Chapter Forty-Six
Chloe
We get back from shopping and I’m exhausted. We went into every store in the mall. You name it; we went in and tried things on. I felt like I was in a marathon with Ava and Madison. I really want a nap, but with Jayson and Connor playing a war game on their X-Box, now Madison and I have time to get ready together and when I say get ready, I mean code for grilling my best friend. She comes into Jayson’s room to get her clothes and before I get them, I tell her to sit on the bed and talk to me.
Not trying to be smooth at all, I immediately start in with the inquisition. “So what is going on with you and Connor? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you both, but the last I heard before I went to Galveston was y’all going on about how you never wanted a relationship. What changed?”
Madison laughs and says, “Take a breath, Chloe. It’s a long story and we don’t have that long before they get up here.”
My usually extroverted friend looked down and shyly said, “You know I’ve always liked him. I remember the first time I saw him, he was just so fucking sexy and all I could think of was being with him. Do you remember the day we all went to Chipotle’s?” I nod my head yes and she blushes. You and Jayson went back to school, but we….didn’t.”
I spun around and asked, “You slept with Connor on the first day we met him?” I know I sound so judgmental, but I had no idea.
“Stop looking at me like I just told you I charge by the hour,” she snaps!
“I’m sorry, really sorry, I didn’t mean that.” I know her sex life is a sore subject with her.
“So…,” I try to prompt her. She looks at me for a moment like she is trying to make decision. “Ok, I will tell you that it was the best sexual experience of my life and it just continues to get better.”
“And why is that…what makes this guy so special,” I ask?
With an even deeper blush, she says, “All I’m going to say is that we like the same things. I need a dominant man in the bedroom and that’s what he is. I don’t want to say anything more because this isn’t something I want joked or laughed about.” She smiles at me and says, “I think I love him.” I give her a hug and say, “Then that is all that matters…I just want the two of you to be happy.”
She hugs me back and says, “Ok, let’s get ready! Did you bring the outfit I told you about?”
“Yes, I did…you are going to give Connor a heart attack in that outfit.”
She laughs and says, “That’s what I’m going for…well, not a heart attack, but a drastic reaction.”
Looking at the schoolgirl skirt, white button down shirt that ties up, and red Fuck Me heels, I think a drastic reaction will be the least of what he does to her.
Looking over at my other bag, she says, “What did you bring to wear?”
I pulled out a pair of black low rise skinny jeans, a silver sparkly tank top, and some black strappy heels.
“Oh, you are going to look hot! You need to wear your hair down…do you want me to curl it,” she asks?
I tell her no, that I’ve got it and she says, “Be sure to do a smoky eye with that outfit.” I groan and she says, “I expect to see some makeup on that face!” Rolling my eyes, I say, “Yes, mother!” When she goes to leave, I ask, “How are you wearing your hair?” She looks in the mirror and says, “I’m not sure yet…I will have to see how the mood strikes me after I’m dressed.”
It feels so good to be laughing with my best friend and getting ready to go out with my hot boyfriend, it’s so completely normal; I never would have dreamed it in a million years.
While we are laughing, he comes in, and seeing Madison’s outfit, he says, “Are you trying to kill my brother?”
She says, “Only in a good way!”
Jayson winks and says, “You’re off to a good start!”
Sitting down on the bed, Jayson says, “We want to see what y’all wanted for supper. Do you want to go out and eat or order a pizza and eat it here?”
Both Madison and I opt for the pizza, but with stern instructions to Jayson: no onions, olives, or anchovies. Telling me that she is going to lie down for a while, Madison leaves along with Jayson as he goes to give Connor the news for dinner. Deciding that I still have time to take a long soak in the tub, I get my water going and I wonder if I might be obsessed with baths!
Lying in the tub with my head on the bath pillow, I drift in and out of a light sleep. I hear the door open, but I’m too lazy to open my eyes. I feel a hand sliding up and down my leg.
Without opening my eyes, I say, “I really hope this is Jayson or you’re going to be in a lot of trouble.”
He laughs and says, “You know it’s me…if anybody else touches you, they’re going to get their ass kicked!”
I roll my eyes and say, “Since you are in here, you can make yourself useful. I need to shave my legs and since I’m relaxing, you can do it for me.”
He continues stroking my leg and says, “Of course, I will help you; I like any excuse to touch you, but didn’t you get waxed recently?
“I get some things waxed…my legs, no…there is too much surface area, and it hurts too much. Instead, I just exfoliate with this scrubby type stuff, then I use a mixture I create to shave that makes my legs really smooth.”
He looks at me in surprise and says, “You really do all of that?”
