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Caden's California Ch. 01

By: DeeperDown



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The angle of the sun reached the perfect height to invade my bedroom through the blinds. I groaned and rolled over onto my back, my arm snaked out in search of Nicole's sleeping body.

The space beside me was empty, but still warm. I opened my eyes; the room was bare except for the modest furniture and my clothes strewn across the floor. I sat up and yawned, then swung my feet over the side of the bed to rest on the cool hardwood floor. 

Her clothes were still where she'd left them in a pile at the bottom of the bed. She couldn't have gotten far. My one-bedroom apartment is pretty small, so there weren't a lot of places to hide.

I could hear the shower once I entered the hallway. The bathroom door was locked. Nicole only locked the door if she was in a hurry and didn't have time to be interrupted by my morning libido.

I was disappointed but made my way to the large kitchen. I loved this kitchen, it was the reason I had settled for this small one bedroom apartment after graduating from Le Cordon Bleu.

I set to work creating an omelet, with all of Nicole's favourite ingredients. It was almost ready when I heard the hairdryer turn off and the bathroom door open.

"Hey can you take over here for a second?" I called out over my shoulder.

I could smell her shampoo as she drew near. She'd brought over a bottle of her own from home. Nicole and I had been dating for over a year and a half now. The first four months of our relationship had been pretty slow; we were both very busy people.

Since then Nicole had been spending more and more time with me and she slept over almost three times a week now. Nicole was a writer for a national mens magazine. When I first met her she was an intern but she'd secured a full-time gig six months ago.

I liked to tease that I couldn't understand why she bothered to write for the magazine when she could be posing in it. Nicole had large perfectly shaped breasts supported by a very tight 5'7" frame. Long blond hair framed a beautifully shaped face with deep blue eyes and soft creamy skin. She was absolutely stunning and often complained that she wasn't taken as seriously by her editors as her less attractive co-workers were.

The photographers on the other hand loved her and never hesitated to remind her how much they would love to photograph her. Nicole didn't take her body for granted. She worked out religiously and dressed impeccably in stylish clothes.

We'd originally met at a food and wine expo. She had attended in order to write a freelance piece for a local newspaper and I'd been there checking out the exhibitors. We'd met at a booth promoting wood fired pizza ovens and gotten into a bit of an argument about Pizza. I grew up in New York and Nicole has grown up in Chicago. Pizza is pretty damn important to us. We both had moved out to L.A. for school and ended up addicted to the California weather and lifestyle. We'd found we had enough in common to exchange phone numbers even though she was four years younger, and to be honest probably out of my league.

A year and a half later and she was standing behind me naked except for a fluffy white towel.

"Is that for me?" She asked noticing her favourite toppings.

"Yep, now take the handle and put it on a plate, I've been waiting for you to finish in the bathroom."

I passed her the pan and darted to the bathroom. I emerged a few minutes later and found her sitting at the kitchen table dressed in a skirt that fell just above her knees and a white blouse that clung perfectly to her sensual shape. Her blazer jacket hung from the back of her chair. She was busy reading the paper and eating her omelet.

She raised her eyes to meet mine as I entered and gave me a smile.

"You look happy to see me."

I stood naked in the doorway, my cock was hard.

"Well," I smiled. "I didn't expect you to get dressed so soon."

"Sorry baby," she cooed playfully. "I've got a big editorial meeting this morning, I can't be late."

"Really? I just made you an omelet and everything!" I couldn't hide my disappointment.

"An omelet? That's what you think I cost?" She laughed.

"Well no, but it was prepared by one of L.A.'s top chefs, I thought it might be worth something!" I smiled.

She grinned and checked her watch.

"Well I may be able to do something," she purred.

I knew that tone of voice. My mouth exploded into a big dumb grin as I moved quickly towards her.

Nicole abandoned the omelet and slid out of the chair to her knees on the cool tile floor. She reached out and gently wrapped her tiny hand around my dick and pumped it back and forth slowly.

"Is this what you had in mind?" She gave me a playful grin.

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been hoping."

Nicole opened her lips just far enough to allow her tongue to escape and gently lick the underside of my dick. I groaned in response and felt her wrap her hands around my knees drawing me closer.

I brushed the hair from her face giving myself a better view as she worshiped my shaft with her tongue.

"That feels pretty fucking amazing," I groaned.

"Yeah?" Her voice dropped an octave. "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Yes," I panted. I loved when she was in the mood for talking dirty.

She realigned the angle of my cock to point towards her hot mouth. Lining it up she pushed gently against her full lips, slowly parting them to allow me deeper access to her mouth.

Once the head of my cock finally pushed past her lips she opened wider taking me deep inside. Her tongue caressed the underside of my shaft and guided me closer to orgasm. Nicole's head began to rise and fall.

She quickened her pace and moaned enthusiastically. The vibrations in my cock felt fantastic and combined with the efforts from her talented mouth and the sight of her gorgeous blond body kneeling in front of me -- it sent me over the edge.

"I'm going to cum soon..." I panted.

Nicole redoubled her efforts.

I moaned as my cum rushed from my balls. She felt my cock expand and sealed her lips around my shaft. She licked her lips, careful that nothing escaped.

"That was fantastic," I panted as I tried to regain my breath.

She smiled at me from her position on the floor. I offered my hand and lifted her gently to her feet before placing my hands on her hips and drawing her close.

Nicole wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

"I really do have to go; I'm going to be late."

"Ok," I released her hesitantly. "I'll see you tonight?"

She picked up her purse from the table and began to slide on her pumps.

"Yeah, probably. I'll give you a call after my editorial meeting and I know what's on my plate for this month."

She gave me a quick kiss and then headed for the door. Her heels clicked noisily on the ceramic tile.

"Bye," she grinned as she opened the door. "See you after work baby."

I waved goodbye and then felt like an idiot standing naked in the middle of my kitchen, my freshly emptied cock hanging limply between my legs.

I glanced at the clock and then sprinted to the shower. I had a busy day planned for myself too. Today was the day that I was going to sign the loan documents to buy a restaurant on the beach. Not bad for a guy who just turned twenty-eight years old three months ago.

The new property on the beach was actually going to be my second restaurant. I opened my first restaurant, named 'Cravings', five years ago with my father's help. Since then it has become one of L.A.'s most popular dining destinations for locals and well-informed tourists. I'd long ago paid back my dad's initial investment. I was on my own for the new spot on the beach, and I'd leveraged Cravings to be able to afford it.

I dressed quickly in a casual suit. I took the elevator down to the underground garage to find the only toy I really owned. I've been pretty good about saving my money over the past several years, but I'd spent quite a bit on my motorcycle, a BMW K1300R. The $20,000 price wasn't extravagant by Hollywood standards, but it hadn't seemed cheap when I bought the bike a few years ago.

Having grown up in New York the bike felt like the perfect way to enjoy California's fantastic weather. Of course it didn't hurt that it looked pretty awesome.

The motor purred as I deftly maneuvered my bike through the mid-morning traffic. Los Angeles traffic is terrible. I hated spending my mornings measuring feet in minutes. I found it depressing to creep along the freeway surrounded by people who consider you nothing more than an obstacle slowing them down.

I always found the freeway to be a strange social contract. The roads were full of people who we wouldn't trust to make a proper cup of coffee, hurtling towards us at 40 mph in steel cages who could end our lives with one split-second of distraction.

The traffic was so bad that it had actually persuaded me to give up my apartment with the terrific kitchen. I decided that it was time to buy instead of rent and to find something closer to Cravings and the new restaurant by the beach.

I've been so busy lately I haven't had any time to look. Nicole had promised to come with me this weekend and check out a few places. She didn't seem flustered when I'd asked her, maybe it was a sign we were ready to take our relationship to the next level.

I weaved the K1300 through a side street and down a back alley. This particular alley only serviced Cravings and a dry cleaners so I felt safe parking here.

I opened the back door and let myself into the kitchen. The morning rush was over and the kitchen team was busy finishing prep for the lunch crowd. There were smiles and waves from the staff as they noticed me entering.

I waved and said my hellos back. I loved these people. They were the secret to my success, if you could call it a secret. It may seem like a stroke of genius to people who've been in the restaurant business for a long time, but it seemed pretty simple to me when I started as a twenty-three year old entrepreneur.

Treat people with respect and reward them for hard work.

When we hire new staff members I call them into the office after their first week on the job and I offer them $1,000 to walk away. In the five years the restaurant has been open I've only had one person take me up on the offer. The way I see it, that $1,000 cost me a lot less money than I would have lost because of a bad employee who only cared about a pay check.

