“Is this a trick question?”
“No. So you’re okay if I’m a sex kitten?”
“Totally. And the best part is, I’m pretty sure you’re sober.”
“I’m drunk on you instead. And I need another shot.”
“Sounds good to me. Scoot over. I want you on top of me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I lay on the bed and guided her into a sixty-nine. She started playing with my dick immediately. Unfortunately, she was short enough that I couldn’t reach her pussy to lick it. I had a fantastic view of her pink slit, but I had to content myself with using my fingers. She didn’t seem to mind.
She coaxed another orgasm from my balls and swallowed every drop.
Then she scooted back so I could return the favor. Her pussy was soaked, and she came quickly once I started licking her clit in earnest.
I was ready for sleep at that point, but she had other ideas. She lay back in bed and crossed her wrists over her head. She looked at my limp manhood and then made puppy-dog eyes. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I hesitated.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” she said.
“It gets easier every time.”
“It does,” she said softly. Then she composed herself and looked up at me. “Please, sir, will you feed me your penis?”
“I can’t believe I was such an idiot,” I said after a moment.
Her brow furrowed. “How?”
“I was dating all those other girls, when I should’ve been paying attention to you instead.”
“And don’t you forget it!”
“Not a chance.”
I straddled her chest, and she raised her head till she could reach the tip of my cock. She sucked it for several minutes, until it was good and hard. I braced my hands on the wall and slowly fucked her mouth. She sensed when I was ready to come and pulled me toward her with hands on the backs of my thighs. Then she moaned and swallowed greedily as I shot load number five down her throat.
We took a break and walked naked to the kitchen for juice and a snack. I made a cheese sandwich for her and a ham one for me. Then I rummaged in the pantry and found graham crackers, which we covered with peanut butter.
She used her finger to clean the knife and then made a show of sucking it off her finger.
“You’re insatiable,” I said. Again.
“No, I’m in love. Now I can say it. And show it.” She slid from her chair and crawled between my legs.
“You want more?” I said. “Seriously?”
“Mmm, I always want more. I can’t get enough of you.” She pushed my knees apart and planted kisses down my inner thigh.
I gasped when she nuzzled my balls and I felt her hot breath. Then she captured the tip of my penis and swirled her tongue around it.
“Mmm, I love feeling you get hard in my mouth.”
I’d had enough time to recover, but I was also half-asleep, especially with food in my stomach. She gave me a long, languid blowjob, with plenty of sighs and soft moans, to the point where I wasn’t entirely sure who was enjoying it more.
I eventually fed her load number six, and she kept sucking while my cock shrank to normal size. Then she released it and rested her head on my thigh.
“Do I really have to go soon?” she asked.
“You’ll see me again when I pick you up in San Diego.”
“I know. But that’s, like, a week.”
“It’s two days,” I said with a laugh. “You fly home later today. Then Christmas day. I’ll see you the day after.”
“But it seems like a week.”
“You’ll survive,” I said gently.
“I know, but I don’t want to go.” She looked up at me. “How long until we have to leave for the airport?”
I looked at my watch. “Five hours, give or take.”
She grinned suggestively. “Do you think you can come five more times?”
“No! I need sleep. So do you.”
“No I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I need you more than sleep.”
“Come on, Little Bit.” I lifted her to her feet and then stood as well. “I’ll set an alarm for an hour before we have to get up and get ready.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
We set our plates and glasses in the sink and then turned out the light. I followed her through the living room and closed the bedroom door behind us.
She dutifully slid under the sheets and watched me as I took off my watch and set the alarm on the bedside clock. I returned her gaze for a moment.
“I love you,” I said softly.
“I love you too.”
Her golden hair formed a halo on the pillow as she smiled up at me. I let my eyes roam lower, to her small breasts and brown nipples. Then I felt a surge of mischievous energy. I looked down at my limp manhood.
“What’s that?” I said to it. “You want her to kiss you again?”
“He’s a very affectionate penis,” she said.
“You’ll have to go easy on him,” I said. “He’s had a long night.”
“I promise. I’ll take especially good care of him.”
“Well, just this once,” I said. Then I turned out the light and slid into bed beside her.
Her skin was soft and warm as she molded her body to mine. She rested her head on my chest and reached for my manhood. I stroked her back and felt myself drifting to sleep in spite of my desire.
She slowly pushed the covers down and kissed the exposed skin until I felt her soft lips on my dick. She cupped my balls and began sucking, without the teasing and play from earlier. She was tired too, I could tell, but she was also enjoying herself. So was I, for that matter, even as exhausted as I was.
What could I say? We were in love.
Chapter 14
Christy made it to her flight on time, but it was a close thing. We had to run to the gate and arrived breathless. I sent her down the jetway with a kiss, a pat on the bottom, and a promise to see her in two days. Then I stuck around until the plane pushed back and taxied away.
I drove home in a happy mood and thought about the past few days.
Christy had come a long way just since Gunny’s funeral. She wasn’t ready to learn about the rest of my lifestyle, but I had a lot more confidence than just a couple of weeks before. Even better, she wasn’t nearly as uptight or guilt-ridden as I’d feared. So Wren had been right all along, although I’d never have told her that.
Back at home I asked my mom if we had any cardboard moving boxes.
She told me where to find them and asked what I was up to. I said I’d been thinking about giving my bedroom to Erin, since it was larger than hers and had a walk-in closet. Besides, I hadn’t really used it for almost two years.
Even when Trip and I had been working in Atlanta over the summer, the room was simply a place to sleep. In spite of all that, I hadn’t made the final decision until I’d realized that the house with Christy, Trip, and Wren felt more like home.
So I spent the afternoon packing away the last of my childhood things and all the knickknacks I didn’t want to throw away but didn’t want to take to Knoxville either. When I finished, I had a stack of boxes and three garbage bags full of things that weren’t worth keeping, even as mementos.
Mom and Erin were out doing some last-minute Christmas shopping, so I hauled the bags out to the trash cans. Then I took the boxes and stored them
in the attic, along with all the other things my family had kept over the years and through all the moves.
Seeing our things made me think of Christy and putting down roots. We were already talking like marriage was a foregone conclusion. I should have been worried, but for some reason I wasn’t. We were compatible in most ways, and becoming more so every day. Still, I had a lot to tell her before I knew for sure.
I woke up disgustingly early on Christmas morning, so I went for a run through what I was starting to think of as “the old neighborhood.” I didn’t have a lot on my mind, but I still ran for almost an hour before I felt the need to head back. In a way, I was saying farewell. Not forever, but to a part of my past.