by D. L. Gallie
Jordan wraps his arms around my waist, and we stand there, enjoying being in each other’s arms. It isn’t until Sarah and Josh pull up that our trance is broken. Sarah knew I’d be a little upset, since Mum and Skye left, so they decided to pop over and whisk us away to the beach for the day.
This impromptu beach trip is just what I need, Sarah knows me too well. We all have a great afternoon and it definitely takes my mind off missing Mum and Skye. As usual, I proceed to get extremely sunburned and my face looks like a Goddamn ninja turtle from my sunglass tan. Who knew that expired sunscreen did not work? I didn’t, but I do now, ouch.
After everything that happened and working super hard to graduate on time, I decided I wasn’t going to get a job until the new year. A little ‘me’ time was called for. However, the universe had other ideas, and two weeks after graduation I was offered an amazing job at the local tourism board. Turns out Michele knew someone there, and when she heard they were looking for someone she suggested me. I felt pretty honoured to have her recommend me.
As fate would have it, this job didn’t start until January so I still got to have a few months off before entering the workforce. Early in the new year, I started working at the tourism board. It was an amazing position and I loved going into work each day. It really was my dream job.
Just before Easter, Jordan and I officially move in together, we are pretty much living together anyway. When we made it official we decided get a new place, somewhere that was ours and had no memories. My apartment has memories of Clint and I don’t want those memories tarnishing the relationship that Jordan and I have. Some nights, those memories haunt me and I want to start fresh with Jordan, a blank canvas as such. He agreed when I told him why I wanted us to get a new place and the house hunting began. Even though moving in together is a big step, I have no qualms about it at all. I am excited for this next adventure and I’m so glad to be taking that step with Jordan.
We found an amazing cottage with everything that we wanted and it was pretty much in the middle of my work and Jordan’s university. After graduating college, Jordan decided to continue his studies. He’s now wants to own his own bar, not just run one. Luckily, his diploma managed to cut eighteen months off the bachelor of Business course.
I cannot wait to move into our cottage, I fell in love with the kitchen as soon as I saw it, it’s amazeballs, I don’t care about anything else. I want this cottage for the kitchen alone. It has chocolate granite bench tops, honey coloured timber cabinets, a built in coffee machine, thirty-two bottle wine fridge and a stainless dishwasher. Our little cottage has it all and I cannot wait to move in. It has the most gorgeous verandah that leads onto a massive entertainment area.
The first thing I bought, just for us was a kwila timber Jack and Jill setting with green cushions for the front verandah. It will be the perfect place to sit and have my morning coffee or a quiet wine/beer with Jordan, at the end of the day.
Jordan’s only stipulation was the house had to have a shed, or beer cave, as I like to tease him, so he can start brewing beer on a bigger scale. He has become so fanatical about brewing beer; I’ve never met someone so passionate about beer, or life in general, actually. His passion and heart are two of the many things that I love about him.
It’s finally moving day and the last box has been unpacked. We are sitting on the verandah enjoying a beer, and organising a house warming party, Mike’s idea of course. Even though I sometimes want to gaffe tape his mouth shut and throw him off the pier, with a ball and chain wrapped around his ankles to keep him there, Mike is harmless and I love him to pieces. He is always there for Jordan and me, and we really appreciate it.
Jordan told Mike he needs three weeks to get the beers brewed and ready for the party. Since we have moved in, and he now has his man/beer cave he keeps talking about working at a brewery one day. It’s really nice to see him passionate about something other than my safety for a change.
No… no … no … no! Why is she moving in with twat boy? When my cousin came to visit me today and told me the devastating news, I lost it.
How can she do this to me? To us?
She is mines; her and I are meant to be together. Why is it all going wrong? I’ve left her flowers; doesn’t she know that I love her and that we are meant to be together?
I need to up my game.
Soon, Sweetcheeks, soon you will be mines.
It’s the day of our housewarming, and I’m in the kitchen making sausage rolls, Thai chicken balls that I can never get to actually look like balls, home made dips including, mum’s super yummy cheese log, and my famous brownies. Jordan walks in, and he wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my ear as he pulls me in tighter. “Do you know how sexy you look, right now?”
