There was no fear, no hesitancy in his voice; he didn’t seem to care what they owned or could afford to give. He was just enjoying embarrassing conversations about things that I don’t even remember doing. But it was then, as I watched him, that it hit me in the gut that the people in this room had spent my entire life looking out for my best interest.
Both grandmas had held tea parties together with me in the back garden every third Sunday without fail. I attended my first Broadway play with both sets of grandparents in tow at the age of three or four. It was the Nutcracker. I know, because we’ve gone every year since.
On every family vacation, we spend at least one full day focusing entirely on me. Mom doesn’t go shopping unless she buys me something; even if she knows I might never wear it, it’s never happened.
Dad taught me how to tie my laces and make funny sounds when I read. He rolled around with me in the grass, and mom has a video of him crying after he put my first swing set together. He’d been so proud that he’d done it himself without any professional help. I’ve seen that video a thousand times, so much that it had stopped meaning anything to me.
I’d become cynical, but why? Why hadn’t I ever seen it before? Now that I think back on it, mom only ever forbids me something after I’d complained about that thing in some way. She’d let me try things, things that I swore over the years she never did, but now for whatever reason, the memories came flooding back.
Me throwing a tantrum because I no longer wanted to do something after pleading and begging and being allowed to have it. Mom standing firm because her little girl had told her how much she hated that thing, or how much it had hurt, or what have you.
Cody didn’t even look at me when he reached back and took my hand in his before sitting back on the loveseat that we shared so that our bodies were touching from shoulder to knee.
How did he know? I was close to tears and had no idea where this swell of emotion came from; it was just there. When they asked Cody about his team prospects and where he’d prefer to be drafted, did he need them to do anything?
I didn’t see it as them being interfering the way I normally would have. Instead, I saw four older people, my grandparents, who have loved me to bits since before I left the womb, wanting so much to do everything they could for me.
The shame I felt at the onslaught of revelations had me biting into the soft flesh of the inside of my lip and squeezing the life out of Cody’s hand. He excused himself to the restroom, and his phone rang as soon as he returned, leading me to think he’d called someone. From his conversation, it was obvious someone was asking him the solution to a math problem.
“That reminds me, Lisa, we haven’t done our homework tonight. We went straight to the President’s office after our last class.” That easily and without any fuss, my family got to their feet and said their goodbyes as they admonished us to get our studying done. It was amazing; there were no guilt trips, no dragging of feet. Just bye, we’ll see you tomorrow before we leave. Marvelous.
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You were tensing up, so I had Chad call me with that bogus story.” I jumped his bones right there in the little kitchen off the door because that was just ingenious.
CODY
“Let’s take this into the bedroom, shall we?” I could get used to this, whatever was going on in her head. Not only was she wildly energetic, but she was open and loose, ready for anything. I could tell by her body language that there was something new going on inside of her. A little bit more of that shyness gone.
She didn’t help when I lifted her from the floor, wrapping her legs around my waist to carry her safely into the bedroom down the hall. Or when I slipped into her halfway there, putting her back against the wall as I drilled into her. That’s not entirely true; she did do something; she came with every three strokes; it felt like her wet heat clenching and relaxing around my cock as I pounded into her one minute and glided gently the next.
Our bodies clung together in places, while the only sound in the room was the slapping of our hips as they came together violently in a blur of speed and need that clawed at my gut and made me go blind for a second or two. It was so intense. And when I bit into her neck just as I felt her tense to cum, I felt my cock lurch. Way too soon!