All of my staff, from busboys to chefs, receive free health insurance and are entitled to paid vacation after they've been with us for three months. I also pay higher hourly wages than any other restaurant in the city. Every staff member is allowed a free meal before their shift and on weekends after we close, the kitchen and dining room staff normally sit down together and have a drink on the house.

Every month twenty-five percent of our net profit is paid out to the staff as a bonus. Everyone gets a cut based on how many hours they worked that month. Usually that means a bonus of somewhere between $200 and $1,000 per person.

This has all been great, except for one problem. There isn't as much left over for me after the rent, interest payments on the line of credit and all the other expenses. I'm not poor by any means but I don't have a house in the hills or a reality television show.

On the plus size, I also avoid the boom and bust. Cravings receives top reviews consistently and our dining room is always busy and revenue is pretty predictable. We're full to capacity almost every day of the week.

I made my way through the well cleaned kitchen to the staff lounge where I knew I'd find Ben.

A big reason for the restaurant's success is Ben Soliz. Without Ben it would be impossible for me to spend my mornings with Nicole. Ben was in his early sixties and managed the entire operation.

He started working for me three years ago, originally applying for a position as a waiter. I remembered looking over his resume before the interview and expecting to meet a man in his late twenties. When the older Latino man arrived in a freshly pressed suit I was more than a little confused.

"Ben, your resume looks great but I only see about eight years of experience here. What did you do before you started waiting tables?"

He had shifted uneasily.

"I used to work as a plant manager for an auto company before it was closed."

I was surprised.

"You used to manage an auto plant and you've spent the last eight years waiting tables?"

He wrung his hands and raised his eyes to meet my own.

"Mr. Quinn, there aren't a lot of businesses that want to hire a man in his sixties, especially offering healthcare. Our pension fund was shorted by the bankruptcy; my wife and I are just trying to get by. I promise you that you won't find anyone willing to work harder."

I paused for a moment to think. I'd just met Ben but I felt like I'd already learned volumes about his character. I thought he would fit right in, but not as a waiter.

"Ben, I can't imagine you waiting tables here."

His hope waned and he straightened in his chair. He looked dejected.

"I'd like you to come on board here as general manager."

He gave me a puzzled look.

"I'm not sure I understand..."

I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Ben I would hate to see a man with your skills clearing tables. If you'll come aboard, I could really use a seasoned manager to keep an eye on things and help steer me in the right direction."

Ben had been surprised but eventually he agreed to take me up on my offer. We worked side by side for three months while Ben learned everything he needed to know about running the restaurant on a day to day basis. He had a meticulous eye for detail.

Hiring Ben was probably the smartest decision I've ever made. He was a warm-hearted, soft spoken man who the staff adored -- a rare thing to find in a manager. They respected him. Ben was overjoyed to be back in a role that challenged him and made him feel useful.

It took me a year but I finally convinced Ben to call me Caden and not Mr. Quinn. We've been an odd pair of best friends every since. Ben and his wife Selena, who also works for the restaurant now as a bookkeeper, have become my west coast family.

I found Ben and Selena sitting at the lunch table in the staff lounge. The staff lounge used to be a large office before I purchased the restaurant. One of the first things I did when I bought the space was to tear down some of the closets and turn the room into a room everyone on staff could use.

The room had a couch, a lunch table, several chairs and a television set mounted on the wall. Ben often used the table as a desk. He didn't mind sharing the space with staff that dropped in before or after their shifts.

Selena was spread out on the other side of the table doing payroll. Much to the chagrin of my accountant Selena was old school. She had no interest in using the laptop I'd purchased for her. Still, she was incredibly accurate. She tracked every cent and dealt with the day to day problems of cash floats, inventory reconciliation and our taxes. In short she was irreplaceable.

There was no way that I would have been able to expand to a second building without Ben and Selena taking care of things here.

"Good morning Caden," Selena opened her arms and I leaned down to give her a warm hug. "You're in late today."

"Sorry, I got distracted," I grinned. Selena laughed knowingly and waved me away with her hands. "I don't want to hear about it!"

I took a seat on the other side of the table across from Ben. He was focusing intently on a contract. A club sandwich sat untouched on a plate beside his pile of paperwork.

"How does it look?" I was a little nervous.

Ben looked at me above the rims of his reading glasses.

"I've looked it over pretty thoroughly. All the details and conditions we worked out through negotiations are there. It looks good to me. The lawyer did a good job, but you already knew that."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Ben fixed me with a concerned stare.

"You're sure you want to take this on?"

I leaned back in the chair, a little confused. Selena had also turned to look at me apprehensively.

"Don't get me wrong," Ben continued. "We believe in you, we know what you're capable of we just want you to be happy. This is quite a lot for you to take on by yourself."

I smiled. "Well then it's a good thing I'm not doing this by myself. I've got you two with me."

Selena smiled and Ben chuckled.

"Yes you've got us, but we're not going to be around forever."

"Oh hush," I grinned. "I don't think I could get rid of you two if I tried. You practically live here."

"Ok, ok. You'd better hurry up and get down to the beach or you're going to be late," Ben shooed me away from the table.

I stood up. Ben offered his hand.

"Congratulations Caden."

I shook his hand warmly. Then without a word I stole half his sandwich and headed back to the alley. I climbed on the bike and nudged my way into traffic, pointed towards the beach.

Six months ago I started looking around for a great location to open a second restaurant nearby. I figured expanding to a second location was the easiest way to grow without having to sacrifice the culture we'd built at Cravings.

I got incredibly lucky and came across a fantastic location right on the beach available because of a bankruptcy. I had to take out quite a bit of financing but I managed to get it at auction.

We were going to close the sale today and spend the next few weeks renovating. I had already been working on a menu that included a few variations on Cravings favorites with a new fusion focus on seafood including fresh fish, lobster and shrimp. The beachfront patio would also make it an attractive spot for drinks. Combined with our great service, I knew it would be a hit.

My plan was for Ben and Selena to hold down the fort at Cravings while I focused on the beach location. Nobody understood and respected the culture we had built at like Ben and Selena so I knew Cravings would be in great hands.

I was a little bit more worried about the beach location. Just jitters really. There's a lot that can go wrong when you're opening a new restaurant. One thing I wasn't worried about though, was staff. For the past two months we'd hired extra staff with the goal of having them up to speed by the time the new restaurant opened. I had also planned to bring over some of my veterans.

I was excited and could barely contain my excitement as I navigated the bike into the parking lot. It was empty except for a black Audi sedan and a Lincoln Navigator. I recognized the Audi, it belonged to my lawyer. The Lincoln Navigator must belong to the bankruptcy trustee. With all of the "All Vehicles Will be Towed" signs the trustees put up before the auction, I doubted I'd see anyone else parking in the small lot.

I parked the bike beside the Audi and climbed the steps to the wide deck that surrounded the building. I turned the corner and found the lawyers relaxing in a pair of chairs facing the ocean.

"Caden," my lawyer stood up and warmly extended his hand.

"Steven, thanks for coming down." I shook his hand. Then I turned to the trustee who dutifully stuck out his hand as well.

"Mr. Quinn," he smiled.

"Hello, Mr. Lopez," I replied. It was hard to keep the excitement from my voice.

"I've got the paperwork here, including the inspectors report. Steven has reviewed it again. Now that you're here I'll open up the building. Once you're satisfied everything is in order, we'll sign the papers and I'll turn the keys over to you."

This was all new to me so I just glanced to Steven who nodded his approval.


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Mr. Lopez, was satisfied with that and made his way to the large sliding doors. He turned a key in the lock and slid the doors open. It seemed musty inside, but that was to be expected after months of being locked up. It was nothing that couldn't be solved by opening the doors and windows to the Pacific Ocean for a few hours.

The building was in good shape. I examined the large mahogany bar with my fingers and smiled. This place was going to be great. The view was amazing. It was the sort of prime location that only becomes available because of a nasty divorce.

I finished my inspection of the kitchen area and returned to find Steven and Mr. Lopez sitting at the bar.

"What do you think?" I asked Steven.

"Looks fine to me, if you're happy with it," Steven grinned. After spending months helping me navigate the bankruptcy trustees he already knew how happy I was to be closing this deal.

"Let's sign the paperwork," I could barely contain my enthusiasm.

After a half dozen signatures and another round of handshakes the lawyers disappeared and left me with the keys. I imagined this is what it what it felt like to be a new father, I was bursting with excitement.

The first person I called was my dad. He was in a meeting but stepped out when his secretary told him who was calling. He sounded very pleased and proud of me. The discussion was short because he had to get back to work, but we promised to catch up the next time I was on the east coast.

