The wharf was fun. I’d definitely like to go back at some point. We have a ton of sugary treats for the road and at the moment I’ve taken over the driving duties. Eric’s sitting in the passenger’s seat, playing checkers on my tablet and he keeps losing.
“Put it on an easier setting,” I suggest when he growls in frustration for the sixth time.
“Then I’d feel like I was cheating. Even though I swear to you this fucking thing is cheating,” he grumbles.
“Babe, if you put it on an easier setting you can practice and then move up,” I reason. That’s what I did. I didn’t start out on level six of ten. It took time and practice to get there.
“I’m not going to let this thing beat me,” he says with determination. “I got this.”
“Okay,” I say and and look out my window. The coast is beautiful. We’re headed south toward Monterey. We’ll be spending a night down there at another little inn and spend some time at the beach tomorrow.
I have to restrain a smile when Eric growls again. I get his point but I think he’s setting himself up for more frustration if he keeps it up.
Eric ends up yelling at my tablet that it’s a ‘no good, cheating motherfucker’ before he tosses it in the back seat a lot more gently than I expect.
“I’m quitting for now,” he tells me as if I don’t already know. A minute or so later I feel his hand on my thigh and he asks in his best Joey Tribbiani impression, “How you doin’?”
I smile, put on my best drunk Rachel and answer, “I’m doin’ good, baby. How you doin’?” I love that he watches Friends.
He leans over and slides his hand up my thigh and whispers, “I’m frustrated as fuck, but if you let me get in some playtime with you it should take the edge off.”
I let my thighs part a little more for him and move his hand under my skirt.
“King me, Schmoopy,” I smile at him.
“Just what I wanted to hear,” he says and he tilts his head to kiss my neck at the same time I feel his hand cupping my mound. He drags his middle finger up my lace covered slit, moaning a little. “This will be way more fun for me.”
I gasp and say, “You are a pro at finding my easy button.”
He chuckles softly and his finger finds my clit. Eric starts to nibble on my ear before whispering, “Is this it?” and he starts circling my nub.
“It’s one of them,” I moan and force myself not to shift in my seat like I want to.
“Mmm, looks like I’ll have to do a little more exploration.” He pushes my panties to the side and begins to rub my bare lips. “Feels like you’re getting excited about something,” he purrs.
“Uh huh,” I breathe, and give in to the urge to move so he has better access to me.
“If I remember correctly my girlfriend gave me a kick ass hand job in the car the other day. I only want to return the favor… is this okay with you, Honeysuckle?” His finger dips into my opening and he wiggles it, trying to push inside of me.
I gasp again and say, “Your girlfriend would have swallowed your cock if the highway wasn’t so crowded.”
“Mmm, well if my girlfriend wants to find somewhere to pull over I can devour her pussy. I think she deserves a proper thank you for her thoughtfulness,” he says and pushes all the way into me, allowing his thumb to brush my clit.
My hips move on their own and I end up taking the next exit so I don’t hit someone by accident and get us killed. Eric’s finger pumps in and out slowly while I look for somewhere to park. I end up in the parking lot of what looks like an abandoned warehouse so we’re out of sight from the main road.
“It’s a good thing we have room for detours,” I moan as I put the Jeep in park.
“Mmhmm,” he hums against my neck. I whimper a little when he extracts his finger. He locks eyes with me and sucks his middle finger clean before saying, “Open the car door, Sookie.”
Before I can move Eric jumps out of his side and comes around to mine. I have the door open before he reaches me and Eric grabs my hips to help me turn. He leans down to kiss me while his hands push my legs out to the side. He’s grinding his hips into me, moaning into the kiss.
“Do you want my mouth or my cock?” he pants between kisses. I have a feeling if I choose option one, it will include option two as well.
“Mmm… both. I’m feeling greedy,” I whisper against his lips.
“Then it’s a good thing I want to give my girlfriend anything she wants.”
“It’s a very good thing,” I pant, and squirm in my seat.
Eric is very good at giving me everything I want and then some. I’ve never had to pull over for a quickie before, but I’m not complaining. Eric’s scowl is gone when we get back on the road, which I’m happy about because a grown man pouting is rarely attractive. Instead of the scowl is his ‘I just got laid’ smirk. It’s kinda cute, actually.
I change the radio station because I’ve had enough Metallica for the time being and leave it on classic rock. I can feel Eric staring at me when I start singing along to a David Bowie song.
“What?” I ask as I glance at him.
“Nothing,” he shrugs, but he doesn’t look away.
“Uh huh,” I mumble, but I stop singing. Maybe that’s his problem.