I grin at the look on his face and say, “It takes a lot to manage a woman’s body.”
Handing him a squeeze bottle, I say, “Here, I’ve already made up the mixture.”
He lays a towel on the edge of the tub along with my shaving mixture and razor. As I stand in front of him, he strokes his finger up and down my pubic bone. “You’re so soft here.” I think to myself, I should be after the pussy slayer from my last wax job, but I don’t say anything. Instead, I stand there trying not to let my knees buckle as he places several open mouth kisses all over my lower stomach and pubic area.
I say in a strangled voice, “Jayson, my legs…please.”
With one last kiss right on my clit that makes me want to melt into the water, he reaches for my shaving mixture and razor. I can see he is affected too, because the front of his jeans is straining, but I know we don’t have time to start anything.
As he pours water on my legs with the cup from the side of the tub, he asks, “Do you shave your whole leg or just your calves?” Still affected from before, I whisper, “my whole leg.”
He starts the process with the first leg and he says, “I hope you’re wearing a skirt so I can have easy access tonight.”
“Easy access…what do you mean,” I ask?
He gives me a heated look and says, “If I want to run my hands up your gorgeous legs at the bar tonight, I need you to wear a skirt.”
My heart goes into overdrive at the thought of him touching me in public; I don’t know if he is kidding or not, but I wouldn’t mind finding out. I think of the skinny jeans I brought with me, but keep it to myself. Maybe Ava will have something I can wear.
By the time he’s done, I’m pretty much a trembling mess and from the look in his eyes, he knows it. And the obvious hard-on tells me he is in the same shape. After I finish bathing, I tell him the bathroom is all his for now; I need to go find his mother. I hear the shower start as I move into his bedroom and I dig around in his dresser drawers until I find some cut-off sweats and a t-shirt.
Making my way down to the kitchen, I find Ava and pull her off to the side. “I need to ask you a favor.”
She smiles and says, “Anything, honey.”
I instantly feel guilty because I’m about to ask to borrow a skirt so her son can feel me up in a public place! “I, uh, I was wondering if you had a black skirt I can borrow or something I can wear with a silver tank top and black heels?”
She says, “I’m sure I have something…did you forget part of your outfit?” My face turns so red I can feel the blush crawling down my cheeks, neck, and chest.
I squeeze my eyes shut and say, “No, Jayson wants me to wear a skirt.” I hear her laughing so I open up my eyes and she says with her eye twinkling,
“I bet he does. Come on, let’s go see what we can find for my depraved son’s pleasure!” I am so mortified…I mean, there’s openness, but she just took it to a whole new level! Still, I would take her openness over any day of the week than to be subjected to my egg donor’s behavior.
We walk into her closet, which I still think of as the Holy Grail of Clothes. She starts looking through her section of black skirts and finds one that is made of a pretty, but slinky black material. It goes to the knees and seems very demure. I don’t want to say no, but it’s not what I’m looking for. She holds it up and then I see the slits on both sides…so, ok, it is exactly what I’m looking for!
She smiles and me and says, “I know my sons well; they are the mirror image of their father.” Well, holy crap! I’m not sure I wanted that picture of Mr. Reece in my head.
Taking the skirt, I give her a hug and thank her. She grins at me and says, “Don’t get him too worked up; we don’t need any more grand-babies coming along.”
I look at her with a confused expression and she says, “You know, the boys are so young, I just mean it’s best if they wait.” She starts looking through the bottles on her vanity and says, “Here, take this, the lotion smells great and it’s really sparkly. You will love it.” She hands it to me and practically pushes me out of her room saying, “You need to finish getting ready, honey.”
Going back up the stairs, I think about what Ava said. Is she worried that Jayson is going to get me pregnant and be stuck with a child before he finishes medical school? It scares me because nothing is foolproof. I wonder what he would say if I asked him to start using condoms. I really don’t want him to. There is nothing more wonderful than feeling him with nothing in between us. Why in the world don’t they have male birth control shots?
I find my way back to Jayson’s room and he is in his closet. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him and I wonder if I am extremely shallow. Of course, I appreciate Jayson for all of his wonderful qualities, but Jesus, like Madison said last night, “Just look at him!” He’s standing there in a pair of jeans reaching up to the top shelf for a pair of boots. I watch the muscles in his back ripple, which makes me think of how much I love those dimples at the base of his spine; and I think, yep, I’m either really shallow or a nympho; I don’t know which is worse.
Of course, he has to turn around and smile at me. I smile back weakly at him and immediately he’s right there asking what is bothering me. I relay the conversation between his mom and me about grand-babies. He just laughs and says that she has been preaching to both he and Connor since they were 14 to wrap it up if they were going to have sex. My eyes bug out: 14!!
