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Chapter 4: A Hot Time in Vegas
We spent the first night just being tourists. We gambled, we gorged on food, we had some drinks, but most of all, we had a lot of fun. Everywhere you went, it was either a casino, a buffet, a hotel, a wedding chapel, or some combination of these things. The lights were bright, some of them blinding, but all of them amazing.
Chase and I talked and goofed around. We often forgot there was a third person with us. It wasn't until our third casino that Chase said, "Hey, you know what?"
"What?" I asked, feeling goofy and a little drunk.
"We're in Vegas, we ought to do something spontaneous and textbook… well, Vegas," said Chase. She wasn't completely sober either.
I thought for a moment before giving a reply: "Nude bar?" I asked, feeling the corny grin cross my face.
"No," said Chase punching my arm. I laughed. She leaned close and whispered to me, "We ought to get married."
"What?!" I stumbled backward in surprise. I went for the stool behind me, but wound up collapsing on the floor.
"Come on," said Chase. Before I knew it, she had my hand and was dragging me off to a wedding chapel. Now, while I wasn't able to form my words or actions that well, I was still coherent enough to figure out what was going on and I knew I was going to remember it all tomorrow, if only after a few moments. I was aware that our "pastor" was an Elvis impersonator impersonating the later years of Elvis, big gut and all. I knew how crazy this all was and I think Chase knew too, but I still couldn't help the fact that I said those two sealing words:
"I do."
I was aware that Chase had said them too and, in my mind, I thought it was all so crazy and backward and not at all how I would have wanted it to go, but… it felt okay. It wasn't ideal, no, but it felt okay. My mind kept screaming no for the rest of the night… until the door closed on the room that Chase and I were staying in. Then, every atom in my body screamed YES!
"Why don't you go wait over there? I'll be right out," said Chase. She giggled girlishly and went into the bathroom. I smiled and gave a small chuckle. The fog of alcohol was gradually clearing, but I knew how incoherent I still was in regards to my situation and actions. This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy, I thought. Then, Chase came out of the bathroom in something see-through and form-fitting. Fuck, yeah, went my brain. I stood up and I went over to her. I stood over her and felt her cheek with my thumb.
There are a million combinations for words, most of which would have been acceptable. I think I said one of the most awkward combos. "Man, you're hot," came out of my mouth. Chase, however, didn't see it as awkward, she just giggled in that amused way she did. We both smiled and kissed. The excitement of the night, the drunk of the alcohol, and the high of the situation led us into each other's arms. Our clothes quickly fell to the bedside and there were no lights on except the one in the bathroom (which was one of those automatic timer ones that neither of us knew how to turn off).
It was all impulse, all instinct and carnal desire, that moved us that night. My kisses upon her perfect C-cup chest, her smooth stomach, her freckly ass (only place on her with freckles), and her wanting lips. God, I couldn't get enough of her. Her hands caressed, reached, and stroked my body in all the right ways. I moaned my approval at about the same volume as she did hers. I couldn't wait for that long and sweet "perfect first" that every romance novel lives off of. I went right in and, although Chase looked instantly pained, I was able to wait just long enough to where the pain subsided from her face. Then, I began ramming full speed. I needed this done and I needed it done now. I needed Chase. I needed to make her mine. Some carnal, primal instinct told me that this was important, that my very manhood was at stake here.
"Pottery showing here for $255.00. This fascinating piece of-" The situation had changed and it was on some sort of shopping channel.
"Oh, this is much better, Dad. Now I don't have to think about doing extra masterbating- I mean homework later," said Chris.
"I don't know what the hell happened," said Peter.
"Peter, I think you're sitting on the remote again," said Lois.
"Oh, that's what that was? I thought it was a brownie," said Peter. He lifted his ass and reached under it. Sure enough, there was the remote.
"How were we able to turn it on in the first place? God, I can't believe how this family functions with this much stupidity," said Stewie.
Brian sighed and shook his head. He looked off-screen and asked, "Are we ready to continue this? I want to have the ability to think about this later without a long interruption."
"We should be good to go now," said someone off-screen.
"All right, that's good then. Sorry, everyone, I'm sorry," said Brian to more people off-screen. An audience was heard giving sighs of disappointment.
"Okay, let's get back to the show," said Peter, pushing a button on his remote.
We both called out. I was vaguely aware that she had said my name and I praised whatever gods there were for giving me this night, this moment. I managed, with an effort, to fall to my side. Chase didn't let go and I was still inside of her. She smiled naughtily and said, "Again?"
I shrugged. "Eh, why not?" I instantly flipped over and began screwing her again and again and again. The bed shook violently with our lovemaking, but that was the only other thing besides Chase that I was aware of. I would find out the next morning that, among the hangover headache, I could also add a headache for the bill that would have to be paid for the damage made to the wall.
