It’s Maria’s final dress fitting. I know she’s stressing about whether or not my dress fits. It definitely needs to be let out. Hopefully I don’t balloon out too much in the next two weeks. It’s impossible to say how big I might get between then and now.
“I sincerely hope it’s not 100 degrees outside on your wedding day or I’m going to melt,” I tell Maria. It’s 87 today and I feel like I’m dying every time I step outside.
“I hope not too,” she agrees. “As long as you don’t sweat your makeup off, it’ll be fine though.”
“Ha! I just want it on the record that you’re nuts for picking a July wedding date,” I laugh. Seriously, I don’t know what she was thinking.
“It was the first day the reception hall had available in the season. I wasn’t going to turn it down.” She’s seriously insane.
“You should try going outside in that dress to see if you can handle the heat.” The “reception hall” is an old barn.
“There’s a cooling unit,” she tells me. “And I’m not wearing this outside until I’m walking down the aisle.”
“That’s ballsy of you.” Her dress looks like it weighs a ton.
“It’ll be fine. And we’re all going to look gorgeous under the twinkle lights,” she grins.
“Except the beached whale with her ginormous tits hanging out,” I sigh.
“You don’t look like a beached whale. You look beautiful and glowy.”
“That’s because I didn’t let you see me in my dress.”
“Will you stop bashing yourself? You’re making a baby, Sookie. You don’t look like a damn whale. I would tell you if you did, and you know it,” she snaps.
“Excuse me for having an opinion,” I mutter. I’m going to remember this conversation when she’s twenty weeks pregnant.
“Can you help me unzip this?” She turns her back to me.
I reach out and remove the heavy duty clips from the back of her dress before lowering the zipper. She goes into the changing room to get her street clothes back on.
“I’m going to Lowe’s to look at paint colors. You want to come along or do you have somewhere else to be?” I know she’s has to get the final seating chart to the reception place so they can get the tables set up accordingly but I don’t know if that’s today or next week. I can’t remember the RSVP date.
“I have to work on the seating chart or I would,” she says.
“Okay.” I lean against the wall while I wait for her to come out of the dressing room.
“Should I be sadistic and put Bill and Holly next to each other?” she chuckles.
“Sadistic to who?”
“Can you imagine what they’d talk about? I’m sure Eric would be a nervous mess the whole time, especially if you tell Bill about your night together beforehand.”
“I don’t think nervous is the right word,” I snicker. “But hey, if you want a pissing contest at your wedding, go for it.”
“Men are ridiculous,” she snorts. “Unless that’s a pissing contest between you and Holly…”
“No. That’s unnecessary, as far as I’m concerned.”
“What happens if he gets tired of waiting around?” Maria asks.
“Then it’s not meant to be,” I answer. The dressing room door opens and Maria comes out dressed in her Bermuda shorts and layered tank tops.
“Or you could just figure it out before the wedding and save a bunch of heartache,” she says. “I’m just worried he’s going to move on and then you’ll decide you want the family with him.”
“So just get over myself and go back to him so I don’t ruin your wedding with my drama?” I can read between the lines.
“I’m not worried about any drama,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m worried about you being miserable without Eric when he’s finally had enough.”
“I’ll be fine, Maria. Don’t worry about me,” I sigh. I’m a big girl. I got myself into all this with Eric. It’s obvious what everyone else thinks I should do. Normally I don’t drag my feet on things. I weigh pros and cons, and make a relatively quick decision. I’m not sure why it’s so much harder this time.
“As your best friend I’m entitled to worry about you,” she says.
“Well I don’t know what I’m going to do and I don’t really want to talk about it anymore since everyone else has already decided what I should do.” I get my sunglasses out of my bag along with my car keys.
“Okay,” she sighs. She picks up her things and slips her sunglasses on too. She’s coming back to pick up the dress the day before the wedding.
We walk out of the shop and to our cars. I get in my SUV while she climbs up into Alcide’s big ass truck. I can’t wait for this wedding to be over with.
It only takes twenty minutes to get to the nearest Lowe’s. It’s busy since it’s Saturday. In the paint section I find that there are tons of options. I should have done this with Dad. Ugh. I get my phone out and dial his number. Maybe he has some paint advice he can offer.
“Hello?” he answers.
“Hi, Dad. I’m at Lowe’s looking at paint for the baby’s room,” I tell him.
“Oh, that’s great. What color are you looking at?”
