Tom was a dad first. He knew the fiction his wife was making with the separate bedroom comment. I would make sure I had that extra bedroom, too. Even as well as Tracy and I were doing, it might be nice to be able to have some alone time as well.
“Tracy will have her own bedroom in both Florida and Colorado,” I told Tom and Mary.
Tom looked at Mary. He grudgingly gave me a nod. I was suddenly in a death grip from a wiggling happy girl.
“Thank you, thank you, I have to go shopping. I don’t have any ski clothes,” Tracy worried.
I chuckled. She gave me a look, and then smiled and wrapped me up again in a big kiss.
“I forgot who your sponsor is. Does that mean I can quit worrying?”
“Yes, we just have to go to the ski gear store at the lodge and Range Sports will have everything ready. I talked to Devin Range and he’s getting it all set up.”
Actually, I was getting all her stuff at cost. The markup on skiwear and equipment was impressive. No wonder Devin’s company was making money hand over fist. I had agreed to make a stop at the lodge and sign pictures on the first day of the trip as part of my new contract that I hadn’t signed yet.
At 7:30, Tracy suddenly jumped up.
“We have to go. Grab the boxes in the garage.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to figure out what was up.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. We’re meeting Tami. Her mom is throwing her a ‘Welcome Home’ party.”
I GOT THE BOXES TRACY wanted and found they were full of wrapped gifts. I got them loaded into the SUV, and we ended up at Monical’s. Tami was camped out in the big banquet room. She saw me first, and I almost dropped the boxes when she gave me a hug.
“Hang on. Let me put these down before you kill me.”
When my arms were free, she gave me a kiss that was a little more than a ‘hello, friend’ kiss. Mrs. Glade came up and Tami let me go.
“Good, you brought the gifts. We can start the game,” Mrs. Glade said, and she turned to the crowd.
I saw many of my friends, including Jeff, Alan and Gina.
“Okay, we’re going to play a game so that everyone can get to know each other. First, everyone’s going to grab a gift out of the boxes. Pink wrapping paper is a girl’s gift, blue is boy’s, and gold is generic. So pick something out, but don’t open it,” Mrs. Glade instructed.
There were several people there that I didn’t know. I assumed they were people from Wesleyan. I picked a gold gift.
“Now you have to find someone you don’t know and talk to them for three minutes. You then have to trade gifts.”
It was fun. People were strategizing which gift they wanted. Some of the boxes were bigger and others really small. I met a cute girl and sure enough, she was from Wesleyan. She was in several of Tami’s classes and she acted as if she knew me. Apparently, Tami had been talking about me to her friends. I ended up with a pink gift.
When we finally went through two more rounds of gift swapping, I had another pink gift. Mrs. Glade had planned for this.
“Okay, now we’re going to draw numbers. The person with the lowest number will open their gift. If they want to keep it, then they get it. If you open it and it’s not what you want, then you get to trade with an unopened gift. Finally, the last person to draw must decide if they keep what they have, or they can trade for what’s in this box,” Mrs. Glade said as she held up a gold box.
This turned out to be a lot of fun. The first girl opened her little pink box and it had a card in it for a 30-minute massage from Greg. She was not trading that. The next guy went. Inside his was the new Grand Theft Auto game. To my surprise, he traded it for a gold box. It had a gift card for a local bookstore. There were several gag gifts. The one that made me laugh the loudest was Tracy getting a nightshirt with what looked like two hands cupping her breasts. There were many ‘Double D’ t-shirts that were left over from the season. Most gifts were in the $10 range.
At the end, Tami was the last one to pick. She had a pink gift.
“What’s it going to be, Tami? What you have, or this?” I asked.
I pulled out a gold box that looked like a picture frame. What Tami didn’t know was that Mrs. Glade had arranged for her to be able to pick last.
She thought for a moment.
“I think the fix is in on that last gift. So I’m keeping this one.” She ripped the paper off and then said, “Shit.”
She held up a Hello Kitty watch. What every preteen girl needs. Her mom came over and got the gold gift.
“I guess since you didn’t want this one, I’ll take it.”
She pulled off the paper and inside was a card for a date with yours truly. Mrs. Glade had a big grin on her face.
“So where are you taking me?”
Tami smacked her hand on her forehead and everyone had a good laugh.
After the party, Tami came to my place with us. When we pulled up, Tracy turned to me and gave me a kiss.
“This is my gift to you. Go make your best friend happy, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
I was speechless. Tami hopped out of the car and went into my apartment.
“I don’t know what to say other than I love you,” I told Tracy.
She gave me a hug and told me to get out of the car. I suddenly felt emotional. This was such a special gift that I felt my chest tighten in nervousness.
“AH, AH, AH, AH.” TAMI made a rhythmic cry each time we came together.
“David, Oh God! Yessss!” she hissed, as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
The backs of her feet found my butt and urged me on. I loved that Tami was so physical when we were together. She’d always been a tomboy and she and I’d played sports together. She’d always been up for anything athletic. She brought that same attitude to bedroom calisthenics.
“Yes, Yes, YES...,” she wailed, and you could hear the staccato slapping of skin.
I grunted as I looked deep into her lust-filled eyes. She reached up and grasped my neck to pull me into a deep, soulful kiss. Our tongues intertwined as our lust continued to ratchet up in intensity. The pleasure was almost too much to take. The emotional bond of sleeping with my best friend was beyond anything I had experienced. The first time we’d had sex, I was half distracted by her mother’s presence downstairs. Now it was just her and me. The wave of emotions brought tears to my eyes. I loved this girl with all my heart, and the joy we were having was almost too much.
Her expression when she saw my tears matched mine. Someday she and I would be together. We slowed our manic monkey sex, and we started to make love to each other. This was bad. I was in love with Tracy and what started out to be just a fun romp with a friend was turning into much more. Tami hand came up and stroked my cheek.
“David, I love you.”
“Oh hell, Tami, you know I’ve always loved you.”
My words put her close to the edge. Our bodies were like a well-oiled machine. Our lovemaking sped up. Tami’s body locked onto mine, and she pulled me deep as I felt her muscular walls start to caress me. I felt her orgasm start, and my thrust became erratic until I just ground as deep as I could. I soon felt my release build and I shuddered.
“I’m there! I’m there! Aaaahhhhh!” I growled.
There was blackness on the edge of my vision as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I collapsed on top of Tami and our sweat-covered bodies were still merged. We each grunted in our hypersensitive post-orgasmic state. She finally gave me a shove and I rolled off as my wilting member slid free. I grasped the condom to keep it in place.
“Get off me, you big oaf.”
I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. I wanted to feel her in my arms. As I was basking in her warmth, she cocked her head back so she could look me in the eyes.
“We’re going to have to thank Tracy. This was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten. I wish I was here so we could do this every day.”