Post by mac on Oct 25, 2016 4:42:01 GMT
Summary of Part I:
In their senior year of College, Arthur and Chardonnay got paired up for a project not unlike the project they had to perform their freshman year: propose a business together. One thing led to another during their preparations... and they wound up sleeping together. As a result, Arthur grew nervous during the presentation and messed it all up. Furious, Chardonnay went back to his apartment to confront him about it, which led to them sleeping together again. They were offered a second chance by Professor Lockwood, who knew the two of them were capable of much better. After their second attempt at presenting, they got a 3.0 and managed to graduate from Metric Academy with the class of 2020.
After graduating, the two stopped talking for a period of a few months. One night, Chardonnay went to Arthur’s apartment again, and went to initiate sex. They were going to fuck again until she realized his boxers were plaid – and then hysterically laughed at him. The sexual tension faded but after that incident the two agreed to become something to one another – fuckbuddies. Over the course of time, things got odder for them. They reluctantly wound up embarrassing themselves in front of the other, like when Chardonnay first tripped into Arthur’s bathtub in July 2020 and when Arthur wound up being there for Chardonnay when she had a nightmare that next August. Over the course of their fuckbuddy relationship Arthur wound up giving Chardonnay a spare key to his apartment, because he often left before she did in the morning. They would text one another only to see if the other was busy, and come over only for sex.
Over the period of a half a year or so, Chardonnay thought she might have gotten pregnant. Along with that, though, Chardonnay’s restaurant was finalized and opened. While she dealt with the fear of potentially being pregnant and not knowing how, or if, to tell Arthur, he was promoted at the theater and started to help his boss with running the place. Oblivious to her pregnancy scare, Arthur assumed that Chardonnay was sick of him and had found someone better. By the time Chardonnay found out she wasn’t pregnant, Arthur assumed she’d called off the fuckbuddy relationship and attempted to date a girl named Erin, but it didn’t work out. At the end of February 2021, Chardonnay decided to go to his apartment, to see if he was still interested in sleeping together. She pushed him towards his bedroom, and when he reciprocated her actions their fuckbuddy relationship started up again. After one evening where they got particularly... loud, Arthur’s neighbor mentioned overhearing them and that prompted the two to start doing something different: hook up at Chardonnay’s condo.
Of course, the first night they tried to have sex there, Chardonnay’s talking mirror almost interrupted them. That embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop hooking up at her place to become a regular thing, though, especially since neither one really wanted Arthur’s neighbors to overhear them. At Chardonnay’s condo, Arthur got to appreciate her mattress for the first time. He would up receiving more hostile treatment than he’d given her when she stayed over his place – but he didn’t mind not being given a key. There was another different tension that morning about Arthur being in Chardonnay’s condo and personal space. It resulted in a small fight, which ended with them both realizing that he was out of place there, and more broadly, that they didn’t really fit into each other’s lives at all.
In August 2021, Chardonnay wound up dealing with a stalker, a man named Andrew who was her restaurant’s architect’s son. Initially he tried to set himself up with her over the three month long period where she stopped sleeping with Arthur. Even afterwards Chardonnay would up see Andrew numerous times and told him to leave her alone – but one evening he cornered her after she closed her restaurant. She got away from him, and forgot that she had arranged with Arthur for him to come over that night. Instead of having sex, Chardonnay wound up drinking too much and confessing what happened with Andrew to him. Afterwards, Arthur spent the night making sure she didn’t hurt herself and convinced her to, begrudgingly, text him every night to let him know she got home safely. After that point they began texting on a daily basis. They started to get a little closer at that – perhaps not personally – but at least for Arthur’s side of things, he started to unconsciously care for her and her safety. Getting the texts from her every night – no matter how late they came – relieved him. A month later Arthur wound up embarrassing himself with her bidet by thinking it was a bunch of spiders launching into his ass, but even that embarrassment didn’t stop their fuckbuddy relationship. From then through September 2024, they continued to sleep together almost every weekend, with a few periods of business between.
