by Taryn Steele
What the fuck?
“Oh. Hi.” I stutter not knowing what to say because I can’t understand why the fuck she needs to be in here this early talking to him.
“Good morning, Hillary,” Marcie says, with a straight face.
“Okay, mom. It’s early. Hillary and I want to sleep more.”
“Alright. Good enough. Door open or closed?”
“Closed!” We both shout in unison.
We cuddle for about an hour but my growling stomach and Jameson’s bladder wouldn’t allow much more. We decide to get up and go have some breakfast. As I round the corner out of Jameson’s room I see Marcie sitting at the dining room table reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. She looks up at me through her glasses. I smile and walk passed her in to the tiny kitchen. Knowing she’s been cleaning I choose to grab something small and simple to not make a huge mess. I grab a box of Honey Nut Cheerios and a glass of orange juice. As soon as I sit down Jameson comes out of the bathroom. What took him so long? Good Lord he can pee for a long time first thing in the morning. He sits down at the table with me, hands me a section of the newspaper and takes the comics for himself. We sat there in silence for a good ten minutes before Marcie got up and announced that she was going to clean the bathroom.
Less than a minute later Marcie comes stomping towards us at the table.
“Hillary, did you brush your teeth this morning?”
“Yes.”
“Did you use this toothpaste?”
“Yes.”
“And you squeezed it from the middle of the tube?”
“I wasn’t really paying attention.” I’m dumbfounded as to what the problem is.
“You can’t do that. You did it wrong. You have to squeeze it from the bottom,” she tells me.
“Ummm, okay…? I wasn’t aware there was a right and wrong way of dispensing toothpaste on a toothbrush.”
“Well, there is.” She stomps back to the bathroom.
I just turn my head to Jameson with my eyes wide open giving him that what the fuck look. He drops his head and just shakes it back and forth as if he doesn’t even know what to say to me.
“What the fuck was that all about?” I ask him.
“I’m sorry. My mom is just a little OCD about some things. I’ll talk to her.”
“No, you don’t have to talk to her. Just give me a heads up about her antics so I don’t piss her off.”
“Okay.”
“Look, I’m going to finish my cereal then I’m going to take off. Clearly your mom is still a little pissed about whatever was going down last night. It seems like she’s still that way considering she just went off on me about fucking toothpaste. I’m going to take my grandma grocery shopping and obviously tell her about the engagement. She likes you. She’s going to be thrilled.”
“Do you really have to go now?”
“Your mom seems like she’s on a rampage and this apartment isn’t big enough to hide. You can always come with me.”
“As much as I’d love to I should probably stay here and find out what her deal is. Plus vacation is over and I have to go back in to work tonight so I’ll probably just chill out.”
“Alright then, you can call me later. I’m gonna go change and take off.”
And take off is just what I did. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Why was Marcie acting that way? What did I do to piss her off? Does squeezing the toothpaste from the middle of the tube really upset her that much? She’s always been so nice to me. What changed? Is she mad about the engagement? I asked myself question after question the entire ride home, in the shower, and even while changing my clothes. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I was thankful to have to take Grandma grocery shopping to distract me.
I knock on the door.
“Grandma, you in here? Ready to go grocery shopping?” I yell into the house.
“I’ll be right there. I’m old you know. I don’t move as fast as I used to.” She shouts back from the den.
“I’m in no rush Grandma. I have all day.”
“So how was your trip?” She asks while rounding the corner in to the kitchen.
“It was good. The scenery is breathtaking. The mountains are gorgeous. Lots of cute souvenir shops. Oh, and I got engaged.”
“You what?”
“Jameson proposed and I said yes.” I tell her and hold out my hand showing her the ring.
Grandma’s eyes light up. “Oh Hillary. I’m so happy for you. He’s a good man. I told you, if you run and he chases you … remember?”
“Yes I remember. No more running or chasing for us.”
“That’s what I like to hear. We should get lunch and celebrate. My treat, then we can get groceries. How about Nunu’s Bistro for that vegetable pasta thing you like?”
“That sounds perfect Grandma.”
I always feel better after spending time with Grandma Nowal. Even when her stubborn, non-emotional Polish comes out I always take something from our conversations. I appreciate having her in my life.
If you were twice as smart, you’d still be stupid.”
March 15, 2002
TGIF! I SURVIVED MY FIRST WEEK back at work after vacation. It’s the first time I’m going back to Jameson’s since the toothpaste incident with Marcie. Jameson said I had nothing to worry about, Marcie loved me as if I was her own daughter. I just don’t know if I believe that or not.
As I walk up the three flights of stairs to the apartment I nervously remind myself to immediately take my shoes off and put them off to the side on the shoe mat so she doesn’t freak out on me. As I am about the knock on the door it immediately swings open. Jameson is standing there with a huge smile on his face.
“I saw you pulling in, so I kept an eye and ear out for ya.”
“Oh. Why thank you kind sir.” I say, jokingly. “Did you have a good day or is that big smile just because you’re happy to see me?
“Both, but also we have the place to ourselves for a bit. The complex is having some sort of get together in the community room and my mom went to be social.”