My next call was to Nicole. She picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Did I call you at a bad time," I asked apologetically.

"No, no, no," she assured me. "Things have just been really... hectic around here."

"We just closed on the beachfront," I could barely contain my excitement.

"That's fantastic," she chimed but something sounded off in her voice.

"Is everything alright?" I asked worriedly.

"Yeah... look we'll talk tonight?"

"Yeah absolutely," I was a little confused. "Sushi?"

"That sounds good," she paused before replying warmly, "And Caden, I'm really happy for you."

"Great," I felt a little better; maybe she was just having a stressful day. "I'll meet you at Mori."

Nicole and I hung up.

My next call was to Ben. He was excited and told me he'd drop by in a few hours with Selena to take a peek inside.

I made myself busy opening all the windows and doors and let the breeze blow through the building. Then I took a seat at the bar. The security company was scheduled to arrive at some point shortly to install the new alarm system.

Ben and Selena arrived a few hours later and found me sitting on the deck sipping a Corona. I'd found that the previous owners had left quite a bit of alcohol inventory behind.

"We brought some friends," Ben pulled up a chair beside me and I glanced over to see that the older couple had brought Charlotte and Leslie with them. "They happened to drop by as we were on our way out the door and asked to tag along."

Charlotte was a newer hostess at the restaurant she was 19 years old and got her job because she was Leslie's roommate. Leslie had worked at the restaurant for quite some time, first as a hostess herself before becoming a bartender when she turned 21 last year. Charlotte was a friend of Leslie's younger sister before they agreed to split rent.

Both girls were petite and very pretty but weren't very similar. Charlotte was tanned with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. She was very friendly but I hadn't spent a lot of time really getting to know her. She'd been hired at Leslie's recommendation when we started training staff for the beach location.

Leslie's parents were first generation Korean immigrants. Her long black hair fell all the way to the middle of her back. Leslie frustrated Ben constantly. She was a dancer and she made his life miserable by forcing him to schedule around her unpredictable rehearsals, auditions and performances.

Once upon a time I'd had a big crush on Leslie, but she had been in a long term relationship. By the time she broke up with her boyfriend I'd met Nicole. Still I couldn't help admiring Leslie's dancer's body. She had small breasts, I guessed a B cup, but her tight perfectly shaped body more than made up for the lack of cleavage.

Charlotte was wearing a white sundress and a pair of oversized sunglasses and Leslie was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a tank top.

"Can we go in and take a look around?" Leslie gestured towards the open door.

"Sure, make yourself at home."

The girls disappeared inside and Selena pulled up a chair beside Ben and I.

"It's beautiful," she whispered as she watched the surf crash on the beach.

Ben and I nodded in agreement.

The three of us talked on the deck for another ten minutes before I decided I needed another beer. Two was my limit, I had to drive across town to meet Nicole for sushi soon.

I promised to grab a beer for Ben too and almost succeeded in convincing Selena to have a drink but she waved me away.

I stepped inside and headed for the kitchen.

"Caden, Leslie says she wants to come too," my eyes adjusted to the lower light in the room and I noticed the two girls behind the bar.

"Well Charlotte, if that's what she wants she can ask me herself," I responded playfully.

Leslie frowned. "Really? Do I have to beg?"

"No, no," I joked. "I thought you wanted to stay at Cravings. I don't really care one way or the other. Just work things out with Ben."

Leslie broke into a smile and the two girls hugged and jumped up and down in celebration.

"It's so beautiful here. And we can tan on the beach before our shifts," Charlotte sounded pretty pumped.

"Are you going to need any help here? You know, getting it ready?" Leslie offered.

I stopped. "I'm not sure yet how much help I'll need, are you volunteering?"

"Well not volunteering, but if you want to pay us we'll hang out." Leslie grinned.

"Well we can probably find something," I smiled. "How do you two feel about dusting?"

Charlotte pouted. "I was hopping we could pick out the furniture!"

"Something tells me I wouldn't need to pay you to do that," I countered. "Tell you what, you work out your schedules with Ben and I'll see you both here bright and early tomorrow morning."

"So by morning, you mean ten o'clock?" Leslie teased.

"Let's say nine." I smiled. Both girls nodded.

The freeway traffic was relatively light on my way to Mori. Mori makes fantastic purist sushi. The minimalist interior is full of bright colors and the plates the food is served on are handmade in the restaurant.

I've tried to make sushi myself several times but always given up when it's failed to live up to the fantastic food at Mori. Nicole loves sushi so it has become one of our favourite places to meet after work. The chef, Morihiro, has become a friend and he always makes sure we're well taken care of when we visit.

I noticed Nicole's car was already in the parking lot when I pulled in and parked my bike beside it. She was seated and had already ordered a glass of white wine when I walked in. I smiled and sat across from her.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"It was really busy," Nicole paused. She looked like she was gathering her thoughts.

"Is everything alright?" I asked and knew the answer immediately as I saw her tense. "Tell me what's wrong."

Nicole took a deep breath.

"Listen Caden... I think we should break up."

I was shocked and unable to speak.

She continued. "I mean, I really like you and I think you're a fantastic guy but work is about to get really crazy..."

"You're breaking up with me because of work?" I interrupted her.

"Well yes and no," she bit her lip. "Caden I want to be really honest with you, I've been assigned to the U.K. for a month."

"Well that sounds fantastic, but why do we have to break up?" I was feeling hurt, but still very confused.

"Look Caden, I really don't want to hurt you. I've been assigned to follow around Kane Shaw, and I just need some freedom right now."

Kane Shaw? The Irish rock star?

"Are you serious? You're going to Europe to spend a month with Kane Shaw?" I was absolutely shocked.

"I wasn't my idea but it is an amazing opportunity. The magazine wants me to do a cover feature about his lifestyle. I want to be able to experience everything. This is the chance of a lifetime for me."

"A chance for what?" I was finding it difficult to suppress my anger. "A chance to pick up an STD?"

That was it. Nicole wouldn't look at me anymore. I knew she felt bad about this and she knew, that I knew, what "freedom" really meant. There really wasn't much left to say at this point.

"I'm sorry Caden," she stood and picked up her purse. "Don't worry, I already paid for the wine."

I couldn't bring myself to look at her as she stood and walked out the door.

Kane fucking Shaw. I couldn't believe it.

My luck only seemed to get worse. It began to rain as I made my way back home. It never rains in L.A. but the heavens chose this evening to open up and soak me on my bike.

I took the elevator back up to my apartment and started peeling off my soaked clothes as soon as my apartment door closed behind me. I was hurt and angry, but most of all disappointed. I felt like Nicole and I had been working towards something and I didn't understand how she could care about me as much as she did and throw it away so quickly.

And for Kane Shaw?

I made my way to the bathroom to grab a towel. I could still smell her shampoo in the bathroom. I wrapped myself in the towel and made my way to the closet in the hall. I wrestled with some items for a few minutes until I managed to pull an empty box out of the mess.

I returned to the bathroom and gathered up all of her stuff. The shampoo, her extra toothbrush, and a blow-dryer she had left here. Then I made my way through the rest of the house finding magazines, makeup even a pair of thong panties she'd playfully given me after one of our first fantastic nights of great sex.

I left the box near the front door and sent Nicole a text message.

"Boxed up all your stuff, left it by the front door. You can pick it up anytime after 9am tomorrow. Leave your key on the kitchen counter."

I didn't receive a response but I knew she'd get the message. She was addicted to her phone.

God damn Kane Shaw.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself. It was only eight o'clock and I wasn't tired. I knew I'd have to be exhausted to get any sleep tonight. I changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and made my way to the gym in the basement of the building.

The gym was empty. In fact I had to turn on the lights. Most of the people in the building had a membership to one of the more glamorous health clubs nearby. The equipment here was old and the room smelt musty.

I loved it because it meant that I could be alone, without any distractions. I often unwound down here after a busy day with forty-five minutes of cardio followed by a light workout.

Tonight I was determined to exhaust myself.

It was almost midnight by the time I finished in the gym and made my way back to my apartment. I dragged myself into the bedroom and managed to strip off my shorts and tank top before slumping naked on my bed.

I fumbled with my alarm and set it for 7 o'clock. I was too tired to take a shower and just drifted off to sleep. I remember waking up at some point in the middle of the night and feeling cold. I pulled the sheets over my body and passed out again.



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The alarm clock burst into my unconscious mind like a freight train, rudely forcing me awake. I groaned. Every muscle in my body ached from last night's punishment marathon in the gym.