“Something blue, believe it or not. Your granddaughter is going to have a mermaid nursery,” I explain. I pull a sample from the display. “I think I like this Havasu color. I saw online that I can add sparkles to the paint so maybe I’ll do that to make it a little more girly.”
“That would be nice. It would make it look more like mermaids underwater. I have all the paint supplies, rollers and brushes, you might need so don’t worry about getting those,” he says.
“Good to know. Lafayette isn’t moving out until August so I’m not going to start painting yet but I might get some sample paint to test on the walls to see what I like.”
“That’s smart thinking,” he says.
“So… how are you?” I pluck another sample palate from the display. I didn’t realize there were so many shades of blue.
“I good. Same shit, different day,” he chuckles. “How’s my granddaughter treating you is a better question?”
“She’s good. She’s taken to kicking my kidney to wake me up and I’m pretty sure she thinks my spine is a scratching post,” I answer. I find the sparkles that go in the paint and smile. The nursery is going to look so fucking awesome.
“Uh oh, she’s gonna be a big one if you can feel that already,” he laughs. “It’ll be worth it when you get to hold that precious baby for the first time.”
“Oh she’s been two weeks ahead in size since my first appointment. I won’t be surprised if she’s three weeks ahead at my next appointment in a couple of weeks. I’m telling you, she’ll probably be born closer to Halloween than Thanksgiving,” I sigh. I’d like to have a vaginal birth but I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. I can’t imagine pushing a ten pound baby out of me.
“Well… her father is the size of the Jolly Green Giant,” he says. “As long as you’re both healthy when she comes out, that’s all that matters.”
“That’s all I care about too. So do you think I should do the trim in a pearl color?” I ask Dad as I move on.
“If you’re going with sparkles on the walls I think that would look good. You know I’ve never been any good at colors, that was Mom’s department.”
“Yeah, I know,” I smile. “I was thinking about names. Mom was going to name Jason Lorelei if he was a girl, right?”
Now he’s practically a girl anyway thanks to all the shit he’s pumping into himself. His voice freaks me out.
“That’s right. I think you should be talking about names with Eric though, since it’s his daughter too,” Dad says.
“I will. I just wanted to make sure I was thinking of the right name.” I should probably be picking out paint with him too.
“You are. If that’s what you two go with know that Mom would be so proud,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I think as long as I didn’t go with Corbetta she’d be happy,” I chuckle. That’s what Dad wanted to name me.
Sookie is bad enough.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Corbetta is a beautiful name,” he huffs.
“You’re cute, Daddy,” I tell him. “And you’re going to look so handsome in your suit at Maria’s wedding.” Dad hates dressing up. He already has permission to wear his favorite old jeans and those boat shoes he loves so much to my wedding.
“She’s lucky I like her or I’d be sitting on the couch in my underwear,” he snorts.
“You could just turn the air conditioning on,” I laugh. Dad hates hot weather too, but he hates turning on the air conditioning more. It was the source of many dirty looks when Mom was still with us since she wasn’t about to suffer through the heat.
“I’m perfectly fine in my underwear, thank you very much. I’m excited to see how pretty all you girls look though. Alcide’s a lucky man to get someone as sweet as Maria.”
“Yes he is. Shit, I have to write my toast,” I groan. I have no idea what to say that won’t sound stupid or like I stole it from some dumbass romantic comedy… that I secretly love.
Even better? Eric used to cuddle up on the couch with me while I watched them. Granted he molested my boobs the whole time, but still… it was sweet of him. Something tells me Bill isn’t going to hold me while I snotsob through Jerry’s last letter in P.S. I Love You or when Melanie finds Bear in the cemetery in Sweet Home Alabama. I’m a total sap. Eric knows it.
“Maybe you should hold off on getting the paint so you can go get that done,” Dad chuckles.
“I was just looking anyway, but yeah,” I agree. “I’ll bring the samples with me to the wedding so you can see them, unless you’re planning on dinner for my birthday. I’m going up to Wisconsin on the third and staying until Monday.”
“I’ll see them at the wedding,” he tells me.
“Alright. I’ll let you get back to your Cubs game.” I can hear Bob Brenly calling it in the background.
“Thanks, kiddo. Love ya,” he says.
“Love you too,” I reply and hang up. Without thinking about it I find Eric’s name and call him.
“Hey,” he answers on the second ring.
“Hey. Are you busy right now?” It’s Saturday. Eric said he was letting Chow handle things at the bar but that means he might have made plans with Holly. It’s been a while since I’ve called him out of the blue for no reason.
