by Young, Luke
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, make my drink a double then.” She flashed him a grin.
“I’ve been experimenting a little at the bar today. In fact, I’ve already taste tested a few.” He waved his hands around comically as if he might already be drunk.
She giggled. “I’ll have what you’re having.”
“Cool, it’s this thing I call a double cosmo slush– crushed ice, double the cranberry, double the vodka and, of course… double the fun.”
“Like I said I’ll take two of those.”
“Wow a quadruple cosmo slush.” He flashed her a fake look of apprehension. “I’ve never made one of those.”
“I think you’ll manage.”
He smiled. “Be right back, but there’s fresh baked bread in that basket. It should still be warm.”
“You baked bread.” She scoffed.
“No, sorry, I actually have a life. It’s from the bakery.” He frowned. “But I did make everything else.”
“Baby, I can’t wait.”
Jim hurried into the house and Victoria enjoyed a warm roll as she listened to the whirl of their shaved ice maker. Moments later he delivered a drink to her hand and placed his on the table. He waited with his eyebrows raised as she took a sip.
“Amazing.”
Smiling, he turned on his heels and skipped toward the house.
“How many drinks did you say you already had?” Chuckling, she called out to him and he ignored the question.
When he returned thirty seconds later, he carried two large bowls. He placed one in front of her and said proudly, “One blue cheese pecan chopped salad… with extra blue cheese crumbles.”
“Oh my…”
“Uh-huh…” He moved to his seat and they each took a bite.
She moaned happily as her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. “You made this?”
“I did.” He held his head high.
“I’d say someone’s earned himself some special attention tonight.”
“Just wait until you taste the main course.”
“Wait, are you the main course?” She widened her eyes.
“I wish…” He grinned. “No, I’m dessert.”
“I’ll be sure to leave room then.”
The two went to work on their salads, bread and drinks as the small talk and never ending sexually suggestive banter continued. Afterward, Jim returned with a drink refill then a cream based bowl of soup dusted on top with a decorative orange spice.
She took a sip of her drink then gazed down to her bowl using her spoon to inspect the vegetables and huge chunks of seafood inside. “Is it really?”
“Yep, seafood chowder just like we had in Maine.”
“How did you… ?”
“Well, let me tell you it’s not easy to find five, count ‘em five, different kinds of fresh seafood and not that crap from the grocery store. I had to go to the dock and two seafood shops.”
She lifted a spoon to her mouth, blew gently on it then slipped it into her mouth. Running her tongue around between her lips, she smiled. “It’s… incredible.”
“I know. I’ve been sampling it for the last hour.”
She raised her spoon from the bowl, spotted a huge chunk of lobster and smiled. “Lobster too?”
“And scallops, shrimp, muscles and clams.”
She nodded to him, impressed. “You know that thing you like that I do up in the bedroom?”
“Which thing? The, um, thing you do when I’m sitting in the chair or the thing you do when I’m standing?”
“Standing.”
“Ohhh… I like that.”
“I’m going to do that…” She widened her eyes. “Twice.”
He pointed to his glass. “Well then, I’d better make that my last cocktail.”
“Probably.”
The happy couple went back to work on their seafood chowder until it was gone.
Picking up her drink, Victoria sat back in her chair and took a sip, giving him another skeptical look. “Really what’s all this about? You went to an awful lot of trouble here.”
He cleared his throat. “Well, one year ago today I moved in here with you.”
“Really?” Her mouth fell open. “That was one year ago?”
“It was.” He lifted his glass up. “Here’s to the happiest year of my life… by far.”
“Mine too.” She smiled and they each took a sip.
Placing his glass on the table, he gave her a serious look.
“Now, I know when I asked you to marry me six months ago—”
“You mean…” She placed her finger to her lips. “That time you had your proposal up on the jumbotron during the Heat/Nicks game.”
“Yeah, that time. I know you only said yes at the game to keep me from embarrassing myself and then when we came home you let me down easy.”
“I did.”
“Remember you told me to ask you again later in front of less people.”
“I remember that.” She took a sip of her drink then waited holding back a smile.
“Look around.” He widened his eyes. “There’s less people.”
“Okay.” She grinned, coyly. “Is there, um, something you’d like to ask me?”
He rose up from the table, downed the rest of his drink, wiped his mouth with his napkin then threw it down in a mock show of masculinity before shooting her a sexy grin.
She shuddered. “Wow, I think I just got a little wet.”
“I’ve been working on that move.”
“It shows.”
He cleared his throat once again, moved to her and got down on his knees. “Victoria?”
“Yes.”
Cradling her hands in his own, he began, “As I mentioned these last twelve months have been the best of my life and—”
“You’re pretty young so…”
He frowned. “Would you knock it off?”
“Sorry.”
After giving her a tired look, he continued, “I love you more every day. When I wake up in the middle of the night, I watch you sleep and just study your face. I mean, yes, sometimes I lift the covers up and look at your rear end, but… sorry, I’m not sure where I was going with that.”