During September 2024, one morning when Chardonnay and Arthur were about to have sex they were interrupted by a call from her father. Flash forward a few days later, and Arthur was invited to a dinner by his boss, Mr. Carmichael. He was supposed to meet his friend there. And it turned out that his boss’ friend was Thomas Nicholas, and his family was there too – including Chardonnay. The dinner was very awkward since Chardonnay’s parents and Arthur’s boss didn’t know they were sleeping together and were trying to pair them together. During the dinner, it was revealed that Arthur had briefly almost dated Erin. Chardonnay also paled considerably when her father mentioned grandchildren. That reaction caused Arthur to bring it up the next time they met. Chardonnay wound up spilling that she’d had a pregnancy scare during that three months, and Arthur revealed that he had gone on dates while Chardonnay was ignoring him, and had even kissed her when his fuckbuddy arrangement with Chardonnay was technically still on. And he was furious she’d never told him she was going through a pregnancy scare – until she implied that maybe the child wouldn’t have been his. Both of them would up unintentionally hurting the other that night and they called their fuckbuddy relationship off indefinitely. They saw each other again when she delivered her cookbook for Susan to keep – and after that things were even worse than before.
December 2024, after a long period of bad luck, Chardonnay’s car broke down in the middle of a storm and she had no one else to call but Arthur. He came down despite the fact they were no longer sleeping together and got her home. When met with hostility, Arthur got angry and the two fought again. The fight wound up actually leading to a resolution where they both admitted that they didn’t want their fuckbuddy relationship to end. Arthur wound up spending the night at her place and she began to text him every night when she got home again. The two promised to remain exclusive fuckbuddies and to tell one another if they found interest in someone else – and in Arthur’s case, he asked for Chardonnay to promise to tell him if she had another pregnancy scare.
January 2025, the first time they opt to go to Arthur’s apartment for sex in years, Chardonnay is late arriving. Worried she got into a car accident, Arthur wound up drinking a few glasses of wine and when she finally came to his apartment, she had to deal with a drunken Arthur who wanted to cling to her and do nothing but kiss her. In the process he wound up convincing her to stay despite no sex and admitted that he finds her freckles cute. The next morning he was very flustered and didn’t quite explain the full reason he’d drunken himself into a stupor worrying about her. A few months later, Arthur and Chardonnay wind up leaving small things over each other’s apartments to make the morning after easier. As a result of this, Arthur winds up accidently leaving a plaid shirt at her condo – which Chardonnay promptly burns and takes a picture of for Arthur. Furious Arthur almost calls off their fuckbuddy relationship, only to decide against it last second. As his revenge he winds up hiding plaid somewhere in her condo where she can’t find it.
In August of 2025, the condo above Chardonnay’s pipes burst and she wound up asking Arthur to stay with him for a month while the pipes were getting repaired. The two wound up quasi-living together during this period. At first it was hard to adjust to and they actually wound up avoiding one another sexually. Arthur, wound up about buying the theater soon, didn’t want to be rejected by Chardonnay who was already – in his mind – being ‘massively bitchy’ towards him when he was the one forced to share his personal space with her. Her complains about his place continued to annoy Arthur and when she replaced his mattress without asking that was the final straw. He snapped at her and their argument mentioned that they hadn’t had sex in the weeks she’d been there. Chardonnay initiated a kiss which Arthur reciprocated, and it quickly turned into an aggressive round of sex that helped to put them back in some sort of routine with one another.
When Arthur’s niece spent the night at his house before her birthday, Arthur told Chardonnay to spend the night at a hotel. While she was out Susan and Adelaide noticed his new bed. Arthur had to explain that he bought it for himself. He wound up staying next the night with his sister and niece as well, and texted Chardonnay to let her know she could go back to his place. Though it was odd he wasn’t there he didn’t explain himself to her. While staying at his place Chardonnay also wound up squirting him with a water gun when she caught him smoking a cigarette, resulting in another argument. He wound up hogging all the hot water, and then Chardonnay destroyed his package of cigarettes – which Arthur immediately replaced. Also while Chardonnay stayed at his apartment, she would up having her period, and Arthur went out to buy her some new tampons when her box was empty. That was one of the few times Arthur ever got to see Chardonnay extremely flustered and embarrassed, and it amused him greatly.