Eventually he stops staring at me, but only because he falls asleep. A good orgasm almost always knocks him out for a few minutes. I change radio stations again and settle on ’90s music.
“Baby, sing some more,” he mumbles and he blindly reaches out to hold my hand since he hasn’t opened his eyes.
“Are you hoping for nightmares?” I snicker. “Mariah here doesn’t need me as a backup singer.”
“Mmm, it’s cute though. Maybe just don’t try the high notes,” he giggles softly.
I snort at his suggestion, but when the next song starts I recognize it immediately and start to sing along quietly for my adorkable, sleepy boyfriend. A smile spreads out on his ridiculously handsome face and I have to force myself not to lean over and kiss him since his seat is reclined a little too far. I sing the next song too and the smile remains on his face.
I think you know you love someone when even their terrible singing voice is something you can appreciate. My thumb rubs over his wrist and I hear him start to snore softly. He’s so stinkin’ cute.
♦ ♦ ♦
“Is the water warmer here?” I ask when we reach the beach.
We checked in at the bed and breakfast but it’s still relatively early so we thought we’d try to make it to the beach for the sunset.
“Yep. The further south we go, the warmer it gets.”
“So it’s good that I put on a bikini before we left the inn,” I smile and walk closer to the water. The beach is mostly empty. There’s just a couple of families at the far end to the right.
“I don’t want to deter you, but it’s not that much warmer here,” he chuckles and starts to spread the blanket out.
It’s just cold water. It’s not going to kill me.
“You don’t think I’ll go in there?” I ask.
“Oh, I know you will,” he says and pulls his shirt off. “And if I chase you I might get to see your boobs bounce.”
“If you chase me I’ll be ahead of you,” I snicker and strip off my dress so I’m left in a white bikini.
Eric licks his lips as his eyes roam over my body. “That’s why I said might. You can just do jumping jacks for me right now if you want to be really sweet to me.”
“There are children present, buddy,” I smirk and start to walk backward toward the ocean.
“That’s a shame,” he says and stalks toward me. He has a hungry look in his eye.
“Yes it is,” I agree and then take off running.
I’m not looking behind me, but I can hear Eric getting closer thanks to his tentacle like limbs.
“Gotcha,” he growls when he snatches me up by my waist. I’m kicking my legs, giggling as he marches toward the water.
“Don’t you dare drop me in the water,” I warn him.
“What happens if I do?” he ask and I can feel the water licking my feet.
“You’ll get a visit from Mistress Sookie later,” I threaten.
“I think you underestimate how sexy Mistress Sookie is,” he growls low in my ear.
“I think you underestimate how sadistic she can get,” I growl back.
He chuckles and sets me down on my feet the water is to our ankles, and its cold, but nothing like San Francisco cold.
“Baby doll, I would never throw you in the ocean,” he tells me and pulls me close to whisper, “At least not the cold ocean. San Diego is a different story altogether.”
“In San Diego you can throw me in,” I tell him, and wiggle my ass against his hips.
“Babe, there are kids around,” he reminds me and does a little rubbing of his own. He’s getting hard.
“You’re right. I’ll stop,” I smirk and take off running again.
I have to adjust myself before I take off after her. I go slower than normal to give her the illusion that she can get away from me. I know she knows better. I’m right when she turns to look back at me. I get a great shot of her tits bouncing.
When I get tired of running I speed up and I tackle her in the sand. I twist on the way down so she lands partially on top of me.
“Gotcha,” I repeat my words from earlier. She’s breathing heavily and I want to kiss her hard, but we’re even closer to the kids now and I don’t want to give them a show.
“Oh shoot. I guess we’ll have to try again,” she smirks, and drops a kiss on my chest.
“I got my boob shot,” I tell her, wiggling my eyebrows. She probably did it on purpose.
“You did?” Sookie gasps dramatically.
“Yep, and it was just as delicious as I expected it to be,” I grin and I rub my hand up and down her back.
She settles her head on my chest and drapes her arm across my ribs.
“It’s pretty here,” she says.
“Indeed it is,” I say without taking my eyes off of my girl.
“I’m really glad we’re doing this.”
“Me too, Baby cakes,” I say softly. I’ve never been on any type of real vacation with a girlfriend unless you count weekend trips to The City or Tahoe.
“If we stay like this you’re going to have weird tan lines on all this pasty skin of yours.”
“Wanna race back to the blanket?” I offer.
“Sure,” she says and sits up.
