by Leslie Pike
He stretches out on the pillow, as I move the dishes off the quilt then join him. A hand comes up to my face and moves a long curl back. His eyes tell a story I want to hear.
“Let’s just kiss till we’re naked.”
“Great idea,” I say, taking the first one.
Kissing is grossly underrated by everyone who is not a good kisser. Nobel doesn’t fall into that category. He takes his time with each one, until we can feel the passion build. He changes it up, which is one of the secrets. It’s soft and deep, then my neck gets the attention. Once in a great while he catches my bottom lip between his teeth. Yes. His tongue is an erotic tool, taking its pleasure and giving it in kind. And how he holds my head in his palms. I love that.
Under the summer sun, we start taking our clothes off. Correction. He starts taking my clothes off first. I feel alive. Shorts unzipped and my T-shirt lifted over my head. I bought a new bra and panties for his birthday fuck. Well, for the first one of the day, anyway.
“Love this,” he says, unhooking the see through lavender bra with lace at the edges. “Let’s get rid of it.”
It goes flying to the ground. He turns me on my back and gets on his knees, stripping off his T-shirt and tossing it aside. He unzips, stands and peels off his jeans. The impressive cock pops up ready for the job ahead. No boxer briefs. He is free-balling it. That just made me wet.
He bends over and peels off my shorts, revealing the matching see through panties. There is a moment where he just looks at my half-naked body. Sunlight highlights the dark tones of his hair and the muscles of his arms and legs. The V leading to his cock is by far the most sensual part of his body. Is he going to remove my last remaining piece of clothing? But he leaves them on. Oh!
Kneeling between my legs his head dips to the honeypot. I feel his tongue trace the length of my lips. Oh. The fabric of my panties is a little stiff and that works beautifully. It’s the right amount of rough over my clit, which is at attention. His teeth grab the panties’ edge and pulls it to the side. One hand holds it back as he eats me till I’m moaning.
“Oh my God.”
He takes the sides and pulls them down and off. They must be on the ground too, but I’m too excited to bother looking. Nobel resumes the loving. The worship at the altar of my pussy. The climb. Here it comes. Here I come. Here. Here!
“Ohhhh, yes! Yes!”
I start to come. Oh shit! This is going to be great! I can tell whenever the buildup takes this long from the beginning of the orgasm to the first moment of the release. Yes! He licks the juices flowing from my pussy and it takes me to another world. Maybe it is the river or the sun or the fact his mouth and my clit are best friends. It’s everything.
I grab ahold of his head. “Stop. Stop. Oh my God!”
His smiling face lifts to mine. There is a thin glisten of my cum all around his mouth. “You really came a lot! That’s fucking sexy as hell.”
I study his fabulous face while catching my breath. “Now give me a taste.”
He laughs and rolls to his back. His legs spread wide as I move between them. My hands sweep the skin between his thighs, knees to crotch.
“This is definitely my favorite birthday. Let’s do it every year.”
Taking his cock in my hands is agreement. I gently kiss the tip then circle the head lightly and slowly with my tongue. I flick the tip and send a charge to his balls.
“Oh,” the word escapes in one exhale. His body lifts, shoving his dick to my mouth. I take the unsubtle hint and wrap my lips around the head, licking the hole. Then I start the hand roll, moving up and down with a light but firm grasp. My special move is to squeeze just a little on the backstroke. As I do it, Nobel reacts as expected. It makes him crazy, and he let me know the first time we fucked.
“Babe…yeah, oh yeah…fuck.”
Hands reach for my hair and he grabs thick bunches in his fists. Lift and lower, suck and suck and suuuck more. Lips wrapped around the engorged cock. Tongue licking and teasing. He begins to moan and his breathing becomes heavier.
“Ummm. Hummm…. Oh babe. Don’t stop. Ohhhhhh fuck!!”