Turning around, I wrap my arms around him and he bursts out laughing. I look at him confused. “What’s so funny?”
“You have brownie mixture smeared all over your face, it kinda looks like shit.”
Without even thinking, I dip my finger into the mixture and I smear it down the side of his face whispering, “Now you have shit on your face, too.”
“Oh it’s on like Donkey Kong, woman.” Jordan chases after me, with the brownie bowl in his arms; I manage to sidestep him, running around the bench, so that I am now standing across from him. He places the bowl back on the bench, I lean over and dip my finger in. Slowly I lift my finger to my mouth and suck the mixture off, while letting out an exaggerated moan. Jordan stops, staring at me, his eyes immediately heat with desire.
We both step around the bench towards each other, our lips colliding into a passionate kiss. He pulls back and dips his finger into the bowl. As he lifts it up towards his mouth, I lean forward and suck the mixture off his finger and moan. Angling towards him, I slowly lick the mixture off his face that I smeared there earlier, and look into his eyes. “Mmhmm, that tastes amazeballs,” I huskily whisper.
I suck his cheek and lick along his jawline, groaning as I go, slowly kissing my way up to his lips. Coaxing his lips open with my tongue, I slip my tongue in and out of his mouth. Leaning up onto my tippy toes, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, deepening our kiss. Sighing into his mouth, my pussy tightens when I feel his cock pressing into my stomach.
Taking a step back I slip the straps of my sundress down so I am standing there only in my blue silk undies, sans bra, as it’s built into the dress.
Looking deep into Jordan’s eyes, I dip my finger into the mixture again and smear it across my breasts. “Oops,” I seductively say.
Jordan steps towards me, his tongue darting out, licking across my collarbone and down my breastbone. Sucking the mixture off me before taking my nipple into his mouth. It immediately pebbles and with his other hand he massages the other breast. He alternates between the two, my body tingling all over. I cry out in pleasure as he gently bites my nipple; the pain quickly replaced with ecstasy as he sucks my nipple harder.
Dunking my finger into the mixture again, I smear it down his neck. Bending forward, while he keeps massaging my breasts, I lick and suck the batter off him. I work my way down his abs and lower onto my knees; I undo his button and make quick work of his zipper. His cock springs free when I lower his boxer briefs, moving forward I lick the pre-cum that is glistening on the tip of his erect penis. I push his shorts and boxer briefs down to his ankles and he steps out, kicking them to the side. I begin to massage his balls while, I suck him further into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks so I can take him deeper into my throat, just like I did the first time we made love. “Fuck, Kenz, your mouth is amazing.”
That’s all the encouragement I need, I start bobbing my head faster, working up and down his thick shaft. Feeling his balls tighten in my hand, I know he is close. Seconds later, I feel the first creamy spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I suck every last drop from him and I lick any that spilt. Wiping the side of my mouth with my finger I look up into Jordan’s eyes and then suck my finger. “Mmhmm.”
Standing up, I draw him closer and kiss him deeply. Jordan lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes aside the mixing bowl and lowers me onto the edge of the island bench and quickly removes my undies. Leaning over, he dips his finger into the mixture, smearing it over my stomach and the top of my mound.
Jordan proceeds to suck it off me, while massaging my breasts, and rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. I lean back on my elbows, closing my eyes and losing my self in the pleasure that is overtaking my body.
He licks down my stomach to the top of my mound, his tongue darting out, flicking my clit. When his tongue hits my clit a second time, it sends a bolt of electricity to my pussy and I feel myself instantly get wetter. I moan and lie down on the bench, as he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks harder. His tongue laps my slit, sliding in and out, before sucking and nibbling on my clit once again. Clenching his head between my thighs, I never want this feeling to end, I let out a loud moan and run my fingers through Jordan’s hair. With one final flick of his tongue on my clit, I’m coming, my body buzzes from head to toe, as a wave of pleasure overtakes my entire being, as he continues to suck every last drop of my orgasm.