I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water made my aching muscles feel a little better but didn't wash away the feeling of loss. The spray felt so good that I spent a little longer in the shower than I should have. I got dressed quickly. I didn't have much of an appetite so I skipped breakfast.

I headed for the door and stopped in my tracks. The box of Nicole's stuff sat against the wall waiting for her to arrive and claim it. For a minute I considered staying and waiting for her before painfully abandoning the idea. 

Charlotte and Leslie would arrive at the beach in about forty-five minutes. I needed to get going. I took one last look at the box and then locked the door behind me.

The freeway was exceptionally aggravating to me this morning. I knew that the real reason I was so angry was the whole Nicole mess and I made an effort to focus on the road instead of the tall blonde girl who'd so recently broken my heart. The last thing I wanted was to be distracted while driving a motorcycle down the Santa Monica Freeway in morning traffic.

I arrived about five minutes late and very frustrated with the fifty minute commute. I was thankful my real estate broker had lined up three places for me to look at this weekend. It was going to be weird not having Nicole with me offering input on what I hoped would be a place we would share, but now that I owned the beach property it was more important than ever that I live nearby the new restaurant. I couldn't be paralyzed by heartache.

Charlotte and Leslie were waiting for me on the deck and stood when my motorcycle pulled into the parking lot. They'd dressed similarly in loose jeans and tank tops. I pulled off my helmet and made my way up the stairs to meet them.

"Holy shit, what happened to you?" Leslie gasped.

"What?" I looked at her questioningly.

"You look like shit."

"Thanks," I mumbled sarcastically. "I had a rough night."

Leslie laughed playfully. "Did Nicole have a rough night too?"

I turned sharply and gave the tiny Korean girl an angry glare that sent a pretty clear "not cool" vibe.

She gasped, "Holy fuck! What happened?" They were surprised to see me in a bad mood. I'm a pretty positive person in general and especially around the kitchen at work.

I turned and made my way around the deck without answering her, and unlocked the door. Charlotte and Leslie followed behind and exchanged nervous whispers. I stepped inside and disarmed the newly installed alarm system. 

"Caden, is everything alright?" This time it was Charlotte asking in a gentle, genuinely concerned voice.

I swallowed my anger. Charlotte and Leslie didn't deserve to be shouted at.

"I'm sorry guys. I don't mean to be grumpy."

"What's wrong?" Leslie probed more cautiously.

"Nicole broke up with me last night at dinner."

Both girls recoiled in surprise.

"What? Why?" Leslie pressed. Her voice had risen an octave.

"She wants to go to Europe and hang around with rock stars."

"Rock stars?" Charlotte asked.

"Yeah, some Brit named Kane Shaw."

Leslie seemed confused but Charlotte seemed to recognize the name.

"Kane Shaw? Like that guy from the boy band?"

"That's the one," I responded flatly.

"Are you serious? I thought he was in rehab or something?" Leslie was puzzled.

"I really don't know," I answered truthfully. "I've never followed his career."

Charlotte's shock had faded and she regained her voice.

"Hasn't he had like two hits in the last ten years? He's a mess isn't he?"

I cringed. "Look, I really don't want to talk about this Shaw guy. He's the last thing in the world I want to talk about right now."

Leslie and Charlotte shared an awkward glance.

"Well... uh. Sorry to hear about Nicole," Leslie stammered.

"Yeah," Charlotte added quietly. "You deserve better than that..."

I smiled stiffly. "Thanks."

There was a short, but awkward pause before I changed the subject.

"Now how about we get to work? The restaurant supply truck will be here in four hours and we've got to clean out that kitchen."

We spent the morning sanitizing and clearing the junk out of the kitchen area. When we were done the room was empty except for the stainless steel prep-counters and a few appliances that were still in good shape. We spent the last two hours giving the entire room a new coat of glossy white paint.

The supply trucks arrived early in the afternoon. Stoves, fridges, ovens, more prep-counters, there was a lot of stuff. Charlotte and Leslie took a break on the beach while I supervised the men bringing the equipment inside. I stole a glance at them while the delivery men were taking a break. The girls looked out of place in their jeans sitting in the sand, surrounded by sunbathers.

It felt good to see the kitchen coming together but I was still deep in a rut. The girls noticed it and respectfully kept their distance for the rest of the day. I caught both girls stealing glances at me as they cleaned, but for the most part they just whispered amongst themselves.

I was busy fixing a faucet in the men's room when the girls knocked on the bathroom door.

"It's five-thirty. We're going to go and catch the bus," Charlotte spoke quietly.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize it was so late." I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The bathroom windows didn't open and the ventilation system needed a visit from a repairman.

"Same time tomorrow?" Leslie asked hopefully.

"Yeah, that would be great. Thanks again."

I turned my attention back to the sink. Leslie and Charlotte shared a concerned glance and then turned to catch the bus. I spent the next two hours washing the bathroom floors before calling it a day and locking up.

The ride home was faster than usual. I was thankful for the less congested streets. It was eight o'clock and the heat was still oppressive. The breeze felt refreshing. I made a note to call the ventilation guys first thing tomorrow morning to work on the air conditioning.

Nicole's box was gone when I opened the door. I stared at the spot on the floor where it had been for several minutes. I'm not sure why I was surprised it was gone. 

I considered calling Nicole. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I should drive over to her building. Then I realized that I didn't even know when she was leaving, or if she was gone already. 

If this had been a movie I would have dashed off to the airport, bought a ticket and stopped her at the gate and begged her to stay. But I didn't. Nicole hadn't asked me to go with her, or wait for her while she was away. She'd wanted to break up. Life wasn't like the movies.

My stomach growled and I realized I hadn't eaten all day. What kind of chef forgets to eat for a whole day? I made my way into the kitchen and made myself a crepe. I could eat breakfast any time of day - Nicole used to tease me when I made strawberry pancakes for dinner.

I curled up in front of the television and watched the news. Nothing will make you feel better about your own life, when you feel like shit, than watching the local evening news in L.A. 

Usually the weather report is the only good news in the evening report but tonight even the weather sounded ominous. Tomorrow was going to be a scorcher; it would be brutal if I couldn't get someone in to get the air conditioning working.

I slipped off to bed around ten after changing the sheets and managed to fall asleep pretty quickly.

I woke before my alarm the next morning. I felt much better with the extra sleep but still a little sore. I quickly made myself a waffle with fresh fruit and was on the freeway in record time. 

It was already warming up and I could tell today was going to be pretty unbearable even with the breeze coming off the ocean. I was already starting to boil in my protective motorcycle jacket every time traffic came to a stop and the wind disappeared.

I arrived at the empty parking lot ten minutes early but drenched in sweat from my ride. I lumbered up the steps in the heat and disarmed the security system. The temperature inside was stifling and I opened all the windows hoping that the breeze off the water might cool things down.

I turned my attention to the yellow pages and gave our ventilation company a call. 

The news was not good. The earliest a technician could make it out would be first thing tomorrow morning -- and I was lucky, the dispatcher told me, they were bumping me up because Cravings was a valued customer, otherwise it would have likely taken a few days. I swallowed my disappointment but thanked the dispatcher before hanging up the phone.

I started to consider that maybe today would be better spent in the air conditioned staff room at Cravings than in this oven of a building, but a quick glance at the to-do list suggested that wasn't a possibility. The electrician was scheduled to drop by this afternoon and there was still a lot of cleaning left to be done.

I turned as I heard the girls come through the door and was taken aback with surprise.

The girls had skipped the loose jeans and tank tops this morning and decided on short skirts and heels. Leslie wore a loose fitting top that looked fantastic and Charlotte was sporting a light button up plaid shirt that showcased her cleavage wonderfully. 

"You like?" Leslie asked playfully.

They'd caught me staring and both girls sported matching grins from ear to ear.

"Yeah," I stammered. "Not very practical though, for cleaning that is." 

"Probably not for cleaning," Leslie teased. "Don't worry we brought a change of outfit so we wouldn't get these dirty."

"And flip flops," Charlotte added.

I cleared my throat before continuing sheepishly. "Look I'm sorry, but the air conditioning probably won't be fixed until tomorrow morning." 

The girls took the bad news in stride.

"That's ok, we'll survive -- and if it gets too hot we'll just take a break and take a swim!" Leslie was happy for the excuse to get in the water. "What would you like us to do first boss?" 

I turned and picked up my list.

"This morning it'd be helpful if you two would focus on the bar area while I finish rearranging the kitchen appliances so that I know where to tell the electrician we need outlets when he drops by."