She giggled and leaned closer to him.
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy and raising our beautiful daughter… Victoria will you marry me?”
A tear fell from her eye and she opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. “Sorry…” Her voice cracked. “…that was just so beautiful, I mean, except for the rear end part.”
He shrugged and gave her a hopeful look. “Well?”
“Yes, Jim Nash, I will marry you.” Leaning down, she gave him a kiss.
He stood up and extended his hand to her. She took it and rose to her feet then slipped into his arms. He hugged her tight then kissed her again.
She pulled away from him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?”
“Um, a ring.”
“Oh, I saw the way you made a face about the last one I bought you, so I returned that one.”
“Yeah, I sorta wasn’t crazy about it.” She shrugged.
“I did pick that one out by myself.”
She frowned. “I know.”
“We have an appointment in two weeks at Jervis and Murkins.”
“I’ve heard that place is really nice.” She smiled.
“I know. I went there and saw how it works. You pick out your stone, then your setting and they put it all together. This way you get exactly what you want.”
“I already have exactly what I want.” She pulled him close and kissed him long and hard. “But don’t get me wrong I still want a ring.”
“Of course.”
“I can’t wait to tell Jillian.” She turned from him with her mind wandering.
“Can we have dessert first?” He flashed her a sexy look.
“Sure.”
“Are you really going to do that thing twic
e?”
Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him toward the house. “Depending on how my jaw feels, maybe even three times.”
“I’d better bring an energy bar with me then.”
Glancing back, she nodded in agreement then they headed toward the house with Jim wearing a smile that just wouldn’t quit.
5
Wearing absolutely nothing, Jillian hung her towel to dry on the shower door as Brian soaped up his parts behind the glass. Watching the water stream down his toned body, she smiled. “You look cute in there. I wish I had more time.”
“I know.” Moving to the glass, he pressed the head of his semi-excited penis against it spreading it out.
“Oh, don’t do that. You’ll hurt it.”
He chuckled. “No, I won’t. They make these things pretty resilient, you know.” He pressed it more firmly against the glass, the bulbous head looking now even more impressive.
Licking her lips, she widened her eyes. “It really looks big.”
“Hey, what do you mean it looks big?”
“I mean it is big.”
“That’s right babe.” Grinning, he held it perfectly still allowing her to enjoy the view.
After pulling herself back to reality, she grimaced. “I’m serious… I might need that later.”
He moved away from the glass and soaped up his chest. “You should have thought of that before you tried to break it off last night.”
“Sorry, it just felt so good and I was really caught up in the moment.”
“I know, but you can’t get up that high, at that angle and then slam down on it so hard like that. It is resilient…” Cocking his eyebrow, he gave her a look. “… but it’s not that resilient, you know.”
“I’ll be more careful.”
Looking down at his equipment, he smiled. “Wow, look how hard I am.”
She slid open the door and took hold of his shaft, giving it a couple quick strokes while gnawing on her lip seemingly contemplating how to proceed. After a few seconds, she shook her head and let it go. “I really am late.”
“Well, then stop teasing me.”
“Okay, okay.” She shimmied her hips and smiled. “I think I just had a little O.”
“I didn’t.” He frowned and said sarcastically, “So glad I could help you out.”
“Oh, I’ll give you a good blow job later.” After raising her eyebrows suggestively, she dried her hands on the towel then picked up a curling iron off the tile surround of the soaking tub. As she headed toward the sink, she said, “I think you can make it until then. You’ll survive.”
“Maybe, but I might just have to take care of him myself,” He announced loudly over the spray of the shower.
“You’d better not.” She giggled.
A few minutes later, he slid open the shower door and stepped onto a towel, his half-hard penis dangling between his legs.
Slipping on her glasses, she eyed him curiously. “Did you?”
“Noooo.” He narrowed his eyes as he dried himself with the towel.
“You did.”
“I didn’t.”
“I don’t believe you. I heard an awful lot of groaning and grunting over there.”
“Ahhh, you’re hearing things.”
“Are you sure?” Studying it closely, she shook her head, frowning. “It looks sorta like you did.”
He bent over trying to get a better look. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s kinda red.”
“I was taking a hot shower and it’s always a little red.”
“Men.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’ll prove it to you.” Taking hold of his equipment, he pointed it at her and widened his eyes. “You want to go? I’ll go right now. Let’s go.”
“No, that’s okay.” She held back a chuckle. “I believe you. Just promise me you’ll wait for me.”
“I will.”
Returning her attention to her face, she pulled off her glasses and leaned close to the mirror over the small double vanity full of their toiletries. Struggling to apply some makeup, she said, “God, I wish I could actually see close up,” She grumbled, “Getting older really sucks.”
“I wouldn’t know.” He broke into a smile.
“Well, there goes your blow job later.”
“Hey.”
Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she smiled. “Just kidding, maybe…”
She went to work on a section of her hair with the curling iron. After frowning at herself in the mirror, she mumbled, “That’s just going to have to do.”
She placed the curling iron down on the already overcrowded counter, knocking over a bottle of contact lens solution. She sighed. “I can’t wait for them to finish our bathroom. I can’t take much more of this. We should have waited until next year to do the remodel.”
“No, it will all be worth it. Just another week or so then you’ll finally have the dream bathroom you always wanted. I can’t wait to try out the two person shower with you.” He toweled off his body then hung the towel over the bar.
“I’ll bet you can’t.”
Sliding in next to her in front of his sink he smiled. “I swear I didn’t just do it, but you’re lucky. It took everything I had not to release some of this pent up excitement. I mean, you try having a boner and being right next to a woman with that ass.”
She smiled. “Okay, I really do believe you. And thanks to the ass comment, your B.J. is back on.”
“Awesome.”
She leaned back from the mirror and curled her hair. After spreading some paste on his toothbrush, he started to brush. He took a step back from the sink and focused once again on Jillian’s shapely ass. Groaning with his mouth full, he shook his head.
After rinsing the paste from his mouth, he dried his face with a towel. Sliding in next to him, she leaned close to the mirror once again, placing an eyebrow pencil to her brow. Tossing the towel to the counter, he slipped in behind her sliding down to his knees. Bent over, she looked even better, with her ass checks spreading adorably before him. He sighed and took hold of each cheek, rubbing them sensually.
“God, you look really cute.”
She grinned. “It always looks cute. You say that like it isn’t always cute.”
“Yeah, it is always cute, but sometimes it’s, you know, more cute.”
“You mean cuter.”
“Yes, cuter.” He sighed. “I forgot I was flirting with a grammar nut.”
Holding still, close to the mirror, she let him have another moment.
He kissed her lower back and she moaned softly, bending over even further as he ran his hands down her thighs.
He pulled back from her and stared deeply at her milky white skin. “I’d like to use your ass as a pillow.”
“What?”
“I’d like to use—”
“No, I heard you the first time. I don’t even know what that means.” She chuckled before shaking her head. “Well, sadly I think I do… What exactly is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
“You really need to find another hobby.”
“No way, worshiping your little ass is the only hobby I need.”
“Okay, ass boy… I’m really going to be late.”
“All right.” He stood and frowned.
Grimacing, she looked down at his now ridiculously hard erection.
He made a face. “See what you did to me.”
“Babe, you did that to yourself.”
“Yeah, but… you can’t leave me like this.”
“Uh, yeah I can.”
“At least give me permission to take care of it myself.”
Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “Knock yourself out.” She glanced down to her cell phone and checked the time. “Oh shit.” Moving quickly, she unplugged the curling iron then turned toward him.
He took a step back to the sink just as she brought the curling iron down and briefly losing her balance, she stumbled toward him. Before she coul
d pull it away his still-hard iron connected with her still-hot one for only a millisecond before he yelped in agony and pulled away.
“Oh my God.” Jillian’s jaw dropped open. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
Bending over, he wrapped his hand around the end of his penis with his mouth wide open and his eyes slammed shut. He let out a nearly silent, but slightly girly sounding whimper as he bounced up and down on his tip toes. “Awwwe… ooooh… mmmmnn…”
“Are you…” She grimaced, her eyes darting between the problem area and his face. “… okay?”
“I’m okay.” Rushing to the sink, he pressed his hips to the counter and turned on the cold water. He cupped water in his hand and tossed it over the tip as he struggled to catch his breath.
She moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let me see it.”
After splashing more cold water on it, he dabbed it carefully with a towel and shook his head a little dizzied.
Turning to her, he looked down and cringed. On the right side of the tip was a bright red burn mark. He grimaced. “Oh, shit.”
Jillian slipped down to her knees and studied it carefully wearing a troubled look. “Does it hurt?”
“A little.” After biting his lip, he said, “But I’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, it’s just a little… it’s… I’ll be fine.” He shook his head quickly, curled his lip and struggled to put on a brave face.
Rising up, she checked the time once more. She held her chin and cringed. “I really have to go, but I’ll be back soon. I promise. You sure you’re good?”
“It hardly hurts anymore,” he managed to say, showing only the faintest hint of discomfort in his voice.
They both looked down to it. She shrugged, unconvincingly. “It sorta, kinda doesn’t look… too bad.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He waved it off with a flip of his hand.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, you’re going to be late. You should go.”
“Okay.” She leaned in close to him and said softly, “I’ll make him feel better later.” After kissing him on the cheek, she gave him a supportive smile before heading out of the room.
Biting his lip, he waited a few seconds before poking his head out the doorway to confirm that she was gone. Returning to the sink, he turned on the cold water thrusting his hips against the counter and rising on his tip toes to lean over the bowl. Once again he cupped water in his hand and tossed it on his manhood, closing his eyes and breathing out in relief.