“Awesome. Now tell me what smells good? Is it a candle or dinner?”
“It’s dinner. Shrimp scampi over pasta.”
“Oh-my-god! That sounds like heaven and I am super hungry.”
“Good because it’s ready.”
It was really nice to have the place to ourselves. For a short time it felt like our own little place, sitting at the dinner table together, talking about our day. It got me to thinking.
“What’s with the look on your face? You know I can read you like a book by now right? I can see the wheels turning.” Jameson says.
“I was just thinking how nice this is just the two of us sitting here alone. I was wondering about us getting our own place. Not that I have any doubts about us but we should get used to living together before we get married. You know, work out all the kinks beforehand?”
“I think that’s a great idea. The Sunday newspaper always has a lot of listings. We can peruse the paper this weekend to see what’s out there.”
“A house? I meant an apartment.”
“My mom has had me bouncing around in rentals for years. It’s pissing money away in my opinion. I want a house. I think we should buy a house together.”
“Wow! Really? Holy shit. Can we afford that and save for a wedding? You know what? Before we get all excited looking at houses in the paper how about this weekend we sit down, set a wedding date first, then talk finances?”
“That’s a good plan. You’re smart and pretty. I’m a lucky guy.” He says with a smirk.
Since Jameson cooked dinner I figured the least I could do was wash the dishes. He argued but I insisted he take a seat on the couch and chill out. I was excited to have a relaxing date night in with him, so I didn’t mind washing dishes. A few minutes in that nice thought, it all came to an end when I heard keys in the door.
“You’re home awfully early.” I heard Jameson say.
“W
ell, the people were boring. I brought a piece of cheesecake home though. I gotta put it in the fridge before I forget.”
“Hi Marcie.”
“Hello Hillary. Why are you hiding in the kitchen?”
“I’m not hiding. I was doing the dishes from dinner.” I say as I dry my hands off on a towel.
“Oh no, dear. Not that towel.” She says as she grabs it out of my hand. “That towel isn’t for hands.”
“But it was next to the sink I just assumed–”
“No.” She says cutting me off. “It’s for drying dishes.”
“Then what is the towel on the dish rack for?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer me. She rips off two paper towels that are on the counter, hands them to me and walks away. I stood there completely dumbfounded. It took all my strength not to mention to her that she had her sneakers on and forgot to take them off before walking in to the apartment. It’s hard keeping my inner smart ass in check.
As I was stepping out of the kitchen to see if Jameson heard any of that, he was already there. He doesn’t say anything. He has his head tilted to the side a bit and his bottom lip pursed out. His face has the apology for the words that cannot come out. I’m sorry my mom is crazy is what I would like to hear him say. I follow his lead and don’t utter a word myself. I just give him a simple grin, wrap my arms around his waist and we just stand there for a moment. He releases our hug, grabs my hand, ushers us towards his bedroom and closes the door.
THE SUNDAY MORNING NEWSPAPER has everything. It has world news, state news, sports, comics, job opportunities, stock market and most importantly house listings. After our romantic dinner date at the apartment was cut short on Friday, it gave us a lot to talk about on Saturday, our own place. We decided that just looking in the paper to see what was out there and for how much wouldn’t hurt anything. We weren’t signing any papers, and we weren’t going to the open houses. We were just looking.
Another quiet breakfast at the dining room table just the three of us. Marcie had the newspaper in front of her. As soon as Jameson sat down with his coffee she handed him the comics because he always read that first.
“I’ll read the comics later mom. I’m actually looking for the real estate section.” He says to her.
“The what? The real estate section? For what?” She says, with a surprised look on her face.
“Because we want to see what’s out there for houses.” Jameson replies.
“Why so soon?”
“Mom, things like this take time. We’re not going to just buy the first house we see. We need to start looking now. We went through our finances already. We know what we can and cannot afford. We know our prequalified amount.”
“So you’re moving out just like that?” She asks angrily.
“Mom, Hillary and I are engaged to be married. Did you think I was going to live here until the night before my wedding?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I tried to hold it in but I couldn’t. Marcie gave me such a nasty look. One of those if looks could kill looks. “Sorry, I thought that was funny.” I admit. Jameson laughs and gives me a wink so show support.
“Well, no. I just thought… I thought you’d be more focused on the wedding first. That’s all.”
“We are focused on the wedding but it’s a while from now. We have time. We want to be settled in a house together before the wedding.” Jameson tells her.
“What do you mean it’s a while from now? You set a date?”
“Yes we did.” I chime in. “July 5, 2003.” I tell her.
“That’s a long engagement. Well over a year.” She responds.
“We want it to be just right, and for something like that it takes time.” I tell her.
She nods as if she understands. I’m not entirely sure though.
“Well, this morning has been quite eventful.” Marcie says as she stands up from the table, taking her plate in to the kitchen. “I must get moving. I have errands to run. I also need to go grocery shopping before the stores get crowded.”
I give Jameson the biggest, most devilish grin. My face saying it all… we have the place to ourselves. We are etting’ busy!