As I start from the base and pull the orgasm to me, I decide not to let go. Come in my mouth, baby. Come. When he realizes I’m not going anywhere he holds my head steady. Here it comes. Mt. Vesuvius erupts. Shit. This is more than I expected! Whoa! I almost start laughing because my gag reflex has been alerted.
I take it all and he pumps till every drop is spent. I lift my head and look for the nearest place to deposit the proof.
“Whoa! That was…that was awesome!” he says, coming up on his elbows.
“Grumphksdh.” That was ‘glad you like it’, with a mouthful of cum.
I grab the nearest cloth napkin I bought for the birthday celebration and put it to good use. I will never look at them in the same light again. Every time I set a table with these I’m going to be transported back to this moment.
As soon as I rid myself of the extra weight of .0002 ounces of Nobel’s man nectar, I offer a song.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you…”
He starts laughing.
“Happy birthday dear Nobel. Happy birthday to you!”
“That is by far the finest gift I have ever received. Not the song. The blow job. Thank you, babe. You are an impressive woman in more ways than one.”
I come up beside him and lightly kiss his penis. The parting message? “Mine.”
* * *
Part two of the day’s itinerary involved a little more planning. But everyone is following instructions. We need to sell the fact it’s just another birthday for Nobel. We already celebrated at the river. His family has always respected his wishes for the most part, not making a big deal of the day. There were dinners at Aurora and Gaston’s, or barbecues at one of their houses.
But nothing like we are going to have tonight. All through the afternoon Nobel is getting calls and talking to his family as if he won’t be seeing them here tonight. The music is playing in honor of the birthday boy. I check the time and calculate the remaining minutes I have till blastoff. Maudie is following me around, as if she understands something is up. Smart dog. Wait till she sees her friend. I wasn’t about to leave Nobel’s baby out of the party.
“Stay out of the kitchen!” I yell as Nobel comes down the stairs. “And the guest rooms! Go sit in the living room!”
“God, you’re a bossy bitch,” he teases.
I get a glimpse of the handsome man dressed for the occasion he believes it is. The occasion being an intimate relaxing dinner for two and a Netflix movie. Poor baby. He thinks I’m paying attention to his crazy rules. That’s hysterical. Don’t make a big deal of the auspicious day. Let’s just have a private celebration. Well, we did that earlier. I can’t think of anything more private. So I get credit for that, right? Now it’s time for family fun.
“What’s cooking? Smells great.”
“Don’t worry about it. Quit asking questions you’re not going to get answers for.”
Does he really think I’m cooking anything complicated? My reputation in the kitchen precedes me. I faced it long ago. I’m a bad cook. This fudge is about the most exotic thing I know how to make. Aurora told me that’s Nobel’s favorite candy, so I claimed it.
“You better be nice to me or I’ll go look in the guest rooms. There must be a present hidden there.”
Spoon in hand, I peek around the doorway. “I swear to God, if you do that, I’m never going to blow you again.”
“Don’t be cruel. It’s my birthday. And is that chocolate I see on the spoon? Bring it here.”
Walking over, I hand him the spoon to lick. “I think it’s a great idea to eat dessert first. I do it regularly.”
He wraps an arm around me as he makes quick work of the fudge. “I knew I loved you for a reason. What other woman thinks like that?”
“None probably. But why have unnecessary rules?” I take a lick and a chocolate kiss.
The sound of c
ars approaching and headlights through the windows pulls our attention. Oh, they’re here! Nobel’s eyes meet mine.
“Are we expecting company?”
I untangle myself from his arms and head for the kitchen. “We are. Let me get rid of this.”
“Dove, what did you do? Am I going to be happy?”
“That’s entirely up to you, darling.”
He swings the front door open and watches as the Lyon family park and get out of their cars. I join him and link my arm in his. Every person is carrying a covered dish. Thank God they agreed so easily, otherwise it would be take-out. Did Nobel tell them I suck as a cook? I would if I were him. That way I will never be expected to whip up a gourmet meal. A person can’t be good at everything. I prefer singing and fucking as opposed to any of the other talents.
