“No no no, I would never want to jeopardize your job. That is why I decided to leave.” That is as far into the night I wanted to talk about.
“It’s all good.” He paused and raised my hand, gently kissing it. “So, what’s the deal with you and Austin? It seems you must have had a pretty rough break up. Do you want to talk about it?” He seemed to be interested in my past, but not in a jealous kind of way. But more concerned for my heart and feelings.
“It’s complicated. But truthfully, I can sum it up pretty quick at this point.” He nodded his approval for me to continue so I did. I told Preston the story of Austin and Sawyer; the edited version of course. I explained how long we have known each other and how our families are close. He knew about the accident but not the turbulence that it caused on our relationship staying home for the first years of college. Then I told him about the break up and the time there after when we didn’t speak. Preston didn’t interrupt, instead just listened. It felt so good to talk with someone who is unbiased to the situation. When I was finished he took a sip of the wine and cleared his throat.
“So basically, what you are getting at is…Austin is an idiot.” He smiled and I laughed and shook my head. “Who in their right mind would break your heart?” He reached out and lifted my chin to look me in the eyes. “You’re past with Austin doesn’t bother me. If you say you are done with that and want to move on then I believe you.” He brushed his hand through my fallen bangs and pulled me closer.
In a lower voice he spoke directly to me without breaking eye contact.
“You are so gorgeous. I am glad that I met you and that he broke your heart. Only for the selfish reason that I get to put it back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I want you Sawyer.” He brought his lips close to mine and brushed a sweet kiss along my bottom lip.
Well, I got my answer. He wants to be exclusive.
As he pulled back, I could only manage a whisper. “I want you too, only you Preston.” I pressed my lips to his and it took my breath away.
His tongue explored my mouth and his hands were searching my body. I climbed into his lap and his kisses trailed down to my neck. I arched my back in acceptance and his hands paused at the small of my back. His kisses trailed down the v of my shirt as he tasted the tops of my breasts sharing time between the two.
My breaths are short and I keep feeling my blood pumping. He moved his hands south and rounded each one on my butt. With a smooth motion, he lifted us both up off the couch and our mouths made their way back to each other. My hands were lost in his hair and he walked us through the door, down the hall and into the bedroom.
He laid me gently onto his bed and peeled his shirt over his head. My eyes grew wild and I had to cross my legs to slow the throbbing sensation that was building. He leaned close to me as I was propped up on my elbows and grabbed the bottom of my shirt to lift over my head. His hands trailed from my cheek, down my neck, and across my chest. “Beautiful.” He whispered
My full breasts were spilling out of the demi lace bra I was wearing and with each rise and fall of my chest his eyes grew hungrier. His hands traveled to my jeans and he popped the button with ease lowering the zipper to reveal my matching lace thong. He slowly pulled down my jeans and admired my body.
“You are unbelievably beautiful.” I had no response but to smile.
I sat up and reached for his jeans. He had one hand in my hair and watched me slowly unbutton and lower the zipper. Once the zipper was carefully down, I lightly tugged the sides of his jeans and they went straight to the floor. His briefs could barely contain his arousal. Tracing my fingertips along the band of his briefs, I slowly pulled them down a little at a time placing sweet kisses along the way. His breathing quickened and his body tensed at the sensation.
He lowered himself to a kneeling position at the end of the bed and pulled me to the edge. Kissing me hard, swirling his tongue in my mouth, Preston guided me to lie back on the bed. His hands slide up my thighs, making their way to my panties. Slipping his fingers through the sides he slowly pulls them down my legs and they fall to the floor.
Warm hands parted my thighs as his mouth travels up my right side with his hand traveling up the other.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.” He moaned. Then lifting both thighs he places them over his shoulders, dipping his head down and licking his way from the bottom to the top.
My hand flew to cover my mouth. “Holy shit.” I mumbled.
He continued to taste me and make me squirm and when I could barely handle further pleasure from his tongue, he slipped his finger deep inside. I screamed his name out as my body convulsed and my release ripped through me.
My body was shaking and my hands were above my head. I was out of my mind and didn’t notice him reach for a condom and slide it on. Within seconds he had scooped me back up and turned around to sit on the bed with me in his lap. I loved to be on top. What kind of cowgirl would I be otherwise? He lifted me up and began to ease his length into my warmth.
“Oh baby, you’re so tight.” His mouth found my neck.
“Yesss.” A whisper was all I could manage as he really began to fill me, completely.
I was going to explode. A rush washed over my body and I began to move on top of him like our bodies were made to dance to its own song. He gripped my ass and guided me up and down. The deep growl in his throat gave warning he was nearing his release and made me even more excited. I quickened my pace and felt another rush building…again. Again. Holy Fuck! I’m out of breath, but manage a scream. Loud. My climax is thrashing through my body and I hear Preston moan in approval as he grabs me around the waist and his body jerks twice and relaxes into complete bliss. We fall back to the bed together and lie silently, catching our breath.
“Holy Shit, I think I’m in love.” The lightness in his tone reveals the comment is not serious.