He sees my reaction and says, “Well, I didn’t use them at 14; not sure about Connor, but she has always preached safe sex to us.”
I decide this is the perfect time to talk to him about birth control. “So what about us?” I ask.
He looks worried and says, “I thought you get a Depo Provera shot.”
“Yes, I do.” I say. “But, what if it isn’t completely foolproof? Then what? Do you really want children before you finish medical school, internships, and your residency?”
He sits on the bed and pats the seat next to him. “What brought all this on? The conversation with my mom? If it were to happen, yes, I would be scared, but I would also be happy. At the same time, I have to consider your future as well. You still have to do your Master’s program to become a Master Social Worker. So, if you don’t want children anytime in the near future or even a while from now, maybe we should take better precautions.”
Surprised he offered, I ask, “Do you mean using condoms as well?” He sighs and says, “Yes. Even though I don’t want to, which I know makes me an asshole. I would do it for you.”
See this is why I love him; I feel better now, I’m not just a shallow nympho. I love him for all of his great qualities.
Though it might smart, the thought of using condoms is not appealing to me at all.
“I don’t know,” I say. “We don’t have to decide tonight.”
He gives me a kiss on the top of my head and says, “No, we don’t, but you do need to finish getting ready; it’s getting late.”
Thinking about what all we discussed, I grabbed my clothes, shoes, and my bag with everything I need to get ready and head for the bathroom. Dropping my shorts and t-shirt, I put my silver and purple Hanky Panky bra and panties on…and, yes, that is a designer name! It makes me laugh about the hanky panky comment from this morning. In addition to being a purse and shoe whore, I am also a lingerie slut. Oh well, I like it; it makes me feel sexy and Jayson’s eyes will pop out of his head when he sees it.
I decide to do my hair down in barrel curls. But first, I need to get my clothes on or I will mess up my hair later. Remembering Ava’s sparkle lotion, I rub it everywhere that will be on display tonight and even some that won’t be. She’s right; it’s sparkly and it does smell great. Next, I pull the tank top over my head and it looks good with my HP bra. Somebody’s going to be looking at the ladies tonight! Then I try pulling her skirt up my legs. What the hell? I know she isn’t that much smaller than I am! I finally get the skirt pulled up and it’s tight around the hips and ass before it gets looser. I turn around and look at my back image. Shit, you can see my panty line!
I open the door just a tiny bit and ask, “Jayson, can you go and get your mom for me?
” He says ok and the next thing I hear is a knock on the bathroom door.
Ava says, “Honey, it’s me. Open up.”
I open the door just enough for her to come into the bathroom and I say, “Look!”
She looks me over and says, “Ok, what’s wrong?”
Turning around, I say, “For one, you can see my panty lines and two, look how tight it is in the hips!”
She rolls her eyes and says, “Good grief, Chloe, I thought something bad happened. Take off your panties and the skirt is made to be tight in the hips and ass…you just need to loosen up, have fun, and go out and shake your moneymaker!” My moneymaker? “Anything else,” she asks?
I grin and shake my head no. “I’d be afraid if there was!”
She is a hugger like her son, so she hugs me and says, “I want you to go out there tonight and have fun; forget about things that have happened in the past, and just concentrate on having a great time with my son…just not too great.” She winks at me and opens the door saying, “Hurry up, I ordered the pizza y’all wanted.”
Feeling like I’m doing something really bad, I pull up the skirt as far as I can and pull down my panties…I’m praying no one will be able to tell. I’m going to have to be super careful with these splits on each side of the skirt. I finish up my hair, brush my teeth, and do my makeup. I’m not great at the smoky eye stuff Madison talks about, but my makeup is more dramatic than usual, which means I actually have something on more than blush and lip gloss. I put my heels on my feet and instantly decide I’m bringing some ballet flats with me; I’m not going to be in foot hell tonight just to look good.
I open up the bathroom door to see Jayson leaning against the pillows on his bed looking at something on his iPad. I study him for a moment and think I must be the luckiest girl in the world. He has on black jeans, boots, and a light blue button down shirt untucked with the sleeves rolled up. A couple of buttons are left open at the top exposing his throat, which turns up the heat even more. I just want to pour chocolate syrup on him and lick him!
He looks up at me and says, “Fuck!”
“What…what is it,” I ask?
Standing up, he comes over to me and says, “I think we will be having that condom discussion sooner than later.”
I pull him down to me and say, “I think so, too! How the hell do you look so good without hardly doing anything? I’ve been getting ready for hours. Your hair looks like a sexy mess and this mouth is such a turn-on.”