“No, just getting home. What’s up?”
“Not much. I’m looking at paint samples at Lowe’s for your daughter’s room. I have a taste for those pepperoni stuffed shells I make but it’s a lot for just me so I was thinking if you didn’t have plans you could come over for dinner.”
“I can do that…” he says after a moment of silence.
“Okay. Well I’m going to get some sample paint to test out and then I have to go grocery shopping. I should be home around four, so come by anytime after that,” I tell him. I’m sure he’s wondering what the hell I’m doing. If we’re going to at least be friends we have to start somewhere.
“Alright, and this is just for hanging out purposes, right? Not some secret code for booty call?”
“My intention is to have dinner and maybe some nice conversation.” We both know sex is a possibility. It’s always a possibility.
“Okay, good. Not that sex isn’t amazing with you, it’s just… I think this whole friends with no sex sounds like a good idea…” I can tell he feels guilty.
“Oh… Okay. No sex,” I say and the guy standing next to me winks. Creep.
I find samples of ocean colors as well as the pearl and a sandy color. I’ll try playing with them to see which shade of blue I like best, but in the jar Havasu is still my favorite.
“Okay. I’ll see you in a little while,” Eric says.
“Sounds good.” I hang up and head to the front to checkout.
Mentally I start making my grocery list but I’m distracted by Eric’s sudden moratorium on sex. He’s never put a ban on it before. Of course maybe he’s decided to focus his affections on Holly. I can’t say I blame him. I tell myself that I’m not going to be jealous. If he’s decided to move on I’m going to be noble and graceful about it because I want him to be happy.
Isn’t it the test of true love to put someone else’s happiness ahead of your own? That thought gives me pause, though. Mid-swipe of my Amex I pause.
If what I have with Eric is true love then what the fuck am I fighting it for?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m going to refrain from sex with Sookie until we figure out what we’re doing. I spent the morning with Holly and I honestly don’t feel right about going to Sookie’s just to sleep with her. This hanging out and being friends is a good place to start, though.
After I talked to Sookie earlier I called Holly to tell her I was coming here for dinner. We’re not together but I feel like I owed it to her to say something about spending time at Sookie’s. She knows Sookie is supposedly with Bill so she didn’t think twice when I explained that Sookie wants to try to get on friendly terms for the baby’s sake. I agree it’s a good idea if we can’t be together. I know Holly is irritated that I’m coming over here, but she also understands why I’m doing it.
When I show up at her house I have a bottle of apple cider and a bouquet of pink lilies for the baby. Mom said when she was pregnant with me she craved the cider.
I knock on the door as I open it. I figured she’s expecting me; it shouldn’t bother her that I’m just walking in.
“I’m here,” I call out.
I close the door behind me, locking it. I don’t necessarily like that she had it unlocked.
“Hey,” I smile when I see her. She looks beautiful, as always. “How are my girls?” I set the cider on the counter and hand Sookie the flowers. “These are for Butterball.”
“We’re good,” she smiles. Looks like my daughter grew a little. Maybe it’s just the shirt she’s wearing.
“Good. I brought the cider ’cause Mom said she loved it when she was pregnant with me. Maybe Butterball likes it too,” I say. I can’t stop myself from leaning down to kiss her temple.
“Thanks.” Sookie puts the bottle in the fridge. “I got some spicy Italian sausage for you too. It’s cooking in the red sauce.”
“You’re awesome. You need any help in here?” I’ve been helping Holly when she cooks, so I’m starting to feel more comfortable in the kitchen.
“You can put the garlic butter on the bread if you want.”
I go to the sink to wash my hands. I see the butter sitting out to soften so I grab that and the bread. I know Sookie likes a lot of garlic butter. I start to smear on a generous amount while she works on whatever it is she’s doing.
“Has my baby girl been treating you well or is she kick happy?” I ask. I want to feel it again.
“Both. Right now I think she’s sleeping.”
“Let me know as soon as you feel a kick. I want to feel it again,” I say. “What colors did you pick up?” I haven’t gone to look at paint yet.
“Ocean colors for the walls and then pearl or sand for the trim. They’re in the spare room if you want to look. Havasu is my favorite.”
I nod and wash my hands. As I’m drying them I walk back to the spare room to take a look at the colors she picked out. They’re gorgeous, but didn’t expect anything less from Sookie. My little Butterball is a lucky girl to have Sookie as a mother. Michelle was an excellent role model and I can only imagine she’s doing somersaults wherever she is she’s so happy.