“Wow. That was incredible.” I giggle in response. I curl my head into his chest still trying to catch my breath while soaking in what the hell just happened.
He bends forward and kisses me sweetly on my forehead “I’m going to hop in the shower, want to join me?”
“Sure, that sounds nice.” I replied.
He sits up gripping under my thighs and carries me into the bathroom.
The shower was so refreshing. After a quick make out session, under the water, the shower escalated to wall gripping heat and we got lost in each other for the second time.
“Here, you can put these on.” Preston threw me a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts to put on.
I was just about to argue that I didn’t need to stay the night when he walked over and kissed my forehead again.
“Stay the night with me, please. I want to hold you in my bed.” I would be crazy to argue with that.
“Of course, I’d love to.” I smiled and dropped my towel to pull the t-shirt over my head.
“Keep it up and you might not actually get any sleep tonight.” He said as his eyes absorbed my naked body.
“Oh boy, I better behave.” I gave a crooked smile and he laughed.
“I’m just kidding, get over here.” He wrapped me up in his arms and we climbed into bed and melted into each other.
“Good night, Preston”
“Night, Sweetheart.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Waking up in the arms of a man was a feeling I had missed. Preston was also waking up and I caught his smile as I lifted my head from his chest. It’s nice to know I’m not the only person who enjoys getting an early start to my day. We laid in bed talking for a few, and it didn’t take long before I was straddled across him.
After we are both sated, we showered and headed over to Java Café for breakfast.
As I could have guessed, Becka was working and made sure to send me devious looks my entire meal. This was the first night I had stayed away from the apartment since moving in.
The buzzing in my pocket alerted me that she must have already clued in Cheyenne. Becka kept her dista
nce and would smile and wink at me like a teenager.
Preston and I enjoyed our breakfast and easy conversations, almost as if the mind-blowing sex had been going on the whole time. It was nice to feel this comfortable around another person, especially in an intimate aspect.
We finished up breakfast and made our way to the exit. Glancing back to wave to Becka, she had a smile as big as Texas on her face and was too busy frantically texting to wave back. She gave a quick head nod and turned to get back to work. I was sure she was informing Chey that I was on my way home. It wouldn’t surprise me if she were waiting in the damn parking lot.
He pulled his truck up to the curb in front of the stairs to drop me off and I was glad to not see Cheyenne. I am never sure what to expect from that wild child.
“Thanks for having me over your. I’ll call you when I finish my paper.”
“You’re welcome over anytime. I miss you already, gorgeous.” He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Me too. Later pretty boy.” With a wink and smile, I hopped out of his truck and waved goodbye. Making my way up the stairs, I noticed a pretty little red head standing outside the door of our apartment, holding her phone up like a camera.
“Chey! What the hell? Put that down!” I screamed.
“Ha, no way! I’m totally documenting you’re first college walk of shame” She replied.
As soon as I dropped my hand, I heard the shutter snap and she placed the phone back into her pocket.
“First of all, there is no shame in what I experienced last night.” With one finger in the air, I gave her my best ‘don’t hate’ face.
“Oh my gosh, give me all the details.” She was as giddy as a schoolgirl.
We walked inside and plopped down on the couch together. I sighed and didn’t even quite know where to begin.
“Oh Chey, it was amazing.”
She squealed and we laughed for a second before I continued to give her the play by play of the night. I spared only minor details with my bestie. We had a trust and I knew that my spoken words would go no further than that couch. We had built a bond from a young age that has been tested but never broken. I would fill Becka in on the important details but nothing near what I share with Chey. She is my one. The one I tell it all to. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Judgment free.
“Ahh, angel, I’m so proud of you and glad you finally got laid. I was beginning to worry you might explode if it didn’t happen soon.” She patted my back.
“Yeah, you and me both. But, it was worth the wait.”
We sat in silence for a second soaking in our girl moment.
“Well, I am going to go call mama. It’s been too long. Plus I guess I should let her know about Preston.” Cheyenne snapped her head towards me and I quickly realized what I said. “Eww. No, not about the sex, you perv. Just that I met a boy.”
“Phew, I was wondering when you and your mom’s relationship had moved to that level. I mean you are close and all, but damn, that would be weird.” Cheyenne shook her head in disgust and then laughed. “Anyways, tell your mom I said hi and to please pass a hug along to pops.”
“Will do. I’ll be out here later after I finish this stupid paper. I’m so not in the mood or the least bit prepared to write.”
“Yikes, friend. Good luck. Later!” She hopped up and skipped into her room. I followed suit, well not the skipping part, but made my way into my room and grabbed my phone from my bag.
“Hello?” My mama had the sweetest southern voice and I missed it so much.
“Hey mama.”
“Oh, Sawyer girl! How are you?” She asked.
“I’m good mama, just missing you guys.”
“Us too sweetie. Can’t wait for Thanksgiving.” She was so excited. It was her favorite holiday.
“Yeah, me too. Sorry I haven’t called lately. Been busy with school and stuff.”
“It’s all good.” She paused briefly and then her voice got a little higher. “So who is the boy?”
What?! How does she always know?
I played dumb. “Boy? Why do-.” She was too wise.