I take my finger and trace his slips; I didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes actually get even greener.
He grabs my hand and pulls both of my arms up placing them around his neck and says, “You’re one to talk. Turn around and let me see the back of that skirt.” I give him a little twirl and he says, “Your ass is enough to turn a gay guy straight, baby!”
I roll my eyes because it’s so not true, but secretly I’m thrilled that he likes the way I look. “So, are you saying you like my bubble butt,” I ask him teasingly?
Turning us toward the bed, he lays down and pulls me on top of him, which hikes my skirt up almost to my vajajay.
When I lean down to kiss him, I say, “Just don’t touch my hair!”
Without answering me, he devours my mouth and I feel his hands on my ass pushing me down onto his dick. I keep telling myself that this has to stop; I don’t have any panties on and I don’t want a big giant wet spot on the front of my maybe future mother-in-law’s skirt! Maybe in just a little bit, we’ll stop.
It suddenly feels like a bucket of ice water has been thrown over me because I hear the sound of a familiar voice very close to me saying, “Mom! They’re about to start fucking again!” Oh no, my bare butt is nearly on display, not to mention my legs. Next, I hear, “Damn, little bit, you look kind of hot!”
I can feel the rumble in Jayson’s chest as he tells him to “get the hell out.” I hide my face in Jayson’s chest, hoping he will take the hint and leave.
When I think he is gone, I scramble off of Jayson, straighten my clothes, and furtively check for any wet spots, then try to leave the room in a dignified fashion.
As I pass the grinning asshat who is waiting outside the door I say, “Nice cock-blocking, Connor!”
The idiot bows to me and says, “You’re welcome.”
I know I shouldn’t call him an asshat; he just brings it out in me. I hear some scuffling, which makes me roll my eyes and grin because they really are like two big children. I hear Jayson say that he and I need our own place and I’m on board with that. It might be too soon, but if we are going to be together this much, it would be a lot easier without people walking in on us.
We all three walk down the stairs and I brush the back of my skirt off just in case I have any fuzzies on me. Big mistake…maybe I should say huge or epic mistake.
Right as we walk into the kitchen, the big lug whispers to me with a sweet smile, “Oh, is your ass still sore? J really should have rubbed something into your skin to make it heal quicker.”
I feel myself turn every color in the rainbow. I can see Jayson didn’t hear him so I flip him off, but I have plans for him, I don’t get mad; I get even. And to think I felt bad for calling him names.
Ava has the pizza served and drinks poured; she is such a real life Martha Stewart. Right about this time, Madison walks in looking like a Britney Spears schoolgirl lookalike. I don’t know if I like it or not. I know she is trying to make a point to Connor, but maybe this isn’t the right one. Hell, who am I to judge. By the look on his face, he seems to be crazy about her look. Especially since he picks her up and practically sucks her lips off of her face.
With a blush on her face, Madison takes a seat at the table with the rest of us. We talk about the songs we like and Jayson and Connor tell us that although it is a karaoke bar, they also have live bands on certain days of the week. After the guys scarfed down most of the pizza, it was time to go. Ava insisted on taking pictures like we were going to prom while we all complained, but secretly I’m pleased; I want a reminder of every memory Jayson and I ever make; well the PG one’s anyway.
Giving Madison and I a hug and each of her sons a kiss, Ava warns them to be sure someone is made the designated driver.
“Do not call me at 2:00 AM to come and get y’all because you’re all falling down drunk.”
I try to shake it off, but it pierces right through my heart. Determined I’m not going to let it show, I concentrate on the surprise that Jayson is going to get at the bar.
I feel someone come up behind me and hug me and I think it’s Jayson, but no, it’s Connor. He gives me a squeeze then walks to his truck to help Madison. Jayson looks like he wants to say something and I just shake my head; I don’t want to talk about it…I don’t want that night to ruin another night again. We get into his truck and before I know it, he is telling me funny stories about his job and stupid stuff he and Connor did as kids. One more reason why I love him; he always knows when to just let me be.
It only takes a short time to get to the bar because it’s late enough in the evening that all of rush hour traffic is long gone. When I open the door of the truck, I hear the music pumping, and I just have a feeling we are going to have an awesome time. Jayson helps me out of the truck, backs me up against it, and starts desecrating my mouth…not that I mind.
“What’s that for,” I ask, when I have to take a breath.
He smiles his beautiful smile at me and says, “Just reminding you that you’re mine, baby.” I give his waist a squeeze and mumble into his chest, “You don’t ever have to worry about that; that will never change.”