Pageant Princess: A Harem Adventure (Back Home Harem Book 4), page 1
Rex Sterling
Pageant Princess
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Contents
1. White Wedding
2. Pageant World
3. Splish Splash
4. Unsupervised
5. Butterflies and Rockets
6. Prone
7. Long Live the Queen
8. Candy
9. White Knight
10. Buns and Ovens
11. Tropical Waves
12. Miss United States
13. Backstage Pass
14. Epilogue
Also by Rex Sterling
One
White Wedding
The week after we returned from the island, we finished setting up our new house. Annika moved me into her new bedroom, then we anointed it several times over. She fit into our burgeoning harem like a round peg in a round hole, no pun intended.
Over the next few weeks, she and Lillie had grown especially close, yet neither woman had approached me about a threesome. Either they didn’t feel comfortable with it, or they were scheming. The betting man in me would lay money on the latter.
Jenna and I spent a long weekend together at a fitness competition she had ultimately won. Meanwhile, Angie and Gretta spent a week in Napa, touring vineyards and chugging wine. I helped Becca prep for her upcoming Miss United States beauty pageant with every session ultimately devolving into sex.
With autumn fast approaching, the summer’s last big event was the family road trip to watch Becca compete in her last beauty pageant. It was the event where, absurdly enough, I would act as her gay chaperone. It seemed ludicrous to me, but Becca insisted we could pull it off.
Now, with less than a week until the pageant arrived, we were living the calm before the storm. I was busy setting up my office and our new home network when a soft pair of hands massaged my shoulders and the jasmine scent of Angie’s latest perfume washed over.
Angie pressed up behind me where I was busy installing a network access point and slid her hands around my waist before she squeezed me tight.
“Hi, baby. What are you working on?” She asked.
She knew damn well what I was working on. She saw me ten minutes earlier hooking up the access point in the kitchen where we had an entire conversation about our Internet speed. I welcomed the affection and while her hugs and kisses were no longer rare, this time it reeked of having a favor attached to it.
“Oh, I’m just busy taking over the world,” I said. “Want to help?”
Angie giggled as I turned around to face her. She perched on her toes and drew me into a long kiss, layered with enough tongue to throw me wildly off task.
When she came away, she smiled at me in a way that telegraphed an incoming request.
“Before things get too hot and heavy, would you mind zipping over to Gretta’s house? She needs to move some of Jimmy’s things into the attic and the boxes are too heavy for her.”
She batted her eyelashes at me, and I was putty in her hands. “That’s no problem at all,” I said, with my palms still planted on Angie’s round ass.
Angie perched on her toes and kissed me again. This time, the kiss was shorter, but carried the promise of things to come. “When you get back, we can play. I bought some new lingerie just for you. I can’t wait for you to see it.”
She had lured me into her honey trap. With a hard cock and a ravenous desire, I would have swallowed broken glass to see her covered in barely-there lingerie. Not that I would have opted out of helping Gretta. Angie’s offer of an afternoon delight was simply the sugar sprinkled on a cake already topped with my favorite icing.
A short walk later, I arrived at the Fields’ mansion and went inside to find the place strangely empty. The girls were nowhere in sight, and neither was Gretta.
Floor by floor, I trudged through the house, searching for Gretta until I struck gold on the third floor landing.
At the end of the hallway, the muted sound of seventies soft rock drifted from the open attic door. I paused and listened. The tune was Gerry Rafferty’s, Baker Street and the floodgates opened on decades old memories.
Those memories came from my college years when Jimmy and I hung out at the bar where Gretta worked. It was there we became friends, and Jimmy first hooked up with Gretta. The hit seventies song was one of many that Gretta played during her shift.
As the saxophone riff took over, I smiled, and walked along the third-floor hallway until I reached the open attic door. Gretta must have stumbled on her old record collection.
I climbed the short flight of stairs beyond the attic door and stepped into an unexpectedly cozy space.
Warm light from a single table lamp lit the room with an intimate vibe. Gretta’s old record player sat on a nearby table stacked with boxes, plastic bins, and dusty old books. Christmas and Halloween decorations lined one wall, and bins filled with baby clothes and other memorabilia lined another. Stacks of ancient photo albums sat perched atop a coffee table in front of the red leather sofa where Gretta sat.
It was Gretta herself that caught me most by surprise. With a photo album nestled in her lap, she sat, wearing her old white wedding dress.
As Gerry Rafferty crooned from the record player, she gazed at a photo album, slowly turning one page after another. She hadn’t heard me enter and seemed lost in another time. There was something about her melancholic expression that made me feel like an intruder. This wasn’t the time to crash into her headspace to talk about moving boxes.