Once my orgasm has finished, he sits me closer to the edge of the bench and guides his throbbing cock into my pussy. Wrapping my legs around his waist, grasping him closer to me; he slowly pulls out and slams back into me, again and again. We pick up a frenzied sensual rhythm, our mouths hungrily devouring each other as he continues to pound into me. Without warning he stops, lowers my legs, and tells me to turn around. Quickly, I spin around and grab the edge of the bench. He enters me from behind with such force that my orgasm immediately starts to build.
Arching my back, I reach my hand up to cup his cheek, turning my head to kiss him. Jordan reaches around and starts to rub my clit. I can feel my climax intensifying. Reaching down with my other hand, I help Jordan massage my clit; our fingers working together, rubbing my swollen nub in circles, skimming our fingernails across my sensitive core. Before long, I’m exploding around his cock, my whole body shuddering due to the force of the climax. While I’m riding out my release, I feel Jordan still before he detonates inside of me.
We stand there, with our arms wrapped around each other, panting, gazing into each other’s eyes over my shoulder. Jordan is the first to speak, “Fuck, I love your brownies,” and we both laugh.
He spins me around and kisses me, this is the kiss of all kisses. I can feel it deep in my soul. In this exact moment I know that I love Jordan with all my heart. Mid-kiss he pulls away, “Fuck, we didn’t use a franga.”
Without hesitating, I reply. “I’m due next week, we should be fine, and if not, we will deal with it. I love you, Jordan.” Realising that this is the first time that I have said it to him, I don’t panic. I’m happy that I said it and I don’t regret it at all. Grabbing his face with both of my hands and I look deep into his eyes. “Jordan, you and I can overcome and do anything, as long as we are together.” I say it again, “I love you.”
“I love you too, Kenz.”
We stare into each other’s eyes, Jordan leans down and kisses me again, but this kiss feels different somehow. I think because it’s a kiss of love and not just lust. Pushing back, I smile. “Ummm, we better go have a shower and get cleaned up, and then I need to finish cooking. Our guests will be here soon.”
“Yeah, I guess we got a little sidetracked. Come on; let’s have a shower. To be earth conscious, and all that shit, I think we should have a shower together.”
“Yes, cause we are so earth conscious,” I sarcastically reply with a laugh.
Grabbing my hand, he leads us into the bathroom, but us saying the L word has unleashed something inside of us. We make love on the bathroom floor … and again in the shower together, being all earth conscious about the amount of water we use.
An hour later, I’m putting the last brownie batch in the oven, and have just set the timer when Sarah and Josh arrive. Josh pokes his head in to say hey and then heads to the backyard where Jordan and Mike are setting up the tables.
Sarah stays and helps me get the rest of the food organised. Once everything is ready, we take the food, rest of the drinks, and cutlery outback. We have just finished setting up and everyone starts to arrive.
Jordan’s beer is flowing and it tastes amazing. I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time. Actually, I haven’t been this happy in a long time. Everyone has a fantabolous night, and Jordan’s beers are a hit, as are my brownies.
It’s just after midnight, and only Mike, Sarah, Josh, Jordan and I are left. Mike pulls out a bottle of tequila and that’s when things start to get real messy. Jordan hides as he and tequila don’t mix very well, kind of like oil and water. I remember one messy night in first term after exams; all the Stratton College students were at the Dirty Duck celebrating. Someone decided to start a game of higher or lower with tequila as the prize; I use the term prize loosely. Poor Jordan sucked at that game. I have never seen someone so sick before. Thinking about that night, I start to laugh to myself and everyone looks at me. “Jordan, remember that evening in college at the Dirty Duck, after first term exams and we were playing higher or lower?”
He shudders. “How can I forget, worst night of my life.” Everyone laughs. “And I have not touched tequila since and it’s not gonna happen tonight either.” He gives me a kiss goodnight. “Night everyone, thanks for coming and all your help.” He then walks down the hall to our bedroom.
“Your such a pussy,” Mike yells and slaps Jordan on the back as he walks past. He grabs the bottle, turns to us with the biggest smile on his face, “Let’s play, assholes.”
