Chapter 6 #2
When we got to my cabin last night, I took a leap that was very unlike me and invited him in for a glass of wine, pretending that was all that would happen.
Of course, my mad scramble to make sure my legs were presentable on the off chance that he might like to see me naked told the truth of the matter - I clearly wanted more to happen than just friendly conversation over a glass of wine.
When he mentioned that he was much younger than me, I felt my heart drop. What would a man almost ten years my junior see in me?
But then we were kissing and touching. For some reason, an old movie scene played in my head. Even though I wasn’t really one to take advice from two morons named Wayne and Garth, I rolled with it.
“Live in the now” became my new motto, at least for this weekend.
Well, at least it was last night - first when we were on the couch and then later when I woke up and found him beside me and decided to extend that motto for another round and woke him up in a way that he really appreciated.
After that round, we ended up under the covers instead of lying across the bed and fell asleep again.
“Hold on, let me wake her up. Give me just a sec,” Chewie said, his voice getting louder as he got closer to the bedroom door.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached up to brush my hair away from my face before he said, “Hey, babe. Your phone was ringing, so I picked it up, hoping it wouldn’t wake you.
It’s your friend Lynn, and she wants to talk to you. ”
“Thanks.” I tried to make sure the sheet covered my breasts as I propped myself up to reach for the phone, but the second I had it in my hand, Chewie tugged the sheet down with a grin. I batted his hand away in mock outrage as I greeted my friend. “Hey, Lynn. Are you ready to . . . ?”
“I would ask if you’d looked out a window lately, but from the sound of that sexy voice that answered the phone, I’m going to assume that you’ve been in Orgasmatown and have forgotten that Montana even exists on a map.”
“Good morning to you too.”
“The responsible adult in me knows that I should talk to you about mundane things like the weather and travel delays, but you know that bitch never wins out in the end. Who is that?”
“His name is Chewie.”
I realized that Kaylee was also on the call when she asked, “Chewie? The man’s name is Chewie?”
Lynn gasped before she said, “Please tell me he’s got a lightsaber that’s big enough to see from the Death Star.”
Chewie snorted with laughter, and I shook my head because I realized he could hear every word they were saying. My friends completely forgot about volume control when they were excited, and they were screaming in my ear right now.
“Did he make Chewbacca noises when he came?” Kaylee asked.
“Please tell me the guy manscapes. Can you imagine the hairball you would get if he didn’t?” Lynn asked.
“I’m serious!” Kaylee insisted. “Did he make the . . . ?”
Chewie threw his head back and did a perfect imitation of Chewbacca from Star Wars, and the girls went wild as I giggled uncontrollably.
As I wiped tears of laughter away, I asked, “Why are you calling me at . . . What time is it?”
“Did he ask you to role play as Princess Leia?” Kaylee asked.
Lynn howled with laughter before she asked, “Oh, shit! She found Bigfoot!”
“She’s more likely to find Bigfoot in Oregon than Montana,” Kaylee reminded our friend.
“He’s from Oregon,” I explained.
“And you found him in Montana?” Lynn asked. “I don’t doubt that. According to lore, Bigfoot can travel . . .”
“Focus! You’re missing the point here, Lynn. Our friend fucked Bigfoot!”
Lynn cackled before she said, “You’ve gotta put that on a T-shirt!”
“Girls! I’m not the one who needs to focus! Why are you calling me right now? Shouldn’t you be getting strip-searched by a bored TSA employee?”
“Get out of your sex bubble, Princess Leia, and look out the fucking window,” Lynn ordered.
I glanced at the window before I looked back at Chewie and asked, “Did it snow a lot?”
He nodded and put his hand a few inches higher than the edge of the bed before he said, “Little bit.”
“No shit? We’re snowed in?”
“Good for you, considering you’ve got plenty of entertainment and don’t have to worry about joining the Donner Party since you’re in a cabin with a wild forest dweller who can probably catch fish with his bare hands,” Lynn said in exasperation.
“Bad for us because we’re stuck at home since the airport in Kalispell is currently shut down. ”
“Well, shit,” I muttered.
“Seriously, though, do you have enough food to get by, or are we going to be seeing your horror story of survival and drama on the news in a few days?”
“Are they always this over-the-top?” Chewie asked.
I shrugged before I said, “We’re writers who overthink everything. Of course they’re going to go with the theory that you’re Bigfoot and we’re going to have to eat the neighbors to survive the snowpocalypse.”
“Do you have neighbors available, or are you going to have to figure out how to overpower him so you can cook him up for protein?” Lynn asked.
“I’ve got some protein for ya,” Chewie teased.
I rolled my eyes but was still smiling when I said, “We’ll be fine. There’s a resort here, and Juni lives within walking distance.”
“She’s the one with Homestead Biker, right?” Lynn asked.
“Yes, that’s her.” Chewie was laughing again, and I knew that description would get back to Sugar the next time they spoke. “They stockpile food for this exact scenario.”
“At least you won’t go hungry,” Kaylee muttered.
“I’m glad you have a source for sustenance because if you’re doing what I think you should be doing, you’re going to need your strength,” Lynn said.
Kaylee added, “Don’t forget to stay hydrated.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“And send us a picture!” Lynn ordered.
“Hold on! There’s a huge gap in the storyline,” Kayle said hurriedly. “If he’s from Oregon and you’re from Oregon, how did you meet in Montana?”
“That’s such a great song,” Lynn said, getting sidetracked as usual. “Who sang that?”
“Marie Osmond and Dan Seals,” Chewie said loud enough for Lynn to hear.
“That’s right!” Lynn cheered.
“God, it’s like herding cats! Explain!” Kaylee ordered.
“He’s Bookstore Biker,” I said simply.
“No shit?” Kaylee and Lynn yelled at the same time.
“How did you find him?” Kaylee asked.
Lynn’s suspicious nature overshadowed her excitement, and her voice was serious when she asked, “Did he follow you to Montana?”
I explained Chewie’s connection to Juni and how she’d recognized him from the photo in my office, and then the girls were off to the races with ideas that were much more suited to storylines than real life.
As Lynn and Kaylee got lost in a conversation about plot ideas and how I could use this experience in my writing, Chewie lifted the covers and pushed me to my back before he crawled back into bed and laid his naked body on top of mine.
He was kissing my neck as my legs wrapped around his waist, and I heard a thump when my phone hit the rug.
I wasn’t sure my friends had heard the noise or even noticed I wasn’t on the line anymore. As Chewie’s lips found my nipple, I didn’t really care.