After that, Erin (who Arthur was friends with at the time) sent Arthur a text that, at first glance, implied a sexual relationship. Chardonnay wound up grabbing his phone and reading the preview message of the text with her back pressed against Arthur’s front, the two basically spooning. Angry, she yelled at Arthur and the two wound up getting into a fight about it. She almost left to go to a hotel, but eventually Arthur showed her the full text and it was revealed to have been conversation about a movie night and a TV show. Chardonnay opted to sleep on the couch, much to Arthur’s anger when he assumed she didn’t believe him still. When she admitted she wound up accidently hurting herself at work because of her distracted mind Arthur expressed concern for that – and she also said she regretted slapping him.
Chardonnay decided to cook cinnamon banana pancakes – and wound up instigating a food fight with the distant Arthur instead. The food fight wound up ending with the first time they actually laughed together about something other than the other’s misery. They wound up flirting in the kitchen, licking batter and teasing one another, until they cleaned up and then shared a shower without the purpose of having sex and helped one another grow clean. Though at first the moment was good, when Arthur turned around to allow Chardonnay to wash his back and hair he grew incredibly awkward and insecure at their position. That brought into light how not them the situation was, and they went back to some sort of forced ‘normal’ behavior afterwards. The morning that Chardonnay was going to leave the apartment, Susan and Adelaide come over to congratulate Arthur on buying the theater. Chardonnay winds up having to hide in the closet and discovers that he owns the theater now that way.
Some months later, the 10 year reunion happens. Susan winds up seeing Chardonnay there and is ecstatic. It’s incredibly awkward when Arthur and Chardonnay are hiding their fuckbuddy relationship from her, but they manage to do it. The only person they don’t manage to trick is Adelaide, who finds out that Arthur has an expensive makeup pallet that’s Chardonnay’s and finds out they’re sleeping together.
She at first blackmailed them, Chardonnay especially, to get nice things. Her blackmailing wound up leading to strain on Arthur and Chardonnay’s fuckbuddy relationship. After Adelaide used her knowledge to get a date in Chardonnay’s restaurant with Annabelle, Chardonnay decided that was the final straw. She invited Arthur over with the intention of seducing him, then withholding sex until he got Adelaide to stop what she was doing. Afterwards Arthur got angry and stormed out – leaving her to question whether or not they were officially over. Even though they wound up becoming fuckbuddies again, the both of them started to come to the conclusion that they wanted different things. Arthur wanted a family someday, and with the both of them getting older, their time together was slowly coming to an end. Adelaide got furious at Chardonnay for ‘stringing’ her uncle on and went to confront her at her condo, resulting in herself getting banned from the place indefinitely.
After Adelaide finding out about their relationship, the risk of Susan finding out increased. While Chardonnay and Arthur were still sleeping together, they both started to realize how odd it was that, after so long, they were still unable to give each other up.
When Arthur faced troubles with his theater he started to use sex and Chardonnay as a distraction, and Chardonnay took it to mean he was distancing himself from her and that their time together should just end. After what was initially going to be the last time they hooked up, Arthur wound up having a violent and bad nightmare. Chardonnay wound up helping him and decided not to call their fuckbuddy relationship off. Instead, the next day, she offered to take him to a gourmet buffet event that her parents couldn’t attend. Arthur accepted her invitation and they went together as ‘friends’. At the event, Arthur and Chardonnay got a chance to actually spend time together where they weren’t together just to have sex. During the event, though, one of Chardonnay’s mother’s friends texted Olivia Nicholas a photograph of the two – which wound up driving Olivia to call Chardonnay and demand answers. In her haste Chardonnay didn’t explain to Arthur who was calling her and he assumed it was a stranger behind them – a man who he thought to be Andrew. After he wound up nearly getting them thrown out for assaulting the guy, Arthur became extremely embarrassed and went to the bar to get drunk. Chardonnay wound up joining him, and the two got drunk, just in time to wander into the reception.Current Date: Mid-February, 2027
Arthur and Chardonnay weren’t the only ones on the dance floor, but they were still sort of secluded in their own little corner of the place. Among the people dancing were people who had seen the scene from earlier, who kept glancing over with concern. Most of them scoffed and rolled their eyes at the young pair – quickly discerning they had simply had too much to drink and were not worth their jibber jabber. Besides, Chardonnay and Arthur were keeping to themselves, their hands were only wandering over each other, and they weren’t exactly bumping into anyone.
