happy."

"It better include fishing."

"I think they have an aquarium?"

"You are hysterical, Celeste."

Ann said, "I had better be able to get to see things, I have never seen before."

"I can guarantee that Ann. I know you love spiders."

"Bitch."

"If you two do not get a move on it, the plane will leave without you. There are two other couples going with you."

"Who is going with us?"

"If you are not on the aircraft in one hour and ten minutes, they will be leaving without you."

Ann said, "When we get back, I am going to ring your neck."

"You are going to need very long arms, because I will be in Milan."

"I will figure out a way; Charlie has friends."

Charlie replied, "How did I get dragged into this vendetta?"

"I am your wife; you will do as I say."

"Do you want to put money on that?"

"One hour, and the airplane leaves. It is your choice folks."

"Ann, I am going. If you want to continue arguing with Celeste, have fun. I will be back in a few weeks or whenever."

"Don't you dare leave me alone Charlie. I am pregnant."

"Then make a decision; come with me, or argue with Celeste?"

Ann kissed Celeste goodbye, and said, "We will finish this another time. I cannot let that man out of my site. There is no telling what kind of trouble he can get himself into, by himself."

"Get moving Ann, the airplane will not wait for you."

Ann and Charlie charged over to the waiting limousine, got in, and headed off to the airport.

The chauffeur obeyed every speed limit on the way there. Ann begged him to go faster, but he said if he got one more ticket his license would be suspended, and would probably lose his job.

There was no arguing with that logic, but Charlie had a gut feeling that someone was pulling Ann's chain, again. He caught the driver smiling, as he drove slowly through the city, to the airport. It was Celeste's aircraft, and one word from her, and the plane could be half way to Hawaii and she could have the pilot turn it around and come back home. Celeste was lying through her teeth, and Charlie knew it. Should he tell Ann? No; no way, why let her take her wrath out on him, while he was trapped in a car. Let her find out when they were a few miles up in the air. He would threaten to throw her out of the aircraft if she did not calm down. Married life was sure starting out interesting.

As the limousine pulled up alongside the jet, the attendant pulled the baggage from the trunk, loaded it into the cargo hold, closed, and locked the door.

The two flight officers met them at the bottom of the stairs and Ann asked, "Are the other two couples on board?"

The captain said, "You two are our only passengers on our flight today."

"So, you were not going to leave without us?"

"Miss Celeste said our departure time was when you arrived."

Ann screamed, "I am going to kill that bitch. She did it to me again. First, in the church. Then at the reception; and now. The next time I she her, she is dead meat."

Charlie asked, "Is that going to be before or after she gives birth? I want to know if you are going to be charged with one Capital crime, or two."

"Fuck you Charlie; your FBI mentality will not work on me this time. I am going to get even with her if it is the last thing that I do."

"Even is fine, Ann, however, only your pride is wounded. You are still alive, and bitching; while standing in front of her wedding present. Do you want to go home and live in the house she is letting us live in, "RENT FREE," and are we going to go on the "VACATION" she is giving us as a wedding present, before you kill her? I know this is a tough decision Ann. Take a minute, and let your professorial brain process this information, before you answer."

Charlie ducked immediately, and then dodged her leg kicks. He had not had this much fun with her, since the day they met in the hallway, at her college.

Ann continued her attack, but Charlie brushed it off like an annoying fly.

He asked her, "Ann, are you going to calm down, or do I have to calm you down, in front of everyone?"

Ann took a quick survey of the area, and saw more than 25 people had gathered to see what was transpiring. She said out loud, "Next time, I will show you the appropriate method of using your hands and feet, in a coordinated attack, to disable a larger opponent."

Charlie and Ann bowed to each other, and walked towards the steps of the aircraft. He said to her, "Nice recovery dear."

"Classroom indoctrination. Always leave them waiting for the next lesson."

"Can we go on vacation now?"

"I am still going to get even with her, Charlie."

"Even is fine. I may even put you in handcuffs to give you practice lessons."

"Practice lessons my ass, Charlie."

"That too, Ann. Anything goes while the cuffs are on."

"You would not dare; that thing would rip me apart."

"I will bring a needle and thread."

"I will bring a shotgun."

"Spoiled sport."

The End

Chapter 14