“C’mon sugar. I raised you. You think I don’t know when my baby’s got a fish on the hook?” She sure had a way with words. “We have hardly heard from you and when we call, you are out, but conveniently forget to mention who with. You have never not told us if it were Cheyenne.”
She was right and so damn wise. When she called and I was with Preston, I failed to mention his name, but if I was with Chey it was second nature to tell them she was with me. And she would usually get on the phone and talk with them also.
“Well…”
“So…his name is Preston Wright. We go to school together.”
“Ok, and…” She was waiting for the rest of the details. And I obliged. I told her how we met, the dates we go on, and how much fun we have together. My mama gave simple responses and I could tell she was listening intently as I gushed about the new guy in my life.
“Sawyer, he sounds wonderful. Does he have plans for Thanksgiving?”
“Uhh, not sure. Why?” What was this woman plotting?
“Well, we would love to meet. You should invite him to come home with you and have dinner with us for Thanksgiving. It will be fun.”
“I don’t know mama, is it too soon for that? I ask.
“Baby girl, only you can answer that one.”
I thought about it for a moment, but decided it might be a good idea. “I’ll think about it. But, only if daddy promises to not leave the shot gun by the front door. I am not thirteen anymore.” We both laughed. It was true though.
My daddy was very protective of his girls and Austin’s lucky to still be in one piece after the many times my dad’s threatened him with that gun. It still makes me laugh to think about the look on Austin’s face when he picked me up for our first date and my daddy opened the door with the shotgun in one hand like it was no big deal.
My mom finished laughing and agreed with me. “I know honey. I will make sure to tell him. I love you honey. Let me know if he will be joining us or not.”
“I will. Love you too, mama.”
We hung up and I fell back onto my bed and sighed. Did my mama really just invite my new boyfriend to Thanksgiving? Should I even bring it up to him? It could be really fun and I would love for him to meet everyone.
I sprung up from the bed remembering I still had a five page paper to write. I needed to focus and regroup. I would have to think about Thanksgiving later.
Over the next few weeks between class and work, I spent the majority of my time with Preston. We were either alone on dates or out having fun with a group. We loved our cheap date spots but our favorite was the dollar theater. We could go there and watch old movies for less than ten dollars. Our favorite group dates were at the bowling alley. The local alley hosted a college night where everything was lit up with black lights. It was called Quarter-Bonanza and everything was twenty-five cents, beers, games, shoes, hot dogs, everything. It was always a blast. Always a good time.
Halloween was approaching and I still hadn’t mention Thanksgiving to Preston. For Halloween, we decided to attend Penny’s Annual Monster Ball. Preston was lucky to get the night off so we decided we would surprise each other with our costumes. I nearly fell off my barstool when he walked in the front door of my apartment dressed in a bowtie, button up, khaki pants, and boat shoes. His hair was neatly and perfectly in place. It was easy to pick up on his idea to dress as a ‘pretty boy’. He joined me in laughter the minute he recognized that it was me standing there in a blonde wig, over exaggerated boob job, skirt and cowboy boots. Little did I know, my Dolly Pardon costume would take home first place in the ladies contest later that night.
The night was fun. Too much fun. I was having such a good time yet in the back of my mind was feeling sad for Austin. He worked the door that night while we all were having fun. To ice the cake, we saw Alison there and wasn’t alone. She was dressed as a slutty nurse clung to the ar
m of a frat boy dressed in scrubs. My heart ached knowing that Austin was probably feeling hurt. After the kiss we shared, I kept my distance from him. I needed to steer clear from the confusing feelings that were stirred up. It wasn’t fair to Preston. He was good for me and I was having fun growing our relationship.
November came and I knew that I needed to figure out this Thanksgiving trip before mama came up here and slapped me. I just needed to bring it up, not make it a big deal, and just see if he was interested. No big deal, right?
After a dinner at the apartment with the girls, Preston and I decided to head back to his house and stay up late watching movies. We took his truck and it was all I could think about. Just ask.
“So, got any plans for Thanksgiving?” There. It was out in the air.
“Uhh, just the usual. Dinner at my parents with a few family friends. We don’t have extended family nearby so we typically keep it low key with just some friends. Pretty informal, but I like it.” He replied.
“Sounds nice.” And it did. Ours was pretty similar. Nothing fancy.
“Yeah it is. What’s yours like?”
“Much like yours. Immediate family and some friends.” I took in a deep breath and continued. “As a matter of fact, my mama wanted me to ask if you would be interested in coming home with me for Thanksgiving to meet the family.”
He glanced over, but I stared straight ahead not wanting to see his expression.
“To your parents? For Thanksgiving?”
“No, I mean, Yes. But you don’t have to. I’m sure you want to be with your family, I mean it is Thanksgiving. I don’t know what my mama was-” He stopped me before I continued to babble.
“Sawyer. That sounds great. I would love to meet the family that you can’t stop talking about. It’s an awesome idea. I will just let my mom know not to plan for me. She will be totally cool with it. However, now she will want to know when she gets to meet the girl I can’t stop talking about.” He reached over and squeezed my thigh
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