I sit up with her before standing up all the way. I reach down to help her to her feet and as soon as she’s up she takes off like a bullet. I chuckle and take off after her. If she wants to play dirty and take off before saying go I’m not going to let her win. I’m just sprinting past her when my feet get in the way of each other and I fall face first into the sand. I’m sure legs and arms are all over the place. You’d think with as much as I trip over myself I’d be more graceful by now. I know it was a gorgeous fall when I hear peels of laughter coming from Sookie. All I can do is wave my middle finger at her.
“Maybe I should give you the head start on account of your lack of coordination,” she teases while bending over to check on me. The boobs help.
“I think I bumped my head,” I groan, “Maybe you should rest your boobies on my face to check to see if I’m okay.”
She snorts and says, “The only lump on you I’m worried about is probably trying to tunnel into the sand right now.”
I pout and roll onto my back so she can clearly see my fall killed any kind of wood I may or may not have had when we started the race.
“Help me up?”
“Of course,” she says with her hands out.
I reach up and allow her to help me instead of pulling her down with me. We’re already covered in sand, but I’m ready to get back to the blanket.
“Thanks,” I say and start dusting myself off. “No more running for me today.”
“I promise not to make you chase me.” Sookie kneels down to brush the sand off my legs. “You’ve got a little scrape here, tiger.”
“Maybe you can kiss it for me later,” I smile down at her.
“Wait here.” Sookie pops up and jogs over to the blanket to grab a bottle of water and she digs a tissue out of her bag. When she comes back she pours some of the water on my knee and wipes away the little bit of blood before she leans in to kiss my boo boo.
“You’re going to be a great mother,” I say. Right now, in this moment I can see Sookie with my babies.
“Thanks. I don’t want you to sit around with a bloody knee, although I feel like your mom would want a picture of this,” she smiles and stands up again. “Can you walk okay?”
“Yes,” I chuckle. I didn’t fall that bad. “You can take a selfie with my knee. I’ll let you use my phone so we can text it to her tonight. I’m sure she’d be thrilled to see it.”
“I’m sure she’s used to seeing you with scrapes.”
“It still makes her giggle,” I say as we walk hand-in-hand to the blanket.
“I think after we leave here we should get you some ice cream,” Sookie says.
“Definitely,” I agree wholeheartedly.
We get back to the blanket and I sit down first throwing my legs out and leaning back on my hands. “Come, sit here,” I say and tug her down into my lap.
Sookie parks herself between my legs and leans back against my chest.
“This is much better,” she says.
“This is perfect,” I murmur and kiss the top of her head. I reach over into the bag and grab her camera, handing it to her. “Here, for shots of the sunset.”
“Thanks,” she smiles back at me.
Sookie turns the camera on and takes a few pictures, including one of my scraped knee, before she leans into me to take a picture of the two of us.
“There’s only one thing missing,” I say and kiss her cheek. “I wish we already had our ice cream.”
“Next time we go to the beach we’ll come prepared.”
“Maybe on our way down the coast if we feel a good sunset coming on we can stop, get some sweet treats, and watch it. Even if its at a rest stop and not the beach,” I suggest.
“I’m down with that,” she nods.
We go quiet as I sit up and wrap my arms around her. The sun starts to go down and it’s hands down the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if its the company, or the fact that California has beautiful sunsets, but this is just… perfect.
“I love you, Sookie,” I say quietly just before the sun drops below the horizon.
“I love you too,” she says and kisses my neck.
Once the sun goes down Sookie starts to pack up our things and I shake the sand off of the blanket before folding it up. I take her hand and we make our way back to the car. It’s a short drive to the ice cream shop and we sit outside as we eat, talking about the people that walk by, making up our own stories about them.
“That guy with the argyll sweater has at least ten cats,” I say, and steal a bite of her chocolate ice cream. We decided on banana splits, but we got got different ice cream flavors.
“Oh definitely,” she agrees. “And they’re all named after poets. His favorite is Emily Dickinson.”
“Yep, and…” We both stop before we crack up laughing when we see him move a giant bag of cat food from the cart on the other side of his car into his trunk.
When we sober up I point my spoon at a lady wearing light pink jeans and a floral print halter top.
“What about her? What’s her deal?”
“Mmm… she’s having an affair with her priest,” Sookie says. “They do filthy things in the confessional while he absolves people of their sins.”
“Ooh, you’re good,” I laugh. “I bet she calls him Daddy instead of father. Wait, no, he likes to wear women’s underwear and he makes her spank him while he’s bent over a church pew.”
“While she’s dressed like the Virgin Mary,” Sookie adds.