As the songs continued to be loud, pop ones, Arthur insisted on dancing. They continued to exchange pointless, drunken banter when they were close. At some point or another, when Arthur insisted on not wanting her to sit down, he felt threatened that she doubted his ability to dance on his own. So he told her that he could “damn well” dance on his own and as people began to actually accumulate on the dance floor he wound up dancing inside of the crowd. It was amazing how stuffy rich people seemed to actually want to get down, he thought! He didn’t exactly know where Chardonnay had wandered off to, but sufficiently drunk, he didn’t have to think about what he’d done when he thought Andrew was here. He didn’t have to think about what their relationship was anymore, and he certainly didn’t have to think about his fucking theater and all of the bullshit that had been happening to it lately. Of course he cared about that place. It was his pride and joy.
But right now, he just wanted to forget everything and have fun.
A few songs later, and the beat was suddenly slower. Arthur heard the lyrics to a classic song he recognized playing overhead, and the groups of dancers separated into couples. He caught sight of Chardonnay and grinned. He didn’t know who instigated it, or why it seemed like such a good idea, but by the time the song was halfway towards the chorus, she had her arms around his neck and he had his hands joined together behind her waist. This close to her – even closer than they’d been when they were wildly dancing together – he could really smell her perfume. He could really see the blue flecks in her eyes, and it was a closeness that wasn’t like when they had sex. Even when they had sex together, they were never this up close and personal. As they moved on the dance floor together his fuzzy mind imagined her covered in pancake batter and laughing against his kitchen sink.
The mental image made him laugh, and he pressed their foreheads together. He really, really wanted to kiss her. He told her he wanted to kiss her, too, but he knew they couldn’t do that because it would blow their cover. He pouted in response to that thought and lifted his arm up to allow Chardonnay to spin underneath it. Had he been sober, he might have been nervous dancing with her because she had obviously done it so many times and he didn’t slow dance very often himself. He had seen her, when they were students, dancing with Chad or whatever fuckboy she was entertaining that evening. She was his height – maybe a little taller than him, actually – and Arthur didn’t even know if they looked good together. But he really liked it when she smiled. She did that more often when she was drunk like this, and when the song changed from the slow one their movements got faster. Dancing with her was sort of like sex, but a different motion – one that he was glad he seemed to be a natural at when it came to being with her.
Before the night was officially ‘over’, Arthur and Chardonnay decided to leave. Arthur definitely, definitely knew that she couldn’t drive. When they stumbled out of the reception hall, and he felt the icy wind against his skin, Arthur let out a prolonged moan at how good it felt to be out of a stuffy reception hall. If Chardonnay ever mentioned driving hoem, he adamantly insisted on a taxi. He refused to let her drive, or him drive, or anyone drive. Driving like this would be bad and he knew Chardonnay wasn’t an idiot. He didn’t want anything to happen to himself and he didn’t want anything to happen to Chardonnay, either.
Eventually, the decision to call an uber was reached. As Chardonnay arranged for the uber to come and pick them up, Arthur leaned his face into the crook of her neck childishly and began to giggle. He practically clung to her while they waited for the uber to arrive, half of it because he was drunk and the other half because he just wanted to cling to her.
Kenneth wound up coming outside to check on the two – having known Chardonnay and Arthur got into a spat earlier. He wanted to make sure the two of them were all right. Arthur tried to separate himself from Chardonnay as best he could to assure Kenneth that no, they weren’t secretly dating, and that no, they weren’t driving home like this. Arthur found Kenneth’s presence annoying, especially because Chardonnay was standing there, very kissable, and he couldn’t do anything about that because Kenneth would be suspicious if he did.
When their uber arrived they stumbled into the car and Kenneth made sure that the driver had the right details. When satisfied, Kenneth told Chardonnay and Arthur to have a good night. Arthur wasn’t really listening, though. He’d been the first to stumble into the car and wound up giggling as Chardonnay stumbled into the car with him. He probably should have buckled, but he didn’t. Instead he was facing Chardonnay with a mischievous, childish expression and once their uber pulled away from the estate and he was sure no one could be looking at them anymore, he reached over and pulled her into a kiss.
