Three Little Words

Her golden hair formed a halo on the pillow as she smiled up at me. I let my eyes roam lower, to her small breasts and brown nipples. Then I felt a surge of mischievous energy. I looked down at my limp manhood.

“What’s that?” I said to it. “You want her to kiss you again?”

“He’s a very affectionate penis,” she said.

“You’ll have to go easy on him,” I said. “He’s had a long night.”

“I promise. I’ll take especially good care of him.”

“Well, just this once,” I said. Then I turned out the light and slid into bed beside her.

Her skin was soft and warm as she molded her body to mine. She rested her head on my chest and reached for my manhood. I stroked her back and felt myself drifting to sleep in spite of my desire.

She slowly pushed the covers down and kissed the exposed skin until I felt her soft lips on my dick. She cupped my balls and began sucking, without the teasing and play from earlier. She was tired too, I could tell, but she was also enjoying herself. So was I, for that matter, even as exhausted as I was.

What could I say? We were in love.

Chapter 14

Christy made it to her flight on time, but it was a close thing. We had to run to the gate and arrived breathless. I sent her down the jetway with a kiss, a pat on the bottom, and a promise to see her in two days. Then I stuck around until the plane pushed back and taxied away.

I drove home in a happy mood and thought about the past few days.

Christy had come a long way just since Gunny’s funeral. She wasn’t ready to learn about the rest of my lifestyle, but I had a lot more confidence than just a couple of weeks before. Even better, she wasn’t nearly as uptight or guilt-ridden as I’d feared. So Wren had been right all along, although I’d never have told her that.

Back at home I asked my mom if we had any cardboard moving boxes.

She told me where to find them and asked what I was up to. I said I’d been thinking about giving my bedroom to Erin, since it was larger than hers and had a walk-in closet. Besides, I hadn’t really used it for almost two years.

Even when Trip and I had been working in Atlanta over the summer, the room was simply a place to sleep. In spite of all that, I hadn’t made the final decision until I’d realized that the house with Christy, Trip, and Wren felt more like home.

So I spent the afternoon packing away the last of my childhood things and all the knickknacks I didn’t want to throw away but didn’t want to take to Knoxville either. When I finished, I had a stack of boxes and three garbage bags full of things that weren’t worth keeping, even as mementos.

Mom and Erin were out doing some last-minute Christmas shopping, so I hauled the bags out to the trash cans. Then I took the boxes and stored them

in the attic, along with all the other things my family had kept over the years and through all the moves.

Seeing our things made me think of Christy and putting down roots. We were already talking like marriage was a foregone conclusion. I should have been worried, but for some reason I wasn’t. We were compatible in most ways, and becoming more so every day. Still, I had a lot to tell her before I knew for sure.

I woke up disgustingly early on Christmas morning, so I went for a run through what I was starting to think of as “the old neighborhood.” I didn’t have a lot on my mind, but I still ran for almost an hour before I felt the need to head back. In a way, I was saying farewell. Not forever, but to a part of my past.

The house was quiet when I returned, so I took the opportunity to move my clothes and personal things into the guest bedroom. My old room looked sad and empty without my pictures, posters, trophies, and other things, but I wanted to surprise Erin with more than just a promise. Mom came out of her bedroom right as I finished. She stuck her head into my room and looked around.

“So you’re serious,” she said.

“Yep. We’ve crossed the Rubicon. I guess I’m a real grown-up now.”

“Mmm hmm. And I think Erin will be excited.”

“Me too. That’s the biggest reason I’m doing it.”

“Definitely a grown-up thing to say.”

“Thanks. Ready to open presents in a while?”

“Or whenever,” she said.

“Right. Then I think I’ll shower first.”

She nodded. “It’s nice having older children. Especially on Christmas.”

“Oh? Why?”

“You’ll find out.” She grinned and didn’t elaborate. Instead she headed to the kitchen to start the coffee maker for my dad.

We opened presents about an hour later, after everyone had a chance to wake up and get something to eat. My parents gave me the usual assortment of clothes and personal gifts, plus a really nice drafting stool.

“It was Christy’s idea,” Mom said. “She said you’ve been drawing on an old desk and barstool.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You talked to Christy?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“Behind my back?”

“We couldn’t really call it a ‘surprise’ if we talked in front of you, now could we? Close your mouth, dear. You’ll catch flies.”

I closed it.

“Now… have you given Erin her big present?”