Settling her firmer against me, I relax into the pillow. “No, I wanted to be a cowboy. Followed closely by a desire to be a pro-wrestler on TV. My parents humored me on the cowboy idea with riding lessons. My dad refused to send me away to wrestling camp. I’m sad I missed out on my true calling. "
Her elbow pokes my side. “Seriously?”
“What? Didn’t I just impress you with my mad moves?”
She wiggles her butt into my crotch. “They were rather exciting.”
My hands cup her breasts while I feather a kiss along her jaw. “Very much so.” I pump my hardening cock against her, but don’t take things further.
“It was later that I decided making movies seemed fun. My parents, being the overindulgent ones they are, promptly bought me a camcorder. Thus began my amateur movie making career with such exciting films as our family’s trip to Niagara Falls and the epic saga of our dog destroying the Christmas tree and our hopes and dreams for a peaceful holiday at home crumbling with it.”
“I’d like to see those sometime,” Jade says and then freezes, probably realizing that type of talk is for things outside the scope of a holiday fling.
Rolling, I take her with me until we’re on our backs, then lean over and kiss her. When our lips part, I smile and stare down into her lovely, flushed face. “That interest stayed, and I went on to get my Bachelor of Arts degree in film and media studies. I took some postgraduate classes, moved to LA, bounced around, came across an amazing script with a low budget that did great things, and the rest is history.”
Looking up at me, Jade’s smile fades. “Wow. That’s quite a story. I’ve never had an actual dream. The biggest thing I planned was to graduate high school and move out of my parent’s house and somehow hope happiness and an amazing life would follow.” She sighs and glances away. “Instead, I lived with my parents until I was twenty-one, took a few basic college classes at the local community college, moved into a crappy apartment, and was grateful for a job answering phones at my best friend’s parents’ car dealership.”
When her eyes seek mine out again, her lips are thinned into a weak parody of a smile. “Blah and boring, that’s me.”
“You are anything but that,” I protest, laying down next to her and wrapping her in my arms. “What about yoga?” I ask.
“What about it?”
“Why not make a career out of that? Teach it.”
She shakes her head, her whole body bouncing with the motion. “I’m not that good.”
“So, get good.”
A rude snort is her answer before she laughs. “You make it sound so easy. Get good at it and then teach.”
Propping myself up on an elbow, I say, “Why does it have to be hard? If it’s something that interests you, you need to go for it.”
Jade purses her lips, her eyes narrowed and troubled. Her hand goes to my dick, caressing the growing length. “Just go for it, you say?”
“That’s not quite what I meant…”
She shoves at my shoulders, urging me onto my back while swinging a leg over my hips to straddle me. The rest of that thought is lost to her kiss.