"Sounds good. We'll take care of the bar." Leslie gave a mock salute. I turned and made my way back to the kitchen. 

I felt like an idiot. Being in a relationship for a year and a half had dulled my flirting instincts. I was so used to ignoring the bevy of beautiful women I was surrounded with that now that I was single I felt like I was struggling not to seem like a jerk during simple interactions with Leslie and Charlotte.

I paused for a second; I was single right? Yes, of course I was, I admonished myself. Nicole had ended it; she'd picked up her stuff from the apartment. The sooner I moved on, the better.

I spent the better part of the morning dragging appliances around the new kitchen. Charlotte popped her head in the doorway a few hours later and announced that the electrician had arrived.

"Thanks Charlotte, can you tell him to come on back?"

"Sure thing boss," she chimed emphasizing the last word. "If you're looking for us, Leslie and I are going to take a break to cool off."

I nodded and wiped the sweat from my forehead as Charlotte disappeared around the corner again. 

The electrician appeared a moment later, grumbling about the heat. I spent the next hour pointing out places where I wanted power drops while he checked the power ratings on the appliances and dutifully took notes.

When he was finished we shook hands and he left through the kitchen loading door to schedule an installation appointment from the comfort of his air-conditioned truck. Ben would handle those details for me.

I stepped into the staff bathroom at the rear of the kitchen and wiped the sweat from my forehead with a paper towel before I was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking. I headed quickly for the front door, worried someone on the beach might have thrown something at a window.

I turned the corner from the kitchen to the dining room and stopped in my tracks.

A few feet from the front door, Charlotte was kneeling on the floor picking up glass from a case of broken Corona bottles. I only spent about a second thinking about the mess because my attention was captivated by what Charlotte was wearing.

The skirt, loose fitting top and heels had disappeared. Charlotte's well-tanned petite body was on full display covered only in a very small bright red bikini tied with string. She looked amazing; her dirty-blonde hair was damp from her break on the beach and clung to her cheek. 

I stood in the doorway stunned as she stretched across the floor to collect the larger pieces of broken glass off the floor -- oblivious to my presence and the view her movements were affording me of her gorgeous figure.

"Not bad hunh?"

I spun around, surprised to hear the soft whisper beside me.

Leslie stood behind me grinning with a broom and dust pan in her hand. She was wearing a dark blue but equally stunning bikini - she gave me a wink as she walked past and made her way over to help Charlotte with the smaller pieces of glass.

I was speechless. Leslie exaggerated the swaying of her own hips as she made her way over to Charlotte, her Asian complexion seemed exotic but her ass was the most captivating. Leslie was a professional dancer and her ass was perhaps the only thing in the world that could compete with Charlotte's figure for attention.

I dodged back into the kitchen as Leslie leaned over to whisper in Charlotte's ear.

I felt mortified that I'd been caught so openly ogling Charlotte. I chose the cowardly route and instead of stepping back into the room to apologize, I retreated to the storage room and made myself busy installing a shelving unit.

I didn't hear from the girls again until Leslie knocked on the storage room door a few hours later.

"Sorry to interrupt," Leslie poked her head inside the door.

"No problem at all," I tried as best I could to sound casual.

"It's 6:00 and I was thinking of calling it a night," Leslie started.

"Oh yeah, sure, sorry. I didn't realize how late it was. Thanks for all your hard work today and sorry again about the air conditioning."

Leslie smiled awkwardly. "No problem boss," she paused. "Are you planning on staying much longer?"

"Ah, no," I stammered. "I suppose not. I should probably get home and take a shower."

Leslie perked up. "Oh, awesome. Could I ask a huge favour then?" She bit her lower lip in an exaggerated way.

"Of course," I answered over my shoulder as I packed up my tools.

"Could I bum a ride home?"

I paused and turned around. 

"I'd love to but I brought the bike and even though you're both tiny I don't think we could get all three of us on there unless one of you wants to sit on the handlebars," I joked.

"No, it's just me. Charlotte took the bus home an hour and a half ago. She wasn't feeling all that well..." she paused. "You know, because of the heat."

I was surprised.

"Oh. Ok." I paused a second. "Charlotte didn't go home because of the staring thing this afternoon did she? I really didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable; I mean the sound of the glass breaking just caught me by surprise..."

"No, no no," Leslie interrupted. "She's fine, don't worry about it. She didn't even notice."

Leslie smiled.

"Well... um ok, then. If you don't mind taking the motorcycle I can give you a lift."

"That would be fantastic," Leslie beamed.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you outside after I lock up."

"Great!" Leslie's head disappeared from the door. She was already gone from the kitchen by the time I closed the storage room door behind me. I stopped in the staff bathroom and changed out of my soaked shirt into a dry one for the drive home. 

I turned off most of the lights and armed the security system before walking down the deck stairs to the parking lot. 

Leslie was leaning against my bike. She was again wearing the skirt and heels. Her bikini top and B cup cleavage was visible beneath the loose fitting shirt buttoned up only about half way.

Her outfit wasn't really ideal for riding on a motorcycle, but it looked pretty damn hot.

"So, have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" I asked playfully as I approached.

"No, never," she responded with a smile. "Do I have to do anything?"

"Nope, you'll just have to hold on tight. But I have to warn you, it could be a little difficult to get you home in that outfit."

"Oh? Got plans to kidnap me?" She flirted.

"No," I couldn't help smiling. "But it's going to be difficult to sit on the bike without hiking up that skirt and showing the world your bathing suit."

"Bathing suit?" She smiled. "What makes you think I've got a bathing suit on under this skirt?" She laughed and then put her hand on my shoulder. "Just kidding, but seriously I don't really care if people see my ass; its out there for the world to see on the beach anyway." 

"Ok then, but you're paying any tickets if we get pulled over for indecent exposure," I flirted back.

"Don't worry, the cops never give me tickets," she purred suggestively.

Leslie gave me directions to her apartment in a neighbourhood I wasn't very familiar with as I was helping her lower my helmet over her head and adjust the chin strap. The large helmet looked pretty funny on her tiny frame. I swung my leg over the bike and pulled it upright.

"Ok, your turn. Swing your leg over the bike and put your butt right here." I patted the small saddle space behind me.

Leslie hesitated for just a second before hiking her skirt up around her waist, exposing her bikini covered bottom. She swung her small leg over the bike and scooted forward until her breasts pushed softly into my back. I could help but steal a peek at her toned thighs during the maneuver.

"Now hold on tight." Her small arms encircled my waist and she gripped tightly. 

"All ready?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Yep!" Her voice was muffled by the helmet visor.

I pushed the ignition button and the engine burst to life. I gave the engine some gas, revving it quickly for affect. 

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." Leslie panted.

"What is it?" I asked worriedly over the engine noise. "Are you alright?"

"Yes.... Oh my God... I didn't realize it would vibrate," she shouted.

I was confused for a moment until it dawned on me that she was talking about. It felt like my cock instantly grew another three three inches and I'm sure she could feel the movement in my pants with her arms around my waist.

"Are you going to be alright?" I stammered.

"Oh yeah, this is great. Let's go!"

Without any more encouragement I put the bike in gear and we coasted out of the parking lot and onto the street. 

Sitting on a motorcycle in L.A. traffic at six in the evening is not somewhere you want to be on the best of days, much less on a scorcher. By the time we pulled up at the first stop light the fresh shirt I'd put on was already drenched with sweat under the heavy motorcycle jacket.

Leslie loosened her grip on my waist momentarily as we idled at the light. I could feel her shift her position forward on the bike, bringing her pelvis forward and her breasts pressed firmly into my back.

"Comfy?" I shouted back. She gave me a squeeze in response.

Some cat calls from the men in the 1980 Ford Grand Marquis beside me at the light reminded me that Leslie's skirt was hiked up around her waist and the world was getting a great view of her amazing ass. I thought I could hear a moan coming from the helmet behind me when the light turned green and the bike lurched into gear again.




Caden's California Ch. 02



It took another fifteen minutes of weaving through traffic before the congested downtown gave way to the less busy streets of the girls' rundown neighbourhood. Leslie tentatively released her two handed grip on my waist to gesture which streets to take until we arrived in front of a four story brick apartment building that looked like it had been built cheaply in the early 70s.

I parked my bike beside the curb and killed the engine. Leslie didn't move until I turned to her and asked, "So, this is it?"

Charlotte extracted her arms from my waist and started to unbuckle the helmet strap.

"Yep. This is home sweet home. I'd take being near the beach over Koreatown any day!" She pulled the helmet from her head but didn't seem to be in a hurry to dismount.

"Everything alright back there?" I joked.