I planned a careful retreat where I could text her and give her the time she needed to come back to the present. I turned to leave when she looked up at me and smiled as if she had known I had been there all along.
“Do you remember this song?” Gretta asked me.
I grinned and stepped into the room. “You always loved the oldies. This one was one of your favorites.”
Her eyes shimmered as she held my gaze. “Don’t you remember? We danced to this song the night you and I drank four bottles of wine between us.”
I nodded and snapped my fingers as the memory came back to me. “I helped you close the bar. We had breakfast together and watched the sunrise.”
A look of pure joy I’d never seen before settled in her eyes, chasing away the melancholy. Gretta patted the sofa beside her. “Stevie, come sit with me.”
I stepped around a leather foot stool and eased onto the sofa beside her. Gretta’s silky blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, while a few errant wisps decorated her cheeks. She didn’t look a day older than the twenty-two-year-old beauty I had crushed on back in the day. Jimmy was a fool to let her go.
Seeing her in that wedding dress was an unexpected treat. The last time Gretta wore that dress was on her wedding night when she rode me with it hiked up around her waist. That memory was as vivid now as it was the day after Gretta married Jimmy.
“What’s with the wedding gown?”
Gretta laughed and gazed down at her dress, then back at me. “I wanted to see if it still fit.” She shrugged. “Then I found the record player and the old photos. Suddenly I was back in college all over again.”
“Feeling nostalgic?”
Rather than answering me, Gretta pointed to a photo. “Do you remember the night we took this picture?”
It was a picture of me, Angie, Jimmy, and Gretta gathered around a table filled with wineglasses and beer bottles. The four of us leaned in and smiled at the camera. Gretta and I sat in the middle with our cheeks pressed together and her hand resting on my leg.
“You used to work at that bar,” I said. “God, we were so young.”
“I vividly remember that night,” Gretta said. “Jimmy and I had been married for six months. We all went out to celebrate our half anniversary.”
At the mention of her anniversary, I detected a hint of bitterness but thought better than to mention it. “I remember that night, too. We ended up back at your place. Jimmy passed out and the three of us
Gretta laughed and traced the faces in the photo with her fingertip. “Things got pretty crazy. After what happened, I’m surprised you didn’t drop us as friends.”
That night, Angie and Gretta made out in the pool. Not only didn’t I mind, it had turned me on. “Hardly. That’s the night I knew we would be friends for life.”
Gretta chuckled and gazed at the picture while she held silent for a long moment, as if wrestling with some internal decision. “I remember that night for another reason.”
As she spoke, she didn’t look at me. It was almost as if she couldn’t bring herself to do so. “What reason?”
Gretta sighed and turned to face me. As if with reluctance, she met my eye. “You probably need some context first before I blurt it all out.”
The words seemed like a struggle for her. I reached out and picked up one of her hands before giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It sounds like you need to get something off your chest.”
Gretta smiled at me nervously and nodded. She took a deep breath and released it before continuing. “The first six months of our marriage were rough, and that’s putting it mildly.”
I frowned. I knew there were some rocky moments in their marriage, but they always seemed happy. But I knew all too well what surface happiness looked like. “Was it because of what happened between us on your wedding night?”
“That’s part of it, although Jimmy doesn’t know that we made love. Our problems ran far deeper and started much earlier. Jimmy had a wandering eye that never ceased wandering and….”
Gretta picked up my other hand in hers and took a breath, as if steeling herself. “And my heart never belonged to Jimmy.”
My stomach dropped. “Gretta, I’m really sorry about that night. I feel responsible for —”
Gretta leaned forward and cut me off with a kiss. A moment later, she pulled back and searched my face with her warm eyes. “I don’t regret a moment. I think about it often, and you don’t know how many times I thought of you while Jimmy was… well, while Jimmy was on top of me. But Steve, the night we made love was the true consummation of my real marriage.”
I paused and gazed into her eyes, lettering her words sink in.
Gretta caressed my hands with her thumbs and visibly relaxed. “But there’s so much more to the story.”
“More?” I laughed nervously. “What you’ve said is a lot.”
She frowned, her expression worried. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I said, quickly covering my tracks. “It’s all good. Please, continue.”
“It was always you, Steve.” Her voice broke and tears welled in her eyes. “I fell in love with you long before I married Jimmy. I’ve lived a lie for so long and I’m done doing that.”
Gretta sniffled and let go of my hand long enough to brush a tear from her eye. “God, it feels so good to say those words out loud.”