“Mmhmmm,” I hum around my spoon. “You want to try the almond flavor?”
“Yes please,” she says, and opens her mouth for me to feed her. I add a little cappuccino flavor with the bite as an added surprise. The resulting moan makes my heartbeat speed up.
“I think dessert is my favorite meal to eat with you,” I tell her and lean over to kiss her ice cream covered lips.
“Mmm… mine too,” she murmurs. “Want to try the cinnamon ice cream? It’s really good with a piece of banana.”
“Hit me with it, Pretty girl,” I say and open my mouth.
Sookie loads up her spoon with a generous amount of ice cream and banana, and then feeds it to me.
“Mmm,” I hum. “Thanks, it is delicious,” I tell her as I swallow. It really is amazing.
“It’s like banana bread,” she grins.
“Mom makes amazing banana bread,” I say. “It’s best buttered and toasted, or made into French toast. Depending on your mood.”
“Stop, you’re making me have a foodgasm just thinking about it.”
I chuckle and say, “It wouldn’t be the only gasm I’ve given you today.”
“You got that right.”
“Any time you want another, just let me know.” I love making Sookie feel good.
“After the ice cream we can talk about it,” she winks and takes another bite of her ice cream.
“Do you want to walk around after we eat?” We’re in Carmel and they have a bunch of cute little shops we can check out before we head back to the B&B.
“Sure,” she nods. “You know I’m starting to think you like shopping.”
“I don’t hate it,” I shrug, “And we can look for souvenirs for our families.”
“I want to make a good impression on your parents before I meet them. I know you said they’ll love me, but it can’t hurt,” I say and take some banana and cappuccino before offering more cappuccino to Sookie.
She leans over to take it and after she swallows she says, “You make me happy, treat me like a queen, you don’t have a baby mama or an ex-wife and I’m not supporting you. Trust me, they’ll adore you.”
“Hmm, I guess I do have all that going for me,” I agree. I take my last bite of ice cream and sit back while she works on hers. “It’s not necessarily shopping I like, I like being out and doing things. I like doing those things with you,” I say and reach across the small table to stroke her arm.
She smiles at me and takes one more bite of her ice cream. She sighs and pushes her dish toward me.
“I’m stuffed, so if you want more, help yourself,” she says.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I smile and pick it up to finish her ice cream. “I feel like a cow,” I say with my mouth full.
“Awww but you look like a cute little piggy,” she giggles.
I push my nose up and snort turning Sookie’s giggle into a laugh. I finish her ice cream too and I take the dishes to the trash.
“You ready?” I ask, holding out my hand to her.
“Yes, sir,” Sookie takes my hand and stands up.
We walk along the streets doing some window shopping at first until I see a seashell necklace I need to get for Sookie. I don’t care if she never wears it, it’s a souvenir and the first piece of jewelry I’ve gotten her.
“Want to send postcards to your family?” I ask her while we’re still in the store. It’s a souvenir shop and has tons of different things.
“Ooooh, yeah. My Dad will love it. He’s the most sentimental guy you’ll ever meet,” she says.
I laugh and say, “They say girls are attracted to the kind of guy their dads are.”
I will send one to my mom too, and Alcide just to rub it in his face that while he’s busting his ass doing construction in the heat I’m driving down the coast with a hot chick. Shit, I need to send one it Mrs. Herveaux too.
“You know I never really thought about similarities between you and my dad,” she says while looking at the postcards. “Mostly because he’s really outdoorsy and spends a lot of time out in the woods or going fishing.”
“Clearly we’re like twins separated at birth,” I tease sarcastically.
“Truer words have never been spoken,” she smirks.
We find our postcards and when we buy them we ask the clerk for stamps. As luck would have it they sell stamps here too. We make our purchases and I take Sookie’s hand again. An hour or so later we make it back to my Jeep.
“I’m ready to get the sand out of my ass crack,” I tell her once we’re on the road.
She laughs and says, “Yeah, me too. I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight.”
“You and me both. Is it weird that I don’t even feel like having sex?” We’ve had a long day.
“Nope. I just want a shower and then to crawl into bed and snuggle with you,” she tells me.
“Sounds like an amazing plan.”
We get back to the B&B and do exactly like we planned. We take separate showers, Sookie going first so she can blow dry her hair while I shower. We write on our postcards and leave them on the nightstand ready to send out tomorrow and then we crawl into bed. Sookie’s head lands on my chest and her soft hair tickles me a little, but it feels good. She feels good, right. I don’t know when she falls asleep, but I pass out rubbing her back about ten minutes after we lie down.