When we were done, I reached underneath her, and flipped us both over, so she was on top of me. She opened her eyes and giggled at being flipped. Then I cuddled her into my chest.
"Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God!" she moaned. "You’re unbelievable."
"Same goes for you, Sugarlips."
"Kissing during sex. What will they think of next?" she giggled.
"It was great. I think I want you to stick your tongue down my throat every time you cum from now on."
She giggled. "Anything you say."
"Yeah, riiiiiight," I laughed. "You haven’t gone through a complete personality transplant. Don’t you dare start getting all reserved and docile and obedient on me."
"Not on your life," she laughed.
"Are you spending the night again tonight?"
"If that’s an invitation, then yes," she sighed happily, snuggling harder into me.
"Good. You need to call home?"
"No," she giggled, "I already told Daddy not to expect me."
"Good." I flipped her so that she was on the bed next to me, and she happily snuggled her face into my chest again. I, for one, slept like a baby. Pretty sure she did, too.
PART SIX SATURDAY/SUNDAY
For the second morning in a row, I woke up in a guy’s arms. More amazingly, it was the same guy. Most amazingly, it was my boyfriend!
Boyfriend. Me. What a stunning turn of events this was!
I was all hunched up into Chuck’s chest when I woke up, so I kind of flicked my eyes upward to get a peek at him. He was still sleeping.
Hmm. What an opportunity, yes? That was kind of something I’d dreamed about. As I’ve said, back when I was Little Miss One-Night-Stand, sleeping over just wasn’t done. But I’d thought of it, and Amanda had often gushed about the fun of waking Jared with a morning blowjob. So, there I was, in Chuck’s arms, thinking about giving it a go. Hey, creeping monogamy or not, it would be a very Maggie Benson thing to do, wouldn’t it?
Problem was, I was so damn comfortable right where I was. Chuck was right, yesterday-when he said that it looked like I was sleeping on a cloud. It was that nice. So, I didn’t move down and go for the dick. I stayed right were I was, enjoying it.
Maggie Benson actually chose cuddling over a blowjob. Stop the fucking presses!
I was in his sleeping arms in complete bliss for about 10 minutes. Then his alarm went off. At 7 AM on a Saturday? He kind of almost woke up, grumbling, and smacked the alarm off. Then he looked down, to see me grinning at him.
He grinned back. "Good morning, Sugarlips."
"Morning yourself, Magic Tongue."
He cracked up at that one. "How long you been awake?"
"Fifteen minutes or so? Something like that. Just enjoying sleeping on my cloud." He chuckled at that. "So, why the hell do you have an alarm set on a Saturday, anyway?"
"I’ve got something to do."
"Oh. I see. We’re back to the man of mystery again."
He laughed. "Well, if you must know, I have to go pick my parents up at the airport. They’re coming home from the Bahamas this morning." He looked down at me. "Come with?"
"Show me off to the parents, huh? Sure, I’ll go."
"Good."
"Then we have to go to the class picnic."
His eyes clouded over. "I hadn’t planned on going to that."
"Why not? It’s the last big bash before finals prep, and then finals."
He took a deep breath. "I don’t do ‘class’ things much. Considering I’m not the class’s favorite person."
"Oh." How could I convince him? I really wanted to go. And I wanted him to go with me.
Turns out, I didn’t have to. "If you really want to go, Sugarlips, we can go."
"Really?"
"For you? Anything."
"Braden, you’re the best."
He let out a wry chuckle. "Do me a favor, then. Tell all your friends how wonderful I am. So they don’t look at me like I’m a axe murderer all day."
"Believe me, I plan on it," I grinned at him. "Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. What time does your parents’ flight get in?"
"Nine-fifteen."
"Damn. No time for nookie."
"That really is all you think about, isn’t it?" he laughed.
I snorted at him. "Not any more, it seems." He looked at me. "Amanda always waxes rhapsodic about the joys of waking Jared up with a blowjob. And I just had the perfect opportunity. And I passed it up, because I was too comfortable. Cuddling, of all things!" He laughed. "Don’t you dare fucking laugh at me, Chuck Braden! You’re making me gooey! I hate gooey!"
"No, you don’t," he said, still laughing. I glared at him. "Benson, listen to me. There’s no need to worry about your reputation here. I’ll never cuddle and tell." He grinned at me. "This from a girl who carried my teddy bear in her bookbag all day yesterday."
"I’m never gonna live that one down," I moaned.
"I won’t tell a soul," he grinned. "Little Miss Gooey." I buried my face in my hands. He just smiled wider. "C’mere, Sugarlips," he said, pulling me up so our lips could meet. For a nice long time. Tingle, tingle, tingle.
"OK. So maybe I don’t mind gooey," I admitted. "Least not around you," I sighed.
"That’s the spirit. But now we have to get up."
"OK."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHUCKWe got dressed, then got in the car. We stopped at a fast food joint for coffee and some breakfast sandwiches.
We talked for a while. Generalities, possible college plans, favorite music and movies and stuff. You know, just getting to know one another better.
Then, she asked, "So, what are your parents like?"
I shrugged. "Parents. You know. They’re OK."
"Oh, I thought I was coming for approval or something."
"Nah. I just want them to know who the strange chick that sometimes sleeps in my bed is." She giggled. "Mostly, I just wanted you here, is all."
"Gooey," she snorted.
"Yeah. And who insisted on bringing the teddy bear along for the ride?" It was in her lap. "And I am gooey?"
"Who bought the thing?" she retorted.
I just laughed. "You know what, Sugarlips? I love you."
"I love you, too," she said softly. Then, a little louder, "Even if you do insist on making me gooey."
We were at the airport by then. We parked, and went in and found the proper gate. Shortly, thereafter, my parents got off the plane, looking tanned and happy. "Hey, Chuck!" Dad said. Mom kissed me on the cheek. I caught Maggie’s little grin at that.
"So, did you make it through the program all right?" Mom asked.
"Yeah." I turned to Maggie. "I told them Monday night that I was in it, when they called."
She grinned at me. "Did you tell them that big bad Mr. Tilling made you partner up with a girl you couldn’t stand?"
"Yeah, I think I remember mentioning that." Mom and Dad were looking at all this with interest. "Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend Maggie. Mags, these are my folks."
"Girlfriend?" Mom asked. "Is this the same girl you couldn’t stand?" she asked, grinning.
"We worked it out," I shrugged.
"He wouldn’t leave me alone." Maggie said.
"And you loved every minute of it."
She turned to my folks. "So, are you two responsible for this rapidly inflating ego of his that I have to slap down every so often?"
My parents just cracked up laughing. We went down to the luggage pickup and found the bags, and Dad and I carried them out to the car. I gave the keys to Dad, and Maggie and I climbed into the back seat.
"Hmmm. I don’t think this is mine," Mom said with a smile, holding the teddy bear back over the seat.
"Thank you," Maggie said, clearly embarrassed. "Your son bought it for me. He thought he could soften me up."
"Worked, didn’t it?" I grinned.