We start playing higher or lower, the card game from hell. You pray for the card to be higher than the previous one and nine times out of ten, luck is not on your side.
The next morning when, my mouth feels like the bottom of a dirty ashtray, and I feel like I have been hit by a bus and then reversed over, twice, I wish I had hidden like Jordan. Ugh! Why do I do this to myself?
Worst. Hangover. Ever.
Jordan has been my rock, my hero, the one I turn too when it all feels likes its crashing down on me. He was my savior and I want to do something for him, to show him how much I appreciate everything that he has done for me. I’ve arranged for us to go to Europe and attend the opening weekend of the Oktoberfest. The idea came about when I won a $2000 travel voucher.
Originally I had planned for Mike and Jordan to go, but Mike had just gotten a new job and was unable to attend, so I stepped in, such a shame that was. Plus, when I think about it, Mike would have totally gotten them both arrested, so it was probably better that Jordan and I went. I didn’t tell Jordan what we were doing, or where we were going. All I told him is that were flying to Europe for a tour, and everything is arranged. As soon as Jordan realises we are flying into Munich, he puts two and two together and figures out we are off to the Oktoberfest.
We arrive at the hostel and I question my decision. “Oh My God, Jordan. What have I done?”
He looks at me confused. “What’s up, Kenz?”
“Dude, this place looks like the one from that creepy Hostel movie, I don’t think I can stay here.”
Laughing, he replies. “You are too funny, Kenz, this place will be fine BUT if we get inside and you’re still creeped out, I’ll find us somewhere else to stay.”
“Jordan, it’s the opening weekend of the Oktoberfest, nothing will be available.” Taking a deep breath, I add, “Guess I just have to put on my big girl undies and go with it.”
“Personally, I prefer you with no undies but if it means we can stay then by all mean, grandma undie it up.”
Punching him in the arm as I walk past, I lug my suitcase up the stairs and head inside. Thankfully when we get inside it loses it’s creepy vibe and any fear I have vanishes. “Oh, thank God!” I whisper to Jordan.
He laughs, “Man I love you and your over active imagination. Let’s get checked in and enjoy ourselves.”
While Jordan checks us in, I look around. It’s a pretty retro hostel; black and white checked flooring, neutral walls, which are covered in pictures, musical instruments and artwork, ranging from historic photos from around Munich, to old school record covers, and a few classic black and white film posters. The ceiling is littered with thousands of tiny fairy lights, I’d love to just lie back and stare at them. It would be like lying under the stars.
We meet the tour group in the basement of the hostel at 5:00 p.m. as per our itinerary, where we get our shirts and all the information that we need to know for the weekend. We all then head to this awesome outdoor beer garden, which is about a ten minute walk from the hostel.
This beer garden is magical. There are long rows of picnic tables with red and white checked tablecloths, little wooden crates filled with cutlery and condiments sit in the center. At one end of the garden there is a L-shaped timber bar with wooden barstools along one side of the L, the other side is a standing only service area. Through the rafters there are thousands of fairy lights hanging down.
We spend the afternoon, and well into the evening, drinking steins of beer and getting to know the rest of the group. After drinking five too many steins, Jordan and I stumble back to the hostel and crash.
Today is the opening day of the Oktoberfest, the sun is shining and there’s excitement in the air; Munich is buzzing. Bright and early Jordan and I are up, surprisingly not hung-over; I love German beer. After getting a coffee, we make our way to the Oktoberfest grounds, which is a short fifteen-minute walk from the hostel. Even though it doesn’t officially open till 12:00 p.m., we need to be there at 9:00 a.m. in order to get into the Hofbrau Haus beer hall that the tour guides say is the best.
When we arrive, we get the typical touristy photo under the Oktoberfest rainbow entry, similar to the one in the hostel, and we make our way to the Hofbrau house and line up. The gates to the beer hall open at 10:00 a.m. and it’s a free-for-all, luckily we are with a tour group and get unofficial priority once inside. While we wait for the first keg to be tapped at noon, we eat German pretzels and drink Coke in steins.