8. Emory
8
EMORY
After discussing it with Vinnie, we decided to go on a Big date first rather than Little, and he chose the local amusement park.
That was a good choice because we could wander around, eat something, go on rides, and leave when we’d had enough.
On Saturday afternoon, there was a sharp rap on my door. He was early, a good sign that he wanted to be with me and prolong our date.
Vinnie was dressed Big, but even so, he was cute. He wore a pink tee, navy shorts, a navy cap, and whiter-than-white sneakers. I guessed he’d washed them in the machine because they weren’t new.
He was carrying a small backpack, and I asked if he had water.
“Check and check.” His broad grin suggested he was so proud of himself
“What about sunscreen?”
Vinnie’s face fell. “I forgot.”
I pulled a roll of sunscreen out of my pack, and his face brightened. He put out both arms, and I rolled the sunscreen up one and down the other. Vinnie giggled, and when I rubbed it in using both hands, his breath hitched. He chewed his bottom lip as I massaged the cream in.
“Now your face.”
Vinnie removed his cap and closed his eyes as I rolled the sunscreen over his brow, cheeks, chin, and nose. Facing him and with my hands on his cheeks, I stroked his skin.
Vinnie must have just brushed his teeth because his breath was minty fresh. The heat was rising inside me, my cock was stiff, and I struggled to breathe normally. If he hadn’t been so excited about the amusement park, I would have suggested we stay home. But I refused to disappoint him. I’d made a promise
When the sunscreen had been absorbed, I reluctantly removed my hands from him, and his eyes snapped open. His eyes locked on mine, and as he replaced the cap, his fingers trembled. The cap was lopsided, and I adjusted it. We were so close, we could have kissed, but I didn’t want to derail our plans. Besides, the date was a getting-to-know-you outing. A kiss would have disrupted that and we might have tumbled into bed, knowing little about one another.
It wouldn’t have been a first for me, but I refused to jeopardize our relationship.
“Ready?” I bopped his nose with one finger.
“Yes.” He bounced on the balls of his feet, and I grabbed my keys and backpack.
As I drove to the park, Vinnie babbled about how long it’d been since he’d visited and which rides he wanted to go on.
“And a corn dog.” He licked his lips and strained against the seatbelt in an attempt to see the Ferris wheel.
It’d been a while since it rained, and as we wandered around the park, we and the other visitors kicked up dust.
“Bumper cars.” Vinnie’s eyes lit up, and he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward them.
“Same car or individual ones?”
He hesitated, and I wondered if he was thinking I wanted us to be together.
I rubbed my hands. “I can’t wait to smash into you.”
Vinnie squeed. “Pfft. I have skills.”
I paid, and we each got in a car. Vinnie wasn’t wrong, he was skilled, and we both had wins and losses, with each of us bumping into the other’s car and sending it careening into the perimeter and spinning.
Each bump was accompanied by cries of victory from one of us, groans and yells of despair from the other.
“That was so much fun. Thank you.” Vinnie hugged me before spying a woman making corn dogs.
We ate as we continued walking, and I dabbed at his mouth, ringed in ketchup. His pink shirt was flecked with red spots, but that was what laundry detergent and washing machines were for.
“Ferris wheel?” He was already lining up, and because it wasn’t too busy, we managed to get a pod to ourselves. When we rose into the air, he held his tummy, and as we got higher, I pointed out our building.
But there was a screeching of metal and groans, as though the mechanism of the giant beast was fed up and exhausted. The Ferris wheel jerked to a halt, and our pod swung back and forth.
Vinnie squealed and sidled up to me, his thigh resting on mine. “Daddy, I’m scared.” He’d slipped into Little mode, and I put an arm around him.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll get it moving soon.”
I was tempted to give him my teat to ease his fear, but that would have created a precedent; every time he was scared, he would expect to suckle, and that wasn’t realistic. Or sensible. I wouldn’t always be there when things didn’t go his way, at the office, for example.
I attempted to distract him by pointing out some of the city landmarks, and we spoke of the ice creams we would get when we reached the ground.
“I love sprinkles.” Vinnie was gripping my thigh and digging his nails into my flesh.
“Me too. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
“Chocolate.”
“Mine’s vanilla.”
We batted questions and answers back and forth: favorite colors, foods, TV programs, and movies.
Another grinding and we were moving again, but Vinnie closed his eyes and buried his head against my chest. I helped him out of the pod once we got down to earth, and he thanked me for looking after him.
“That’s what I do.” Not for others. I was kind to strangers, friends, and neighbors, but if I was to become Vinnie’s Daddy, it was my job to look after him.
“Ice cream time.”
“Ohhh, can I have a pretzel too?” He danced around me, singing that he liked having his feet in the ground.
I would have refused because a corn dog and ice cream followed by a pretzel might make him sick, but I agreed because of what had happened.
“You sure you won’t get a pain in your tummy?”
“Never.”
Armed with ice cream and pretzels, we headed toward the parking lot. The incident on the Ferris wheel had soured Vinnie on any more rides today.
He sat in the passenger seat taking alternate licks of his ice cream and bites of the pretzel. The ice cream was melting faster than he could eat it, and it dribbled down his arms and dripped onto the seat, while salt from the pretzel sparkled on his lips.
“This is so good. Pretzels and ice cream should always be eaten together, especially with sprinkles and salt.
“Maybe you can start a trend.”
“Thank you for today.” He got out of the car, wiping his hands on his shirt.
I cleared my throat and jerked my head at the car seat.
“Oh, I should clean it.”
“We’ll both do it.”
After wiping up the mess, we strolled up the stairs. I didn’t want the day to end. It hadn’t gone entirely to plan, but we’d gotten through it together.
“I had a great time.” He lunged at me, grabbing me with his sticky fingers and hugging me tight.
“Me too.” I wrapped my arms around him. Putting a finger under his chin, I said, “I’d like to kiss you.”