“Okay, Mom. Happy Fourth of July.”
“You too, hon. And Brittany–”
“Yes, Mom?”
“I miss you, sweetie. And I’m gonna be in L.A. in a couple weeks while I figure some things out for my next step in life, and I’d love for all three of us to get together. Oh, and you can bring that boyfriend from your Facebook pictures with you, too.”
I guess my mom has been cyber-stalking me.
But I have bigger questions to deal with.
“Wait… then who would be the third?” I ask. “Dad?”
“Yes, of course. I mean, we are technically still married. And I just feel like it’s time for all of us to really get to know each other now that we’ve gotten to do our own thing for a while,” she says.
“Yeah, well… it wasn’t as much of a choice for some of us as it was for you, Mom.”
I then take a breath and remind myself that scolding her won’t make things any better.
So, I relax my shoulders and say, “Actually, you’re right. I think it’s a lovely idea. I’ll Facetime you tomorrow.”
“Awesome! Love you, sweetie!”
“You too, Mom.”
I look up at Sarah and Simon, mouth agape.
“Two in one day?” I say, stamping my wet feet against the slate ground in the cabana.
“This is crazy!” I tell them as I walk toward the house.
“Where are you going?” Simon asks.
“Yeah, last time you did this in a high-emotions moment, we couldn’t find you for several hours!” Sarah chips in, sounding worried.
“I’m going to check the Weather Channel to see if Hell froze over!” I call back to them as I go inside.
But really… I just need a minute to myself to process and unpack all of this stuff from both my parents.
* * *
I return to the pool about 30 minutes later. I feel like a dick for leaving the fun for so long, but... what a day!
And in truth, it’s all good news. There’s nothing that happened that I should have any reason to be upset about.
But when everything has gone so horribly wrong in your life for so very long, it can be very difficult to accept even good things in small doses, let alone this many huge things at once.
“Where’d Sarah and Tony go?” I ask when I get downstairs.
“Oh, they’re still here. They just went to the guest room to fuck, I think.”
I shake my and close my eyes,
“Jesus. Can’t they do that at Tony’s place?”
“Oh, apparently Sarah won’t go there because of the odor,” Simon tells me. “But it’s cool. They’ll be back down when they’re done.”
“Well, when he’s done,” I say. “At least that’s based on what I’ve been told by Sarah.”
“Damn, that’s disappointing.”
“Yeah,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Thank God I don’t have to worry about that.”
I kiss his chest right in the center, then run my lips and tongue over toward his left nipple.
“We could be fucking too, you know.”
He runs his hand down from my neck to my mid-back, and then a moment later, he moves it back up and I feel my bikini top hit the stone ground.
“I was thinking the same exact thing,” he tells me with a coy smile. “But let’s do it in the hot tub.”
“Yes, good idea,” I agree. “But we kind of have to be quick. Because who knows when Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle Double-D’s will be done playing Leapfrog.”
“Let’s get on it then,” Simon says to me, as he drops his swim trunks and follows me to the hot tub.
I get behind him so I can massage his shoulders, which he loves having done when he’s in the hot tub, almost as much as he loves me sucking his cock underwater. Apparently, there’s a very different feeling than there is when it’s done on land.
I do love sucking his cock. I never thought I’d be one of those girls who enjoyed giving blowjobs, but there’s just something about watching him writhe and make all those grateful sounds that really turns me on.
I circle the head of it many times with my tongue and pull his balls down as I lick the shaft. Once in a while, I even turn my attention between his legs, because we’ve discovered that he likes when I press the area in between his penis and ass.
His cock is so big that it’s no trouble to use both hands and my mouth and just look up at him so that I can watch the pleasure wash over him, and then if I position myself just right over the jet on the step beside us, I can get a little pleasure he doesn’t even know about out of it.
But right now, I’m so attracted to him— everything about him. But especially after getting those messages from my parents in person and on the phone today, I’m grateful to him for bringing that on.