"I don't care how important it is." Celia yelled into the phone. "It's my birthday and you should be here." Aunt Celia was really pissed off with her husband Bill. It was her 45th birthday and he was still at work. "It's fucking six o'clock on a Friday night and you're still at work. I bet you're screwing that secretary of yours aren't you?" She took another swig from her cocktail and leant forward in her chair. Her breasts nearly spilt out of her sundress as she did so. "Tonight is going to be a big night whether you're here or not." She whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear down the line and then promptly hung up.
"He can be such a dickhead." Celia said.
Celia wasn't really my Aunty, she was just a friend of my Mum and Dad who I'd known forever. I'd been calling her Aunty Celia since time began. Celia was now on her fourth husband and they'd been married now for nearly two years. Bill was quite a nice, handsome man in his late forties who managed a stockbroking firm in Sydney. They were very well off and lived in a harbour side mansion in Vaucluse. Celia spent most of her time socialising with the rest of her wealthy friends and was very active.
She'd never had any children, was physically fit and had access to the best beauticians money could buy. At 45 she didn't look a day over 35. She was about 5'5" and had short brown hair. She was a typical Northern or Eastern suburbs rich bitch. She drove an Audi, lived in a three story harbour side home and was always dressed in the finest clothes. She'd never worked a day in her life although there was a rumour going around that she'd met her first husband when she was working in a brothel. She always managed to land on her feet after breaking up with one of her husbands. Her second husband, a pig of a man, was her solicitor after she'd divorced John, her first husband. Her second marriage lasted three years before she busted him picking up men on Oxford Street. He didn't have a leg to stand on and ended up giving her a million dollar terrace in Paddington.
Husband number three was a nice man. He lasted the longest at seven years before he landed in Jail for embezzling three million from a rural finance company. Two and a half million had never been found and although she'd never admit it, I'm sure she knows where it is. He gets out in two years and I'm sure he'll be back on the scene.
She was always buying me clothes and jewellery and for my 21st she paid for a holiday to Bali for me and my new boyfriend Jack. I was always impressed by Celia's confidence and her instinctive survival ability.
"Kim." She said to me. "Is that lovely new boyfriend of yours coming tonight?"
"Yeah he'll be here later on." I said "Around 7 or 8. He's out Bathurst way."
"Is he bringing some of his friends?" She asked with a naughty look on her face.
"I think he's getting Brad and Steve because we're going up the coast in the morning."
"Are they nice?" she asked. I didn't want to tell her that I'd shagged both of them and that Brad had the fattest cock I'd ever seen and Steve came by the bucketful.
"Yeah they're pretty cute." I said as I looked over to the house. "I might go get some more drinks."
"Good for you." Celia said as she stood up and walked over to a small group chatting next to the pool.
The waiters were walking around with trays of oysters, prawns and all types of exotic munchies. A few of the waiters were quite cute, even some of the girls were hot. I wandered into the bar area and grabbed another two cocktails and went to head back outside when I was halted by a hand on my back.
"Kim Dallimore is that you?" I spun around to see Mr Edwards, my old English teacher from The Sisters of Mercy, standing there holding a beer. Mr Edwards was a bit of alright and was a favourite amongst us girls.
"Mr Edwards, what are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same question Kim." He looked me up and down. "You certainly look just as good as you did at school."
I was both embarrassed and complimented. He was in his early 30's and was hot. He had a bit of a reputation for carrying on with some of the girls after they had left school.
"How do you know Celia?" I asked him.
"She helps out at the school remember. She helped do all the backgrounds for the last school production."
We stood and chatted about old times for about 5 minutes when I remembered why I was there.
"Sorry Mr Edwards but I have to get these down to Celia."
He touched me on the elbow and said "Come find me later so we can have a proper chat."
As I went to leave an attractive lady in her early 30's barged past me and ran up the stairs followed closely by two men. Mr Edwards looked after them with a big smile on his face.
"I'll do that." I said drawing his attention back to me. My wicked mind imagined a naked Mr Edwards standing there with his cock as hard as iron. That was an image I hadn't formed for years. My pussy got a little tingly just thinking of it. I sipped my cocktail as I walked back to Celia who was chatting to three men and a lady I'd never met before.