"Yeah," she laughed. "I just don't think I can walk right now."

I swung my leg off the bike and stood on the curb. Leslie looked pretty fantastic sitting on the bike with her skirt hiked up and legs splayed over the seat. Her face was flush -- whether from the heat or arousal I don't know, but I had a suspicion.

Leslie slowly swung her leg over the bike and slowly pulled her skirt back down. She made a show of gently dragging her fingers over the seat, which seemed a little damp.

"Thanks for the ride," Leslie winked at me. 

"No problem at all," I smiled.

I started to remount my bike when Leslie grabbed my arm.

"Be a gentleman and walk me up would you? I can trade you a cold drink."

At this point the idea of a cold drink was almost as compelling the Asian eighteen year old with the mischievous eyes and the short skirt.

"Sure, just a glass of water, then I should be getting home for a shower."

"Great!" Leslie grabbed my helmet and led me to the front of her building. She fiddled with the door for three or four seconds before it finally opened with a groan. 

The lobby smelled musty and wasn't air conditioned.

"I know you're probably tired but our apartment is on the third floor and the elevator hasn't worked for a few weeks," she apologized. The "our" reminded me that Leslie was Charlotte's roommate and that she'd probably be home.

I hoped Leslie hadn't told Charlotte she'd caught me staring at her silently from the corner or this could be a little awkward. 

I gave an exaggerated groan but followed her as she started climbing the stairs.

I'm in pretty good shape but by the second floor I was panting. "This is quite the work out."

"Yep, it's great for the ass," Leslie laughed. 

I had to agree, the view was fantastic. Leslie's short skirt and high heels made it easy to make out her beautiful small ass attached to her petite frame. Leslie had the kind of ass that would have made her a millionaire as a stripper -- if she'd ever decided to give up ballet and modern contemporary that is.

"Almost there," Leslie chimed as we reached the third floor and started down the hall. She stopped in front of apartment number seven.

"It's good luck," she smiled tapping the wooden address sign. She turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

"Charlotte we're home!" She hollered playfully as she walked through the door. The entranceway opened up directly into a very short hall with a closet before leading directly into the kitchen. 

"I'm just going to head to the bathroom for a minute. Grab a drink from the fridge, Charlotte is probably in the living room down the hall," she pointed down a second hallway off the kitchen. "Make yourself at home."

"Umm sure," I mumbled as Leslie turned and headed down the hallway to the bathroom.

I looked quickly around the sparse kitchen. The cabinets and countertop looked to be about thirty years old and were probably the originals. The tile floor had also yellowed with age. The fridge at least looked like it had been built this decade, but just barely.

I opened the fridge and found it stocked with condiments, bottled water, takeout containers from Cravings and not much else. I suppose there wasn't much reason to cook at home when you could just grab something professionally prepared at work. 

I reached for one of the colder bottles at the back of the fridge, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

"Hi Caden!" 

The sound caught me by surprise and I turned quickly, careful not to inhale my mouthful of water.

"Oh, hi Charlotte, I didn't hear you." My heart was racing; she'd definitely caught me off guard. "Leslie told me I could grab a bottle of water from the fridge."

"Help yourself," Charlotte smiled.

Charlotte had snuck up on me barefoot. She was wearing a beautiful white and yellow sundress which seemed to glow against her tanned skin. Her dirty blonde hair fell elegantly down her shoulders. She looked out of place in the dingy kitchen.

"You look beautiful Charlotte," I stammered. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "I just put this on for tonight. Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes of course. You look amazing." I paused awkwardly.

"Great," Charlotte smiled and took a step towards me, moving closer than I think we'd ever been before. My back was already against the fridge so I couldn't step out of the way from the small blonde. She was so close that I could smell the clean fragrance of her soap.

"Leslie is just taking a quick shower, but we can start without her if you'd like?" Charlotte gave me a wink.

"Sorry, start what?" I was thoroughly confused and it must have shown on my face.

"Oh," Charlotte took a step back; her face had turned a deep red blush. "Never mind."

There was an awkward silence that seemed to last a full five minutes before she continued. "Sorry, why don't we go to the living room and have a seat?"

Thoroughly confused, I didn't object and wordlessly followed Charlotte down the hallway. The hallway was a narrow passage, on the right there was a closed door that I guessed, from the sound of the running water, was the bathroom. On the left was another door partially open that looked to be a girl's dimly lit bedroom. At the end of the hall the hallway ended at an archway opening up to a room twice the size of the kitchen.

The living room was furnished by a single coach facing an older TV propped up on a cheap stand with an issue of Cosmopolitan shoved under one of the corners to keep it level. The TV was turned to a home improvement channel and the volume turned down so low it was barely audible.

In the corner, closest to the door, there was setup a small computer desk with a laptop computer and a wooden dining room style chair. The far window was taken up by a large window that looked out over the alley separating the building from the strip mall next door. Mercifully a small air conditioning unit hummed away keeping the temperature down.

The rest of the room was filled with a collection of tropical house plants that were obviously well cared for. 

Charlotte sat down and curled her feet under her on the far side of the couch. She was obviously flustered about something and fidgeted with the remote, raising the volume on the TV slightly. I took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, still not entirely sure what I was still doing in the girls' apartment.

"Sorry I was actually just watching this show when you guys got home," she smiled awkwardly. "There's something fun about watching people with cool houses and beautiful things."

I moistened my lips with the water before speaking.

"Is everything alright Charlotte?"

"Oh," Charlotte looked distracted for a second before turning to face me. "Yeah, every things fine, I'm just a little mixed up."

"I got to tell you, I'm really confused right now. Leslie asked for a ride home and offered me a drink, maybe I should be going?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I know this feels weird, but you should stay. Leslie will explain." Her eyes pleaded with me.

I was really curious now but it didn't seem like Charlotte had any intention to explain anything further.

We sat in an awkward silence watching a renovation show on TV. At one point I heard a hair dryer so I assumed Leslie would be joining us soon. I caught Charlotte glancing at me a few times, but she seemed nervous. I stole a few glances at her myself when she wasn't looking. 

The sun dress had ridden up her toned legs when she sat down on the coach and the dress itself betrayed quite a bit of cleavage -- it wasn't something you would wear to a church.

When I was growing up in New York I had a stereotypical idea of what California was like. I always imagined it as a perpetually warm utopia filled with girls with tanned bodies and sun streaked hair. After moving out here I found out that California, and Los Angeles in particular wasn't the same as in the Hollywood movies - but I had been right about the women.

Charlotte was one of the best examples of the California girls that I fantasized about during the snow covered winters out east. 

"What the hell are you guys doing?"

I spun around at the voice behind me.

Leslie had quietly entered the living room without Charlotte or I noticing. My mouth was open with surprise but I didn't really know how to respond. Leslie stood in the entrance-way wearing what looked like a nightgown that fell to just below her waist and a pair of boy short style panties. She looked like she was getting ready for bed.

"Nothing," Charlotte responded defensively. "We're just watching TV and waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" Leslie seemed surprised. "I thought you'd have him half naked by now."

Confused I looked from Leslie to Charlotte and back, they were completely ignoring my presence in the room.

"So did I!" Charlotte countered, "But apparently you haven't told him anything, and I can't do it!"

I'd had enough. I'm a pretty patient guy, but I don't like playing games or being the fool. I stood up from the coach and started towards the hallway, interrupting the girls' exchange. Leslie gave me a surprised look as I walked past her.

"Caden," Leslie called after me as I made my way down the hallway, "where are you going?"

"Thanks for the water but I think I should be going," I called over my shoulder.

"Caden wait, wait, wait!" Leslie came running down the hallway in her bare feet. Charlotte walked briskly behind her. They intercepted me in the kitchen as I was collecting my helmet.

Leslie grabbed my arm as I turned for the door.

"Please, Caden, I can explain."

I stopped and turned to face her. 

"No more secrets?" I responded calmly.

"There wasn't supposed to be any secrets," Charlotte chimed from a few feet away. She was fiddling with her hands nervously. 

I looked at Leslie who had lowered her eyes.

She turned and gave Charlotte a glance before turning to face me. She had a sheepish grin on her face and was finding it hard to make eye contact with me. I'd never seen the shy Leslie before.

"Its been awhile since Charlotte and I have had a man over and I was just thinking that with the whole breakup you might be interested in a..." Leslie paused while she searched for the right word, "a rebound."

"A rebound? What's that supposed to mean?"

Leslie bit her lip. "Well you know, I saw how you were looking at Charlotte earlier, and we thought that maybe some no-strings-attached sex would be fun. So we came up with a plan to get you over here."

