Series Note:
I hope you enjoy another short story edition of the “Stir Sticks & Stilettos” series. These little nuggets of erotic shorts are meant to excite you, at the same time, give you a little happiness at the end. Stay tuned for the next stories to follow.
All’s fair in love and war…
“Kamari, how handsome is Travis in that tux?”
“I don’t know, Aunt Renee, how handsome is he?” I didn’t even look in the direction my aunt indicated. Travis Huffman, my older brother’s best man, a.k.a his best friend, had been a thorn in my side since middle school. I had my eyes set on Patrick Rockell. A sexy doctor and groomsman number three.
I had begged my new sister in-law, Faith, to pair Patrick and I together down the aisle. I was all about the man getting a reality check of how good we would look going down the aisle side by side—as man and wife.
Since Ronnie and Faith were now married, I was the last one in my family unmarried—single. At twenty-seven, I was already hearing comments at every family get together about my status. Being the youngest of six had its perks, but it also had drawbacks. I was considered the spoiled one of my family, the wild child without direction, and rightfully so. I knew I’d earned my titles through high school and my first couple years of college. However, an arrest for playing a silly prank when I was twenty was a wake-up call. Especially when my father refused to bail me out until morning. Even after the cops told the parents none of the students would be charged for the streaking as long as our parents picked us up.
So, I learned to straighten myself ass out. Seeing the disappointed look in my father’s eye wasn’t worth it. My career as a product analyst was on track and I just needed the last piece, a family. Patrick was the start.
Even now, he was standing across the room talking with a group of fraternity brothers and giving me the eye. I knew he was talking about me because I occasionally noticed a few of the other men glancing in my direction—trying not to be obvious.
Oh, I could have this in the bag tonight.
Smiling to myself, I knew there was one last trick up my sleeve to secure this catch.
“Ow.” I turned to my aunt, who had just given me a pop on the arm like I was a child instead of a grown woman. “What was that for?”
“Kamari Jenson. You’re not listening to a word I’m saying.” Placing her hand on her hip, she gave me an evil eye like only older women in a family can effectively pull off.
Gritting my teeth, I swallowed down the retort I wanted to give her. Aunt Renee was my mother’s older sister. She was bossy, nosey and always had to get her way.
“Now that you’ve bruised me, you have my full attention.” I rubbed my arm, still stinging. Curse Faith for going for the sleeveless gowns. I couldn’t stay angry for long with my brother’s new wife because I did look good.
“Could you just look at Travis, please. And stop ogling Mr. Nothing.”
“He’s eyeing me, too. Besides he’s a doctor.” I reminded her. Hell, what woman didn’t want to land a doctor.
“Ha!” Aunt Renee cackled. “He’s an eye doctor. That’s why he’s staring.” She laughed harder.
I shook my head and allowed myself the pleasure of an eye roll.
“Now, Travis. He owns his own company.”
“Yeah, some kind of programming or software business. I don’t know…that just screams geek.” Travis was smart, very smart. I really didn’t hold that against him much. He’d helped me not only pass calculus in high school, but when I was struggling in college, at the risk of my GPA dropping, my brother had orchestrated Travis’ help. Travis had showed up and spent spring break of his senior year tutoring me, again.
“But still a man running things.” My aunt surmised.
Huffman Cloud Programming was the name of his company. I knew he was one of the early developers of cloud systems. I was familiar with the fact that his company ran clouds in multiple tenant environments, even managed the one my employers used. However, I kept what I knew about Travis to myself. Ronnie went on frequently about his best friend’s successful business, so much that at times I wanted to scream.
Knowing my aunt would not let it go if I didn’t give Travis a moment of my time, I turned and said, “Okay, Auntie, where is he?”
Smiling, she pointed across the room. “Over by the punch bowl talking to Howard.”
Of course, Travis wouldn’t be hanging out with the frat men, because unlike Ronnie and Patrick, Travis hadn’t pledged. “Figures, he’s talking to dad. Bet they’re going on and on about business and network systems. Notice, no one else is around them. He’s boring, Aunt Renee. Is that what you want for me?”