I squeezed Gretta’s hand in reassurance. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve been together.”
“And break up your friendship with Jimmy? How would it have looked if you made a move on your best friend’s fiancé? We never would have recovered, and by we, I mean you and me. I kept on with Jimmy just so I could have you in my life.”
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I was too stunned to even speak.
“So, I married Jimmy. When you and I made love on my wedding night, I silently vowed myself to you. I’ve never considered Jimmy my husband.”
Gretta gazed down at the picture and sighed. “The night we took this picture. That’s when I planned to tell you.”
“What happened? Why didn’t you?”
“I told you that our first six months were rocky. They were rocky because Jimmy fucked anyone he could stick his dick in. We both knew, and I planned to file for a divorce. Then he came to me the week before we took this picture and asked my permission to open our marriage.”
My jaw dropped. “And you agreed?”
“Only after Jimmy conceded to letting me pursue a relationship with you.”
My legs turned to rubber, and I stared at her, slack jawed. “For the love of all that’s holy, why didn’t you tell me? I would have jumped at the chance. I was crazy for you, Gretta. God, I would’ve walked over broken glass for five minutes alone with you.”
Gretta’s expression softened, and she leaned into another kiss. Our lips lingered, and the moment stretched before she backed up and looked at me. “Don’t you remember what else happened that night?”
I rummaged through my memories, trying to dredge up the past. There was the kiss she shared with Angie, but that wasn’t it. Even Jimmy knew about the kiss. It was water under the bridge. She was referring to something else. It hit me. “Angie and I announced our engagement.”
Gretta chuckled. “Talk about bad timing, huh? How could I proposition you when you just got engaged?”
“Still, I would have jumped at the chance,” I said. “So would Angie.”
Gretta shook her head. “You can say that now, but we were just kids back then. Angie would have killed me, and I adored her. I still do.”
I chuckled. “I’m well aware of how much you two adore each other.”
“Does it bother you?”
I didn’t flinch. “I could ask you the same thing. My feelings for Becca, Jenna, and Lillie aren’t a secret.”
“They see the same thing in you I do,” she said. “You are one in a million, and I’m thrilled that my daughters will build families with you where I couldn’t. "
I frowned. “What do you mean? We aren’t dead, and neither one of us looks a day over thirty.”
Gretta’s eyes widened. “I thought… well, I thought you didn’t look at me that way anymore. We haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together since you’ve moved home.”
“I haven’t had two nickels’ worth of time to rub together since we got back,” I said. “Besides, I thought you had a good thing going with Angie. I didn’t want to step on that.”
Gretta rolled her eyes. “I love Angie, but I’m in love with you.”
I held her gaze for a long moment before getting the nerve to take the leap of faith. “The bad timing ends here.”
Gretta set aside the photo album, stood, then crawled onto my lap. She straddled me, placing her knees on either side of my hips while she draped her arms over my shoulders and met me face to face.
Her eyes smoldered, and her smile melted me on contact. My cock hardened under her ass, pulsing as it thickened where it filled out my briefs. I wrapped my arms around Gretta’s waist then slid my hands lower where I encased her gown covered ass.
White lace and chiffon puffed up around her, rising like a cake as she settled onto my lap. “Now it’s all coming back to me. I remember how there was more of your dress than there was of you.”
Gretta grinned, leaned in, and kissed me before she came away. “It’s like opening a fortune cookie.”
I worked my hands under the myriad layers until my fingertips brushed against her bare skin. My cock expanded in my pants, further hardening under Gretta’s pussy.
“I’m getting flashbacks,” I said. “Before this escalates any further, I’m not packing a condom. I came here expecting to move boxes. I think Angie set me up.”
Gretta grinned as she ran her palms over my chest. “I feel something moving. As for the condom, please don’t wear one.”
“Are you on birth control?” I asked.
Gretta shook her head, then averted her gaze. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact….” She looked up and met my gaze straight on. “Would it be so crazy to play with live rounds? Having a baby with you was something I always dreamed of but never expected.”
“Can you? I mean, is it too late for that?”
Gretta shook her head. “According to my gynecologist, I have the uterus of a thirty-year-old and I’m as fertile as ever.”
“You want me to…?” I let the question hang.
“Put a baby in me?” She laughed and nodded. “If you’re game, that is. I mean, I want you to be the baby’s father.”
I chuckled as I ran my hands over her outer thighs and cupped her panty-clad ass. My cock throbbed, pulsing against the warmth between her legs. “Do I want to have a baby with the beautiful, smart, and very vivacious Gretta Larsen? That’s one fantasy I’ll be able to check off the bucket list.”