“The boys came!” he says, eyeing Sam and Teddy.
I know he is glad they are here. At sixteen it wasn’t a given until I enlisted their services. The wide smile on Nobel’s face cannot be faked. I knew it would be this way. They are way too joyful a family to be anything other than happy to be celebrating each other.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong. Van leaves his finger on the doorbell despite the fact we are standing at the open door.
“The birthday brigade has arrived!” The voice carries over the music as he walks in.
“What did you bring, brother?” Nobel says, eyeing the foil covered casserole dish. “Don’t think I know your specialty.”
“Yes, you do. I brought Grandma’s cold pasta salad.”
Nobel lifts the corner of the foil. “I have literally never seen this before. But it looks good.”
Van knows he’s busted. “Okay maybe I got the recipe from the back of the mayonnaise jar. It was easy. Give a man a break.”
He gets a slap on the back. “You’re right. I appreciate the effort.”
“Thankfully, I will always be a worse cook than any of you, so you are safe,” I say, exchanging cheek kisses as he heads for the kitchen.
“Welcome!” I say to the approaching guests. Aurora and Gaston come with a tote bag of goodies as well as two shallow glass dishes of family recipes.
“Hello, darling! Happy birthday!
He gets kisses from both parents.
Aargon carries a large indoor plant.
“A plant in my house?’ Nobel says as it passes in front of him.
“Yeah. You need it. Mom said.”
“Okay then. I guess I can keep it alive.”
“Everyone! Put the food on the kitchen island. We’ll serve ourselves from there,” I say, being team leader.
Aargon calls to Van. “Hey why didn’t you bring the stripper?”
The teenagers find this very amusing. Teddy is nodding like he knows what his father is asking about. Come to think of it he probably does. To the person, they are open with each other. Why would it be any different for father and son?
Van sends a sneer in return. “She isn’t a stripper. She just works at a gentlemen’s club,” he says chuckling. “As an interpretive dancer.”
“And so what if she is?” I add, sticking my nose in their business.
Lucky for me, Aurora is of the same mind. “That’s right! Don’t judge so harshly, boys. You don’t know her story or the circumstances of her life.”
Not one of them comes back with a witty retort or different opinion. They do not even mind that their mother still calls them boys. They find her charming. It’s obvious. And she deserves the title. They are each man enough to know Aurora’s opinion is not formed lightly. I think they respect her so much they listen. This is very encouraging. If ever Nobel and I have a child, they will have a smart Grandmother and a great role model. God. Did I just go there?
“But she did have a beautiful body,” she adds much to the men’s delight. They start talking at once. For this they have all kinds of things to say, including Sam and Teddy who never met the woman.
Parish and Scarlett bring up the rear with a rolling cooler and their dog Boo in tow. As soon as they’re out of the car Maudie starts barking excitedly. I have never heard her strong bark. She can’t sustain it, but the will is there. It’s so touching. This is going to be the best party.
13
Nobel
I admit it’s fun. This birthday business feels different than I thought it would. It’s comfortable with Dove by my side. She fits in with all the personalities. Not just fits. She elevates conversations with a kind of positive, sunny influence. She calls people out on their bullshit, but in a nice way. All she does is ask the right questions. Interesting.
There’s already enough of our dry humor and light cynicism to go around. She adds to the positive, right next to the parents. And they really like her. I can tell they all do. Not sure how she does it, but Aargon has talked more tonight than the last two years combined. I actually saw him laugh out loud, like he used to when his wife was alive. Maybe he just needs to be reminded what a woman can do for a man’s mindset. I hope so.
The dining table is cleared, except for the shot glasses and bottle of tequila my father just brought in.
“Oh yeah! Let’s do that,” Van says, giving himself the first pour.
He passes the bottle around the table and every glass is filled.
“Everybody in?” He says it as if someone here is going to refuse. I know that’s not going to happen.