By the time Marcie got dressed, brushed her teeth and did her hair it was a good hour before she left. She said she’d be gone for at least two hours. When she left the apartment I went in to the bathroom to freshen up. Jameson looked out the window the make sure she drove out of the parking lot and didn’t possibly forget something and come back in. As I finished up in the bathroom I made my way across the hall to Jameson’s room. He was already there waiting for me.
“Close and lock the door, just in case.” He tells me. So I do, then I climb in to the bed with him. He immediately wraps his arms around my waist burying his head in my chest. “I love your scent.” He tells me. “I wish I could bottle it up and carry it with me so I always have you around. It’s intoxicating. I can happily get lost in it.” I can’t help but smile at his sentiment. “It’s like an addictive combination of exotic flowers infused with a dash of vanilla. You’re very own seductive love potion.”
He brings his lips up to mine, kissing me ever so gently. He runs his nose along my jaw, occasionally brushing his tongue for a taste. I lift my head so he does the same to my neck. I love when he kisses my neck; especially when he hasn’t shaved in a day or two. The scruff from his facial hair sends electric tingles throughout my entire body. He pulls my top off over my head. “I need this skin,” he mumbles as his tongue trickles over my body. “I need you too Jameson.” His mouth darts to my breast. His remarkable tongue spinning around the nipple. I arch my back and drag my nails down his back, moaning out loud. “Mmmmmm...”
His breathing gets heavier. His hands get rougher. His mouth is more aggressive. My body is out of control. I think I’m going to come no matter what his next move is.
“I need to be inside of you.” He pulls off my pajama shorts and tosses them on to the floor. My body is aching for him.
“I need you… God, yes I need you too!” I plead. He moves down the bed, pushes my legs apart and licks up and down my pussy. I feel so open and unmasked. I’ve told him everything. I’ve shown him everything. There is nothing left to hide. I feel so susceptible in this position.
“Jameson…” I plead as I say his name but not sure what I’m pleading for. I’ve lost all of my senses. My body is overcome.
“You taste so good. I could stay here for hours.” He mumbles. I couldn’t see his dick from this position but I could only imagine how hard it was. I needed it in me!
“Jameson please… I need you now…” I could barely speak. My clit was throbbing from his tongue lashing. He slowly crawls up closer to me like a mountain lion seeking out its prey. He crashes his lips to mine. I could taste myself on him. With one arm he hooks himself under my knee lifting me a bit and pushes in to me. I let out a quick gasp at the sensation of how much he fills me. He moves voraciously bringing out that strong mountain lion hunger. He is determined. His movements are hard and long, then he quickens his pace taking slow pauses in between. It is driving me mad.
“Oh-my-god Jameson, please.” My climax is brewing. I can feel the tingle in my toes.
“Please what?” He asks.
“I need … I need …” I can’t finish a thought.
With that he lifts my butt cheek and thrusts in to me harder and harder and until we are both groaning with our climaxes on the brink of release.
“Oh-my-god, Jameson!”
“Yes Hillary! Yes!”
He collapses on top of me. His elbows holding him up. We are panting like dogs in heat. He places little tiny kisses on my chest as we come down from our orgasmic high.
BEVAN AND LILY CALL US to see if we want to go out to lunch with them. I was excited to tell them that we picked a wedding date and we’re going to start looking for our own place to live. Although Bevan and Lily were engaged before us, they still hadn’t picked a wedding date, nor have they discussed getting a place together
. I don’t think they are as anxious to move out from their parents as we are.
As we sat in the parking lot of Chili’s restaurant we joked about how late we thought Bevan and Lily would be. These two couldn’t be on time if it saved their life.
“They said one o’clock right?” I asked Jameson.
“Yup, and its 1:17 p.m. I’m hungry. Let’s go in, get a table and wait for them inside.”
“Works for me. I’m hungry too, and very thirsty.” I add.
We get a booth inside, place our drink orders and before we can say another word they show up.
“Sorry, we’re late–” Lily says.
“Nope! Don’t want to hear it. You two are always late.” Jameson chimes in.
“Dude seriously?” Bevan asks.
“He’s joking. Jameson, knock it off.” I say. “Before the waitress comes back do you guys mind if we do separate checks. We’re trying to be conservative with our money to save for the wedding?”
“Oh my god! Did you set a date?” Lily asks.
“We did. July 5, 2003.” I tell her.
“2003, why so far away?” Lily asks.
“We want to get caught up financially, we’ll pay for a lot of the wedding ourselves. My parents aren’t well off by any means. Jameson’s dad is in the same boat, and Marcie, well. She hasn’t really said much. Plus, we’ve been talking about buying a house.”
“A house? Wow! That’s great! Where are you going to look?” Lily asks.
“Well, I’d like to stay in the area my company services because we’ll get a huge discount.” Jameson mentions.
“I didn’t know that.” I tell him. “You want to stay up here? I work all the way down on the shoreline. That would be almost an hour commute.”
“Oh damn. Trouble in paradise.” Bevan suggests.
“No. We can talk about it later. Nothing is set in stone.” Jameson tells the table but just looks at me.
I need to change the subject before things get frustratingly awkward.