I could feel my cheeks starting to burn.

"But I forgot to tell you the real reason I brought you up here..."

"Forgot?!" Charlotte interjected loudly.

"Ok so I didn't forget, but I figured that Charlotte would have been a little bit more aggressive and you'd both be between the sheets by the time I finished my shower."

Both girls fidgeted and waited for my response. My mouth hung open dumbly until I could gather my wits to speak. 

"You brought me home to have sex with your roommate?"

Leslie looked confused for a minute before breaking into a smile.

"Not my roommate. My girlfriend, both of us actually. You don't think I'm hot too?" Leslie laughed.

I was still shocked. 

"You're lesbians?"

"Well no, not really. If we were lesbians, we wouldn't be interested in you," Leslie grinned. 

"But you sleep together?" I was trying to put the pieces together in my head as quickly as possible.

"Well yeah, we share a one bedroom apartment."

I mentally reviewed my tour of the apartment. There was only the one bedroom down the hall. You miss things when you aren't looking for them.

I was instantly hard now at the prospect of having sex with either one of these two beautiful women, but my brain decided to interject.

"I'm really flattered that you would think of me, but technically I'm your boss, we can't do this."

Leslie's smile faded and turned into a pout. 

Charlotte spoke up softly from the corner.

"Technically Ben is our boss. Ben handles all the scheduling, hiring and firing."

"That's right," Leslie chimed in. She lowered her voice an octave. "You don't want to join us?" Leslie gestured to Charlotte to move forward and wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist.

I stared unable to move or speak as the Asian girl pressed herself against Charlotte.

"Please Caden, sometimes a girl just needs some dick," Leslie purred. She reached out her hand and cupped Charlotte's ass through her sundress, drawing her closer until their lips met in a soft kiss.

Charlotte was lost in the kiss, her eyes closed to small slits and she ground her body against the small Korean. The kiss was over much too quickly. As their lips separated Charlotte took a step back and then wordlessly turned and retreated down the hallway.

I stood alone in the kitchen with Leslie who was now looking at me with a shy grin. She subconsciously lipped her lips, savoring the taste of Charlotte's lip gloss.

"Caden," she began, pausing to gather her thoughts. "I'm sorry for misleading you. I just... I just thought we could have a little fun."

I hadn't been able to close my mouth since the girls' kiss and stood speechless in front of her. Leslie mistook my silence for anger.

"God I've made this so awkward," Leslie took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry Caden..."

Leslie turned and without meeting my face she disappeared around the corner after Charlotte.

I stood alone for a moment in the girls' kitchen, holding my motorcycle helmet and trying to figure out exactly what had just happened. I wasn't sure what I should do but the throbbing in my very hard cock was making a pretty persuasive argument for dropping everything and joining the girls in the bedroom.

My mind was locked in conflict between the part of my brain that was screaming excuses like "you're their boss" and "what about Nicole?" and the part that was urging me to drop my helmet and experiencing a fantasy few men ever have the opportunity to live out.

I put my helmet down on the kitchen table, took a deep breath and headed for the hallway.

The apartment was silent except for the sound of my shoes on the cheap linoleum floor. I stopped in front of the bedroom door. It was closed except for a crack and I could hear quiet voices inside. I gently pushed it open until I was standing in the open doorway.

Charlotte and Leslie sat side by side at the end of the bed. They looked at me nervously while they tried to decipher my intentions.

"Should, um... should I take a shower first?" I managed an awkward grin.

The faces of both girls lit up with smiles. 

"Just down the hall," Leslie spoke. Her tone betrayed a sense of excitement and relief.

Nervous, I turned and made my way down the hallway to the bathroom. It was small, the majority of the room occupied by an old bathtub and shower enclosure. It was difficult to maneuver in the space but I managed to peel my t-shirt off.

There was a knock at the door and it opened slowly. Leslie peeked inside.

"Here's some towels and soap," Leslie passed me the items while she grinned mischievously and eyed my shirtless frame. "Be quick, we're waiting for you," Leslie gave me a wink and the door closed behind her again.

I didn't waste any time getting out of the rest of my clothes and jumped into the shower before it had heated up. The cool water felt great and helped to ease the throbbing between my legs.

I began to lather up and calmed myself with some deep breaths. My nervousness washed away with the day's sweat. Several short moments later I stepped out of the shower, feeling much cleaner and self-confident.

The bathroom air was warm from the heat wave and my wet skin dried quickly. I didn't want to put my sweaty clothes back on so I hung them from a towel rack on the door. Naked, I turned the door knob to leave before deciding to wrap the towel around my waist. 

I padded down the hall silently in my bare feet and found the door to the bedroom ajar. I could hear a soft urban beat coming from the girls' bedroom. 

I knocked and pushed it open slowly so that I could peek inside. My eyes adjusted to the dim candle light. Charlotte was laying on one side of the bed in her sundress. Her face glowed in the candlelight, her hair splayed across a pillow. Leslie danced seductively in her nightgown and boy shorts at the foot of the bed. 

Leslie looked over her shoulder, meeting my eyes with her own, not allowing my arrival to interrupt her performance. She gave me a playful smile and beckoned me into the room with a curled finger. 

I stepped into the bedroom naked except for my towel which was doing a terrible job of hiding my arousal. I wasn't sure what to do next so I decided to join Charlotte on the bed.

I'm not shy around women but I was nervous right now. I didn't have any experience as a third wheel. I didn't know who should start what, what was off limits -- the girls' knew each others bodies intimately.

The bed was a queen, so there was plenty of room for me and the petite Charlotte. She gave me a shy smile as I lay down on the opposite side. The mattress was soft and plush and the pillow smelled of feminine shampoo. I was definitely a visitor in this territory.

Charlotte shifted towards me. She moved her body closer until she pressed against me and I could feel the heat of her body through her thin sundress. She draped her arm across my body and gently trailed her fingers over my chest. 

I could feel Charlotte's breath on my neck as she nuzzled closer against me. I allowed my arm to drift down her back, my fingers to softly outline the curves of her body hidden by the small dress. I pulled gently on the fabric revealing the bottom of the blonde's ass. Charlotte wasn't wearing panties.

We took our time gently exploring, I split my attention between Charlotte and Leslie as she danced at the foot of the bed. Leslie watched intently as my hands revealed more and more of her girlfriend's body. 

Leslie paid no attention to me; she was lost in a lustful haze. Her eyes transfixed on her lover, admiring a view I imagined was much more obscene than the one afforded from my angle.

I decided to become bolder. The next time my hand dropped to Charlotte's back, I continued lower, pulling the hem higher I cupped the globe of her ass. Charlotte breathed in quickly before exhaling with a guttural moan; she pressed her mons into the bed. Her hand darted lower and pulled the towel, uncovering my cock for the first time.

I looked for Leslie's reaction.

Leslie bit her lip, diverting her glaze to my dick for only a moment, before turning her attention fully back to Charlotte's exposed ass. 

Charlotte reached lower and wrapped her small hands around my shaft. She purred in my ear and gently pulled on my ear lobe with her teeth.

"Thank you," Charlotte whispered as she traced my shaft from its base to the head, then clasped tightly and began to stroke.

I couldn't help letting out a moan. Encouraged Charlotte began pumping harder and began to trace her tongue down my neck. It felt fantastic, but I didn't want to spend a threesome getting a hand job.




Caden's California Ch. 02



I startled Charlotte by suddenly pulling away and getting to my feet, leaving her alone on the bed. 

"What?" Charlotte stared at me, confused and even frightened by the abrupt movement.

"Wait," I responded calmly.

I fixed my attention on Leslie, who was also staring at me in surprise. She had stopped dancing, one of her hands was buried inside her panties and the other was pressed to her breast.

She withdrew her hand from her slit as if she'd been burnt. Her eyes darted between my engorged cock and my face as I approached her. She looked nervous.

"Relax," I smiled and placed my hands on her shoulders. She took a deep breath and I allowed my hands to gently slide down her arms. I leaned in close and kissed her forehead. 

Leslie stood submissively, as my hands reached her wrists. I slid them around her back and took hold of the hem of her nightgown. Leslie wordlessly agreed to the next step by raising her arms so that I could pull the garment up her small lithe body and over her head.

I tossed it to the floor and took a step back to admire Leslie's naked form. Her breasts were small, but had a fantastic shape. Her pale skin was flawless and there wasn't a sign of fat on her body. Her abs were smooth and her hips flared sensually. She looked perfectly proportioned.

She regained her composure and the Leslie I knew returned. She fixed me with a fiery gaze.