“What about us?” Teddy says, already knowing the answer.
“Forget it,” Aargon says.
Two dejected faces say a mouthful.
Dove speaks up. “This is going to be a drinking game. And we all know what it is except for Nobel.”
“Uh-oh,” I say and mean it.
“You’re going to hate it,” Van says, sure of himself.
“Stop it! He’s going to be a good sport,” my mother says.
This scares me more than anything. “Wait! What kind of game?”
Dove ignores me completely. So does the rest of them.
“Okay. Nobel needs to take his place in the living room, and then Gaston will blindfold him while the rest of us prepare.”
“Blindfold? Should I hate this already?” I say without a hint of sarcasm.
“No! You should be excited,” Scarlett adds. “Your woman put a lot of thought into this.”
“Come on, everyone, let’s raise our glasses to the birthday boy!” Dove calls and then downs the fiery liquid in one gulp.
Hell, why not? We all follow her lead.
“Smooth,” Gaston says.
“Awwww!” My mother reacts strongly as the fire makes its way down her throat. “I like it,” she adds, making us laugh.
“Gaston, will you take Nobel to his spot please? So we can prepare.”
Prepare? This may be way out of my wheelhouse. No, it definitely is, I know it. Okay man just go with whatever she has planned. It’s not going to kill you. Or if it does it will be over soon.
“Come on, son,” my father says, rising from the chair.
I follow his lead, heading for my assigned seat.
“Gaston! Bring the tequila and your and Nobel’s shot glasses,” Aurora calls from the other room.
He grabs the bottle off the table, and I take the glasses.
“This is so fun!” Scarlett calls.
The sound of whispers and laughter follow me into the living room, fading as we get further away.
“Hey Dad, fill me in. What has she planned?” I whisper my request hoping we can form an alliance. I’ve been watching too many reality shows with Dove.
He looks at me as if I’m about to be committed. “That’s not going to happen. Just sit here and enjoy it.”
“Do I really have to participate?”
“Don’t be a tight ass. You’re going to like it.”
I haven’t been called that since he tried to get me to take his bookkeeper’s pissy daughter out in high school. The stupid part of the story was that my father was the one who had previously told me about her shitty attitude. Wh
en I pointed out I could choose my own dates, he said ‘Well get to it, son. You’re not getting any younger. And quit being a tight ass.’
So I take his remark in the spirit it was intended. Fatherly guidance.
“Okay. Okay. I’m in.”
There are new sounds now. That’s when the red blindfold in his pocket gets tied around my eyes. I recognize the silky square Dove and I have used to tie her wrists in the bedroom. Ha! Think my girl is sending me a private joke. Love the way she thinks.
“And don’t look out the bottom,” he says, adjusting the folds over every possible sliver of light.
“I can’t see a thing, Dad. Quit pushing on my eyes!”
“Okay. Sorry that’s good I think.”
I hear footsteps going away from the dining room and kitchen and moving toward the guest rooms. But I knew that already. Whatever is in there requires multiple people to carry it, or maybe assemble? No, they wouldn’t wait till now to do that.
What kind of noise was that? Sounded like bells. Or maybe a chime? It is directly followed by people shushing each other and laughing. It brings a smile to my face. Now there are a few people coming into the room. Something heavy is being rolled across the wood floors.
“Where do you want it?” Parish whispers.
“Dude, he can hear us! His ears aren’t covered,” Van says, making my father laugh.
“You guys, over here!” Dove says, directing traffic.
“Be careful!” my mother says to someone.
“Careful of what?” I say, getting more confused by the minute.
“It will all be revealed soon!” Scarlett adds in the voice of a prophet.
Another clue. “What’s that? Sounds like a tambourine! Aargon is in the house!” I say, beginning to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Shut up! Just wait one more minute,” Aargon says, walking from the hall into the room.
“Oh I must be close. Is it something musical? Are we playing Name That Tune? That’s it. We used to play that when we were young.”