The action was reciprocated and he groaned against her lips, deepening the kiss and pulling her onto his lap in the backseat of the car. His hands wandered down her back, to the curve of her ass and then back up to lightly tangle in her hair. There were occasions where the ride got bumpy and they wound up separating. Usually Arthur giggled when that had and made some kind of a remark before he connected their lips again and continued to make out with her. It was hard to lean back with the headrest right there, but he also didn’t want to, because he knew Chardonnay’s hands wound wind up going to his hair eventually and he always loved the way her hands felt in his hair. There were a few times they’d break for air, and look at each other. Usually he grinned when they separated, and just went back in to kiss her and feel her up. Pretty early on, the uber driver had rolled up the partition in his car so that he didn’t have to witness what was going on. Arthur didn’t really care about the driver – in fact, he found it very easy to forget they were riding in a car at all when he slipped his hand up the tight hem of Chardonnay’s skirt to feel the skin that climbed up to her ass.
Their ride eventually came to a stop outside of Chardonnay’s apartment complex. Arthur almost didn’t realize they were there until the driver went to open the door, as though to yell at them to get out. Arthur just grinned at the driver’s obvious discomfort and followed Chardonnay out of the car. He wrapped his hand around her – so he wouldn’t lose her, he said – and they entered the building. The lobby was empty and dark save for the security guard who, surprisingly, didn’t look very surprised seeing them together. Either that or he honestly didn’t care. Inside of the elevator, Arthur just resumed what they’d been doing in the car, except with more desperate movements and more volume. When they reached Chardonnay’s floor he backed up, and pressed himself against the door while she put in the passcode to let them in.
Once inside her condo the door was shut behind her and they were alone, really. The intention was to get to the bedroom but they failed. Instead, Arthur would up sliding Chardonnay out of her dress in the living room. He wasn’t sure if they tripped or if she pulled him down, but he wound up on top of her on the couch. His kisses wound up leaving her lips and moving down her cheek, to her neck, until he stared to bite and slide his hands up the exposed skin of her stomach. As he slid his hand behind her, to unclasp her bra, he felt her hands removing his own shirt and he couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling. Her fingers along his chest and torso, no matter how low they got, just made him laugh and feel ticklish. But, then, that was always how he was drunk – alcohol not only got him wasted faster, but also gave him a case of the giggles that made it impossible for him to get erect.
But he let her remove his shirt, and he let her feel him up all she wanted.-x-
Arthur remembered one thing: he drank last night.
He groaned as he came to. His back hurt, but not as much as his ass did. He blinked his eyes, slowly, only to come into eye contact with someone’s navel. He furrowed his brow. He didn’t recall every buying one of those body pillows – he found them boring and odd. The thing he was hugging was too warm to be a pillow – and it was moving with the motions of breathing. Slowly, Arthur looked up to see Chardonnay’s breasts.
Well. He shifted again and slowly pulled away from her. There was a glare on her skin that was distracting – one that made his pounding migraine worse. He brought his hand up from around her waist to press it against his forehead. He felt some kind of discomfort against his ass and looked down – his boxers were half-on, half-off and half his ass was on the floor. Ugh, that wasn’t good. None of this was good. Arthur closed his eyes and wished that he could just fall back asleep. He almost did, and he pressed his head back down in Chardonnay’s lap, exhaling a breath to try and fall back asleep.
Wait. Did she even have underwear on?
Arthur forced himself to sit back up. Oh, God – looking at her skin hurt too much. There was light, offensive light, entering the room from... somewhere. Why was he over at Chardonnay’s place? He squeezed her waist slightly as he tried to ebb the headache away. They had done something last night? Sex? No... yes? Maybe? They were half-naked... maybe she was naked... he still couldn’t look at her skin long enough to figure that one out.
Arthur glanced over to the side – hoping that the floor would serve less blinding than Chardonnay’s skin had. He saw the glittering diamonds of her dress, tossed in a heap on the floor. The dark shirt he’d worn to the gourmet buffet laid on top of it.
The buffet.
”Ugh, Chardonnay – “ Arthur winced at how loud his voice sounded. He quickly changed his tone to a whisper. He needed to find his phone, which was in the back pocket of his slacks... wasn’t it? He needed to check the time, if they had been out late, if... he groaned and rested his forehead against her thigh. Her skin felt so nice against his throbbing, aching forehead. ”...where the fuck are my pants?”
The position they were in was an odd one -- one they'd actually never been in. She was on the couch, and he was half on the floor, with his arms wrapped around her waist like she was a pillow. It certainly wasn't comfortable -- at least not for Arthur -- but moving was even more uncomfortable.