"Like what you see?" Leslie challenged playfully. 

She hooked her thumbs into her panties and made a show of pulling them down her thighs. Leslie's years of training as a professional dancer made her very flexible -- her well toned legs remained straight as she bent at the waist until the boy shorts were in a pool at her feet.

She straightened with the grace of a woman who had been a dancer all of her life, and revealed her swollen lips. Leslie had a very small landing strip which guided the eyes down to her small slit. She was an absolute wet dream. An Asian fantasy girl incarnate.

I managed to tear my eyes away from her cunt to meet Leslie's gaze. She grinned knowingly, licked her lips and then turned her attention to my dick. I moved closer so that we could touch again.

Without hesitation she reached for my shaft and grasped it in her small hands. Leslie raised her eyes to meet mine and leaned in to kiss my lips as she gently began to stroke my cock. 

A low moan caught the attention of both of us and we turned to look at the bed. Charlotte was propped up against the pillows, her eyes closed except for tiny slits. Her sundress was hiked up past her waste, her legs spread obscenely, bent at the knees; she had two fingers buried deep in her hairless cunt. 

Her juices dripped from her slit coating her mound in a slick sheen that glowed and flickered in the soft light of the candles.

Leslie released my cock with a squeeze and crawled onto the bed, her hips swaying seductively as she moved her naked body quickly to cover Charlotte's splayed form. The girls pressed together and locked lips in one of the most erotic kisses I've ever seen. 

I was given a fantastic view of both girls' pussies pressed together and my cock throbbed in response. The contrast between Charlotte's tanned skin and Leslie's pale complexion added an even more exotic element.

Leslie slowly pulled away, biting the blonde's lower lip as she retreated. Charlotte panted with need as Leslie reached lower, gathering the sundress in her hands and pulling it over Charlotte's head. 

Once freed from the small dress Charlotte rolled Leslie onto her back and climbed atop her. They kissed again before Charlotte began slowly dragging her breasts down the Korean girl's body. Leslie spread her legs in anticipation and combed her fingers through Charlotte's dirty blonde hair.

Charlotte trekked lower, circling Leslie's taut nipples with her tongue and kissing the curvature of her breasts. She stopped only momentarily to gently tease her belly button before arching her back and dragging her tongue past Leslie's mons.

Charlotte gently licked the moisture from Leslie's lips causing her to shiver and press Charlotte's face deeper into her slit. Charlotte dove lower, pressing her tongue inside Leslie's sopping hole and then slowly dragging her tongue up her gash until it found Leslie's clit. Leslie jerked and moaned as the blonde's tongue made contact with her sensitive bud.

Charlotte paused and turned to find me standing at the foot of the bed. My gaze captured by the performance in front of me.

"Fuck me, Caden." Charlotte's eyes were full of lust, she stared at me for a moment before turning back to her girlfriends cunt. Leslie's moans started again almost instantly as Charlotte attacked her clit with her tongue.

I didn't need any more encouragement. I climbed onto the now crowded bed and moved up to join the girls. Leslie was lost in lust, her chest rose and fell with each gasp teased from her by Charlotte's expert tongue.

My cock was the hardest I think it's ever been. It throbbed almost painfully with anticipation. I tapped Charlotte's calves, softly guiding her into position. She complied spreading her legs further and raising her ass obscenely to give me better access.

I held my cock in my hand and slowly guided it to her drooling entrance. Charlotte paused her assault on Leslie's slit when she felt the head of my cock push against her tight hole. 

Then, overcome with lust, I took her. Hard. I drove my cock into her tight hole. Charlotte moaned into Leslie's cunt causing the Asian girl to shudder with pleasure.

I began to withdraw my dick until only the head of my cock was inside Charlotte's tight hole. Then, I drove it back in. Charlotte grunted and I pulled it back out slowly again. Her pussy lips clung to my shaft as it filled her hole. 

Charlotte's tongue worked overtime on Leslie's clit alternating between slow circles, and fast stimulation. Leslie reached her breaking point and began to bucker her hips against Charlotte's drenched face.

Charlotte recognized her girlfriend was close and redoubled her efforts, driving her tongue up and down Leslie's gash and sucking hard on the clit. 

Leslie closed her eyes and her body tensed as her orgasm overcame her. She screamed with release as Charlotte continued to stimulate her clit until Leslie collapsed exhausted on her back, her legs still splayed.

Charlotte breathed deeply, tired herself from the effort, she rest her head on Leslie's mound and pushed back against my cock as I continued to drive it deep inside her from behind. She moaned as she began to approach her own orgasm.

Leslie opened her eyes and fixed me with a content smile. I reached between Charlotte's legs and gently stroked her clit, causing her to moan loudly.

Leslie, her mind still clouded from her orgasm shuffled to her knees and moved around the bed until she was laying beside Charlotte on her back, with her head facing the foot of the bed. 

Charlotte suddenly paused catching me off guard, my cock pulled out of her pussy with a slick pop. I used my hand to stroke it while I watched her raise a leg and straddle Leslie's face.

Without hesitation Leslie began to lick her girlfriends wet slit. 

"Don't stop Caden," Charlotte whispered quietly. 

I repositioned myself between her thighs and pushed my cock back inside her. Charlotte pushed back with renewed intensity. Her body tensed as she was overcome with the sensation of again being filled with my cock while Leslie assaulted her clit with her tongue.

She released a low moan and I knew that she wouldn't be able to last long. I redoubled my efforts, driving my shaft faster inside of her as she shuddered and moaned towards an explosive climax.

I was balls deep when it hit her. Charlotte tensed and stopped thrusting. Her mouth opened in a scream that filled the room and her cunt muscles squeezed my cock in a vice grip. I could feel the vibration in my cock from Leslie's tongue mercilessly flicking Charlotte's clit and sending her over the edge.

Charlotte bucked twice more before falling forward onto Leslie and releasing my cock from her hot hole.

I realized I'd been holding my breath during Charlotte's orgasm, I inhaled deeply trying to catch my breath. I was covered in sweat. Charlotte rolled off of Leslie and onto her back, completely exhausted.

I was so close to release I couldn't help myself. I started to stroke my cock as I gazed on the splayed naked bodies of Leslie and Charlotte on the bed. I was as hard as I've ever been. This was an absolute fantasy come true -- except I hadn't cum yet.

Charlotte opened her eyes and gave me a sexy smile.

"Are you close, Stud?"

I nodded. I was painfully close and not willing to wait for release.

Charlotte gently spread her legs and used her finger to spread her slick pussy lips. She was presenting herself to me, spreading her drenched slit obscenely.

"Do you want to fuck me some more Caden, or do you want your cock sucked?" Charlotte asked her eyes never leaving my own, her fingers gently stroking her slit. 

"Suck my cock," I commanded.

"Yeah? Would that make you cum baby?" Charlotte smiled and drew her sopping finger from her slit to her mouth - tasting her cunt mixed with my precum.

Leslie shifted on the bed and without a word grabbed my cock in her hand. I was caught by surprise but recovered quickly as she took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the head of my shaft as she pumped the base with her fist.

"Cum in her mouth," Charlotte coaxed from the other side of the bed. She spread her legs further and drove two fingers into her swollen cunt. She leaned back and gently rolled a nipple between her fingers.

It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. I stared transfixed as Charlotte thrust her pussy to meet her fingers and moaned as Leslie's tongue worshiped my shaft. I could feel the cum beginning to rise from my balls.

I gently stroked Leslie's hair and warned her, "I'm gonna cum."

Charlotte redoubled her efforts driving her fingers well past her knuckles.

Leslie didn't release my cock as I expected.

I couldn't hold out any longer, I growled as my orgasm overtook me, pumping my cum up my shaft. Leslie sealed her lips around the head of my cock and swallowed quickly as I emptied my load into her mouth.

I was overcome with an incredible feeling of relaxation as my orgasm very slowly faded.

When she was sure I was empty, Leslie gently kissed the tip of my dick, before finally releasing it from her warm mouth. 

When I regained enough energy to open my eyes Leslie had rolled over onto her back, exhausted. Charlotte was also taking a break, her fingers still deep in her cunt. I rolled over onto my back to take a rest too.

I pulled Leslie to me and she cuddled against my side. Charlotte inched her way over and curled up on my other side. I groaned contently. 

"Leslie," Charlotte whispered. 

Leslie opened her eyes and looked over my chest at her girlfriend.

Charlotte propped herself up and leaned over - Leslie met her halfway and they had a slow kiss.

"Caden," Leslie whispered playfully. "You were pretty good too."

I smiled and pulled both naked bodies closer against me.