“Yes, that’s it, Missy,” I said as my hips started to pump my member into her hot mouth.
I felt a sharp pain as my ass was pinched. My eyes flew open and I looked down to see a pissed Tracy looking up at me.
“Whose name did you just call out? Was it Missy?”
Oh damn, I was dreaming. Shit, had I said her name aloud?
“Tracy, I’m sorry. I was having a sexy dream. Ahhh,” I choked out as she squeezed my balls.
She smirked.
“You’re such a slut. I give you wake-up oral and you call out another girl’s name. If I didn’t love you, these balls would be removed, but right now you’re not going to hold back. Then you’re going to show me Missy’s picture.”
Hell, I was so busted. I’d already told Tracy I was attracted to Missy when she asked me if I wanted permission to bed her last night. My mind was racing a mile a minute until Tracy distracted me. What was it about oral sex that short-circuits your brain? I may have to make it my life’s work to discover this secret. I was sure humanity would be better for it.
She gave me a shit-eating grin after she’d accomplished her goal.
“Show me your dream lover. I want to see my competition.”
I got out of bed and grabbed my tablet. It was chilly, so I climbed back in bed and we pulled the blankets up to keep warm. I got to the Wesleyan Facebook page, and they had the pictures from the Christmas Dance posted. I flipped through until I found the picture of Missy and me as Prince and Princess of the dance. Tracy took it in and smiled at me.
“Good decision last night. I’m not sure I’m up to that kind of competition right now,” she said as she looked pensive. “Remember that talk we had about how we wanted to have things work between us?”
“Yes, the one where we agreed to be open and honest.”
“I want to make some changes since we’re having sex now. I want us to be exclusive for now. If we do have sex with someone else, we both have to be there,” Tracy said as she looked at me, hoping I wouldn’t react badly.
I gave her a hug for reassurance.
“I’m fine with that. How soon can we go to Wesleyan?”
“You pig!” she squealed.
She started tickling me. I fell out of bed defending myself. Okay, maybe she pushed me.
“Get your shower and then let’s eat breakfast. You have photo shoots today and tomorrow. I’m going home and spend some time with the ’rents before they put my face on a milk carton. Why don’t we plan on going out Saturday night somewhere nice and I bring them along?”
Something was up. Tracy not wanting to be with me on a Friday night was puzzling. I trusted her, so I did as she said and took my shower. While I got dressed and made the bed, Tracy had her shower. I needed to get another closet. I was starting to be a clothes-hound, with all the stuff Mr. Hill gave me. I would have to get my dad to help me put in more closet space. I could get one of those modular jobs from one of the big-box stores.
We went downstairs, and sitting at the kitchen table was Uncle John. Tracy saw the shock on my face and gave me a hug. Mystery solved. He stood up and I ran to him and gave him a big hug.
“Dang boy, you’ve gotten even bigger,” he said.
In his bear hug, I lost it. All my bottled-up fears for my mom came loose. I was in the arms of the one man who understood me better than I did myself. His love and patience saved me last summer. I didn’t realize I missed him so much until this very moment. I felt Tracy hug me from behind, and all three of us were crying when Angie walked in. She smiled, and Greg came in and hugged her from behind. They were smiling at the three of us sharing our love.
I finally got myself under control.
“I had no idea you were coming today.”
We sat down at the table as Angie and Tracy got breakfast started.
“I got in last night. I told your dad I wanted to surprise you.”
“You did that. How long are you staying?”
“A week, maybe a little longer, and then I need to head back. My neighbor’s taking care of the cattle and I promised to take care of his farm for New Year’s Eve. What’s your schedule like?”
“I have to go make a living and do my modeling today and tomorrow. I should get back tonight around six. Why don’t we go to dinner and talk?” I asked.
“Do you have your Christmas shopping done? I need to pick up a couple of gifts still,” Uncle John said.
I looked at Tracy and she rolled her eyes. I pulled out my wallet and handed her one of my debit cards. Uncle John laughed.
“You’re a lazy shit. I can’t believe you’re making your girlfriend do your Christmas shopping.”
“I’m not making anybody do anything. Plus, she knows what everyone wants,” I said defensively.
“Please. If it was up to David, I’d get a gift card to Victoria’s Secret,” Angie said as she gave me a look.
“That’d be okay. Write that down, Tracy,” Greg said, as he added his unwanted opinion.
Angie hit him in the head with a dishtowel.
Kendal came strolling in the back door as if she owned the place.
“Coffee, I need coffee,” she moaned.
She came up short when she saw Uncle John.
“I don’t know you. I’m Kendal, David’s agent.”
She put out her hand and shook Uncle John’s hand.
“John, David’s uncle. I hear he’s working today.”
“He has a photo shoot today with Hill Advertising. They do many of the Sunday flyers you see in the newspaper. We need to cram six weeks’ worth of work into the next two days.” She turned to me. “Are you about ready to go?”
Angie shoved a plate of eggs, hash browns and sausage in front of me. I wolfed it down and got up. I gave Angie and Tracy each a kiss goodbye, and we were out the door.
ON THE WAY TO THE STUDIO, we about killed ourselves twice, because the roads were so slick. We made it on time, but I wasn’t sure it was worth it. Kendal just gave me a nervous smile as we walked in. We normally shot in the small studio, but today we were directed to the large studio by the receptionist. They had three scenes set up, and video cameras.
The scenes were an office, another looked like a health club, and the third was a bedroom. Mr. Hill saw us.
“David, Kendal, I need you to bail me out here. We’re shooting a commercial for Red Cologne. The male model had an accident getting here and won’t make it. I have a bundle tied up in doing this today. Can you step in?”
“Sure, Mr. Hill. What about the flyers?” I asked.
“Could we do them after? I’ll get you and Kendal a hotel room and we can finish up tomorrow,” Mr. Hill said, almost pleading.
“Oh, hang on, I need to call Ford and make sure it’s okay. Range Sports may have something to say about it. Let me make a couple of phone calls,” I told Mr. Hill.
I looked at Kendal and nodded at Mr. Hill. She knew she needed to negotiate the commercial.
I called Clare’s number and got no answer. I called Deb and she picked up. She must have caller ID.
“This better be good, David. I had to step out of a meeting with a client.”
“I’ll make it quick. I’m about to shoot a commercial for Red Cologne. I have two questions: is there a conflict with Range Sports, and what’s the going rate for a last-minute fill-in for something like this?”
“Am I getting paid anything for this?” she chuckled.
“You could be if you’re nice. How does 5% sound?”
“You’re in the clear with Range. Is Kendal there?” Deb asked.
“Yeah, let me put her on,” I said, and waved Kendal over. “Deb Thomas wants to talk to you. I promised her 5% if she’d help us set the price.”
Kendal looked relieved. Neither one of us knew how much to charge. She was talking to Deb. Mr. Hill was eager to go, so I went with him to wardrobe and makeup. I was confident that Kendal and Deb would work it out with Mr. Hill.