When I get back to the kitchen I set the towel down and say, “Those are beautiful colors. I like the pearl color for the trim too. I may steal that idea for my nursery.”
“Copycat,” she winks.
“You have better taste than I do,” I shrug. “Except for when it comes to my women, I have horrible taste.” Without thinking I reach over to lightly smack her butt. Ugh. This is not good.
“Have you been thinking about names at all?” I have a feeling she’ll be born early so we need to be prepared. Plus I need to think about something other than Sookie’s tits bouncing around as she moves.
“I have, actually. Have you?”
“If you left naming to me I’d pick the first name out of the name book,” I chuckle. “I’m fond of Butterball but I think she would hate me if I stuck with that.”
“Dad’s hoping we go with Corbetta.” She’s got a straight face on so she must be serious.
“Dad’s lost his cotton pickin’ mind if he thinks I’ll agree to that crazy shit,” I reply.
“Mom was partial to the name Lorelei. She had better taste,” Sookie laughs. She moves over to the stove to stir her sausage and red sauce.
“Much better taste,” I laugh with her. “Lorelei is a very nice name. I would be fine with that.” I reach over to rub Butterball. I really wish she was awake kicking around. That’s what I’m missing by not living with Sookie.
“I’ll put it on the list. I need to look up its meaning. I don’t want to jinx our kid with a negative name,” she says.
“Good call. Enough negativity has already surrounded this pregnancy,” I comment. “It seems like that’s starting to go away, though.” I smile over at Sookie and pat the baby.
“I don’t think we were negative at all.”
“Either way, things are looking up,” I shrug. It’s taking all of my willpower not to hug and kiss on her. “Want me to put the flowers in something?” I ask since they’re still sitting on the counter.
“Yeah, that’d be good. Vases are still in the living room,” she says.
I nod and go to the living room to grab a vase. I pause to look around. There’s so much of me in the house still. The couch we picked out together. The painting on the wall Sookie was so wishy-washy over until I finally made her buy it. There’s an ultrasound picture in a small frame next to the couch. I pick it up to look at my little girl. There’s no reason we can’t be together, other than Sookie not wanting it. Part of me wants to go back to the kitchen and give her one of those coming home from war kisses before telling her we’re going to raise this baby together as a family, fights and all. The rational part has me setting down the picture and taking the vase back to the kitchen to fill it with water.
“How would you respond if I brought flowers to you? Not just the baby?” I ask as I take the rubber band off of the flowers to put them in the vase.
Sookie thinks it over for a minute. As if I’d forgotten she says, “Nothing with freesia. Someone at work was using that awful freesia scented hand lotion at work yesterday and I threw up.”
“Good to know,” I wink. I lean over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll see what I find the next time I’m looking for something pretty for my girl.”
Sookie keeps her comments to herself and instead gets out plates and silverware. I go to the fridge to get something to drink. She has a case of Heineken, which surprises me.
“Is this Lafayette’s beer?” I ask as I reach in to grab one. I don’t mind replacing it if it is.
“Nope. I got it for you.” Sookie pulls a large pan of stuffed shells out of the oven and sets it on the island to cool.
“Thanks. Those smell amazing, by the way.” They’re one of my favorite things she makes. I crack open the beer and take a long pull.
“I haven’t had them in ages.” Sookie opens the fridge to get out most of the fixings for a Caesar salad. “Would you mind slicing up this chicken breast?”
“Not at all.” I can’t take my eyes off of her ass as she’s bent over. I shake myself of my Sookie haze and say, “Holly’s been teaching me to not cut my fingers off when I’m in the kitchen so I can cook for Butterball when she’s old enough for solid food.”
“That’s good.” Sookie stands up straight and hands me the salad stuff. “I got a tiramisu cheesecake and strawberries for dessert.”
“Sounds delicious,” I smile. I get the chicken and a knife so I can begin to slice it for the salad. I toss a little piece in my mouth and get a smack in the hand for it. “Hey!” I grumble.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” she laughs. Sookie gets the garlic bread out of the oven and sets it on the island to cool beside the shells.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t have a taste,” I pout as I continue to slice. I reach over to grab my beer for another drink. If I continue to drink I make have to stay the night… oops.
“You’ll get your taste.”
I look over at her. My eyes dart down to her mound and back up to her face. “I will, huh?” Fuck. No fucking, or flirting.
“I was talking about dinner, perv.”
“Hmm, me too,” I lie. I’m the one that put the no sex rule out there. I need to stop. “You do realize it’s impossible for me not to flirt with you, don’t you?”
“I’m trying to help you curb the impulse,” she explains.
“That’ll never happen,” I shrug.
“That could be problematic.”
“I don’t see how.” Unless Bill decides to stay when he comes here. Ugh. I’d be even more miserable.
“I doubt any future girlfriends would approve. I doubt Bill will either,” she says.
“Can I ask you something and know that I’m not trying to be a dick, I’m simply curious?” Sookie nods so I continue. “Do you really imagine a future with Bill?”
“It’s too early to say. I can tell you that if I wasn’t pregnant I would have asked Russell to transfer me to Seattle,” she confesses.
“Did you tell him about what happened between us?” I question as I slide the chicken over to her so she can put the salad together.
“No, not yet. We’ve both been busy and our conversations have been brief. I won’t tell him over a text message either.”
“Gotcha, okay,” I nod. “I haven’t said anything to Holly simply because I don’t know what’s happening with us. We aren’t a couple but I don’t want to hurt her feelings unnecessarily.”
Sookie nods. “That makes sense. I’m certainly not going to tell you what to do.”
“Hey, and I haven’t told you to drop Bill, that’s a change,” I grin. I’m pretty sure if I came onto her I could bend her over the counter and fuck her but I won’t… unless she asks… I need another beer.
“I noticed. Not that I ever do anything you tell me to anyway,” she snickers and hands me a plate.
“Thanks.” I grab another beer and take it to sit in one of the stools at the island.
Sookie starts with a salad instead of diving right into the pasta, although she doesn’t wait to get her hands on the garlic bread. I begin to eat my salad in silence. It’s delicious, as expected.
My mind is racing to a million different places. Mainly, how are we going to work this thing out? Especially since I’m starting to have feelings for Holly too. When I’m with Sookie it’s like Holly doesn’t exist and when I’m with Holly Sookie is there, but barely. It’s a strange, strange feeling caring about two women. It’ll be even stranger when they meet at the wedding.
I don’t want to think about it.
“What are you doing after dinner?” I ask once I finish my salad.
“Putting my feet up and abusing the shit out of my Netflix account,” she answers. “I’ve been watching Hitchcock movies lately.”
“Mind if I stick around?” I ask. “I’ll rub your feet to keep my hands off of your boobs.”
“Ha! We’ll see how long that lasts,” she sniggers. “Especially once my ovaries throw a rave when Cary Grant starts talking.”
“I’ll keep my hands off your boobs unless you ask me to touch them,” I offer. “It’s not sex.” I take another drink of my beer and reach for the shells.
“So if we were to start seeing each other and I asked some other dude to touch my boobs…”
“Depends. If we’re seeing each other and I can touch other boobs, it’s fine, I guess,” I say. I don’t think she’d want me touching any other boobs than hers.
“Huh. Good to know.”
I go back to eating. I don’t know what the hell is going on here. It’s confusing, but it feels… it doesn’t feel wrong.
“So am I allowed to stay for movies?”
“Sure,” she replies.
I nod. We stay silent throughout the rest of the meal. When we’re done I shoo Sookie out of the kitchen so I can clean up for her. I’ve always been content cleaning if she cooks. I do it for Holly too. When I’m done I grab another beer and find Sookie lying on the couch, remote in hand. I take note of the fact she’s lying in just her shirt and panties now. I shake the image and I lift her feet so I can sit down. My hands go right to her right foot and begin to rub.
“You know how tempting you are right now, right?” I ask without looking at her as I dig my thumb into her arch.
She lets out a moan that makes my dick twitch. “Am I? I feel bloated and oily,” she tells me. “How about Super Troopers instead of Hitchcock?”
“That’s fine.” I’m not going to be paying attention anyway. “And you definitely don’t look bloated or oily. You look sexy to me.”
“Thanks.” Sookie pushes play on the remote. She moans again when my thumb presses deeper into her arch.
I feel my dick jump when yet another moan leaves her mouth. I reach into my jeans to adjust my cock before I thread my fingers through her short toes so I can roll her ankle. I’m pretty damn good at foot rubs.
“That good?” I ask quietly when her back arches some.
“Fuck yes,” she breathes like I’m rubbing something other than her foot.
“Why does it look like you’re about to cum?” I ask when I rub my knuckles up and down the length of her foot.
“Because it feels really fuckin’ good.”
“Better than when I touch your tits?” To give her a reminder I reach up to tug her stiff nipple through her shirt.
“Hey!” Sookie slaps my hand again.
“Hmm? Just checking,” I chuckle and return both hands to massage the ball of her foot.
“You know, I think we’d have it much easier if we didn’t idle at ‘fuck my brains out’ around each other,” she says a few moans and back arches later.
“Probably,” I agree. I lift her foot to kiss the top of it. “I can also take back my no sex comment.” When I set her foot down again I place it right on top of my rapidly growing hard-on.
“Is that what you want?”
“Right about now, yes,” I confirm.
Her foot rubs up and down my shaft as she says, “We should get better at saying no.”
“Mmm, I don’t see why. You know I’m the best you’ve ever had, and vice versa.” I set my hand on her leg and begin to slowly work my way up her leg.
“You are?” She smirks and sits up to pull her tank top off, leaving her in just her panties.
“I am.” I’m confident in that. I shift on the couch so I’m hovering over her. I dip my head to take her nipple into my mouth, sucking slow and hard.
“Eric,” she moans my name and it makes my cock pulse. “Should we be doing this?”
“Do you want me to stop?” I rub my erection against her core.
“No, but you said no sex,” she breathes and her hips shift underneath me.
“Did I? I must’ve been joking,” I tell her. I reach down to unzip my jeans so I can free my aching cock. We both groan when my heavy shaft plops out, smacking her pussy.
Sookie gasps and reaches between us to stroke me. “No more after tonight,” she says, but we both know that’s bullshit.
“Yes, dear,” I purr. My eyes close when she pushes her panties to the side so she can rub my tip through her wet folds. As she runs my head in circles around her clit I alternate between her nipples, sucking hard for a moment before blowing a warm stream of air across them.
Sookie shivers and puts me at her entrance. She draws my mouth to hers and she doesn’t hesitate to slip her tongue between my lips to kiss me like she’s trying to steal the air from my lungs.
Without a second thought I push into her. I stay slow so she can feel every hard inch of my cock filling her. I have to break the kiss to gasp when her walls grip my cock, hard. Really fuckin’ hard.
“Baby, you can’t do that if you want me to last more than a few strokes,” I groan when she clenches her pussy again. She’s evil.
“Do what?” Her mouth moves to my neck and her walls keep milking me.
“You know what.” I pull almost all the way out and then drive back in, making her back arch, thrusting her bump into my stomach.
“Then I guess you better fuck me,” she pants between wet kisses on my neck.
I sit up on my knees, unbutton my jeans to give me more room, and lift her hips. I do as I’m told and I start to pound into her. I know I’m hitting that perfect spot inside of her by the gaspy moans leaving her mouth. I watch her tits bounce, flicking my eyes up to her face every few thrusts.
“Is this what you want?” I growl.
“Yes,” she breathes. Sookie grabs onto the arm of the couch over her head. Her pussy starts to pulse wildly with her mouth open in a silent scream.
Fuck. She looks so fuckin’ sexy right now. Her pussy milks my cock, trying to pull my orgasm from me. She knows that even after I cum I can usually keep going so I’m not worried about it.
“Where do you want it?” I ask. My hips are slapping against her inner thighs. I’m fucking her so hard I’m sure to leave bruises.
Her answer surprises me. “My mouth.”
I have absolutely no problem with that at all. I pull out and get up to move to her head. Sookie shifts so her mouth is right near my tip. I start to stroke myself quickly. Right before I cum I shove my head between her lips. I erupt with a roar, filling her mouth with my cum. Fuck, that feels good.
Sookie moans and moves on the sofa, shifting to get on her knees. She holds onto my hips and her head bobs slowly, cleaning her juices off my shaft. She licks along the underside of my cock and flicks her soft, warm tongue over the tiny slit in my tip to make sure she’s gotten every drop of my cum, but she keeps going, knowing she can keep me hard.
“Stand up and bend over the arm of the couch,” I command as I run my fingers through her hair.
She makes a negative noise. When my head nudges the back of her throat she starts to swallow my cock.
I have a feeling we’re going to have quite a few more Saturday nights like this before she finally figures out she needs to stop talking to Bill. I’m going to have to break things off with Holly for sure. I feel like an asshole when I spend time with her, acting like I don’t plan to run right to Sookie the second she calls. The fact that Sookie has my cock down her throat definitely helps her case.