“Beth, condom,” I warned.
“Shut it and let me worry about it,” she ordered.
Beth began to breathe hard as she rose and fell on my member. I missed my friend. There were so many reasons I wished either I was older or she was younger. If we were the same age and going to the same school, life would be simple. I would date Beth and make both our mothers very happy.
“I’m getting close,” I warned her.
“Hold off. Give me a minute.”
“Beth, I can’t last much longer.”
She slammed down and ground against my pubic bone. I roared as I came hard, so hard that I saw stars. Beth just wrapped herself around me and pinned me to the bed with me still inside of her. This was one of those times when I was going to stay hard. I captured her lips, and we kissed as I began to work my way in and out of her. I rolled her on her back to give me more control.
Beth bit my lip, and I jerked my head back.
“Hey!”
“My boyfriend is afraid that you have designs on me.”
I stopped my hips. She reached back and slapped my butt.
“Get to work. I’ve missed the hell out of you. You touch places that Carl can’t,” she said.
“Beth!” I whined. “I promised my mom I’d never do this. If I’d known that you and Carl were still together, we wouldn’t be bumping uglies.”
I stopped, and Beth looked deep into my eyes.
“Listen to me and listen carefully. Carl and I are barely a couple. We hang out, and we had sex once at the beginning of the semester. He came home with me because his parents are on a cruise. I’ve had sex with a couple of other guys while I’ve dated Carl. I’m sure he’s done the same.”
“That’s gross,” I said.
“Dork! He’s not into guys. His problem is that I’ve talked about you so much. Carl knows if you ever made a play for me, he’d be gone.”
I thought about that for a moment.
“What about Suzanne and Cindy?” I asked suspiciously.
Beth laughed.
“I warned those two sluts that you’d have a problem if they admitted they had boyfriends.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah. They planned to seduce you last night. If you don’t make a big deal out of it, everything should be good,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Cindy and her boyfriend are coming to Thanksgiving at your house today.”
“Aw, shit. He plays defensive end for Ohio State.”
“I bet you can take him,” Beth teased. “I saw you take out Bill Rogers when he came after Tracy at school. Surely you can handle one ’roided-out college football player.”
“If anyone even acts like they’re going to spill the beans, you’re all dead. I don’t need to be in a death match in the backyard right before we play for State.”
“I’ll protect you,” she said and began to rock her hips.
Beth’s movement encouraged me to get with the program and finish what I started. I would have to spank Suzanne and Cindy later.
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I’d ordered cinnamon rolls from Granny’s. She wasn’t open except for pickups this morning. When Beth and I arrived, we found something I never imagined I would see: Granny in a heated conversation with a customer.
“This is what your wife ordered. I’m sorry if you think it’s too much,” Granny said.
“That was before everyone canceled. We only want a small turkey.”
Granny just shook her head.
“I’m sorry, but if you don’t take this, I’ll have to throw it out. I cook everything fresh each day. We’re closed today; I have no use for it.”
The guy stormed out, and I could see Granny was upset.
“That was a nearly $750 order. They’ve been coming here for years, so I let them slide without prepaying.”
I noticed she hadn’t asked me to prepay for my cinnamon rolls.
“I’ll take it,” I said.
“David, no. I didn’t tell you all that just so you’d help me out. It’ll be okay.”
“Unlike you, I eat leftovers, and my brother seems to always be hungry too,” I said.
“If we call now, we can stop everyone from cooking all morning,” Beth said.
“You make the calls, and I’ll work this out,” I said.
“Are you sure?” Granny asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
I should’ve asked what all they’d ordered before agreeing to take it. I pulled around back, and Granny and her crew started to bring out four-inch-deep warming trays. Mom was going to kill me. Beth kept her mouth shut, but I could tell she recognized my distress and thought it was funny. Granny gave me detailed instructions on how to warm everything up.
“I sure hope everyone’s hungry,” Beth said as we pulled into the driveway.
Mrs. A met me at the back door. I explained the situation, and she just shook her head. Greg came out and helped me bring everything in. Mom took one look at the stack of trays on her countertops, stepped over to the phone, and made a call. She made Greg and me carry all the food back out to the Jeep, and she got in the passenger seat. Mom and Mrs. A would just make what they’d planned to for us.
“We’re taking it to the hospital cafeteria. A couple of the families aren’t organized to have Thanksgiving, so we’ll let them and the hospital staff enjoy this.”
Mom showed me where to drive, and we were met by several staff members.
“Hey, Mrs. Dawson. This is really nice of you,” a large man said.
“Thank David. He made this happen.”
He shook my hand, and soon all the food had been taken.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“I heard everyone complaining that last year they ate turkey roll. The cafeteria has to be open, but most of the better food service staff have the day off.”
I was halfway home when I realized that I’d left cinnamon rolls at my house unsupervised. If I knew my family, they would all be gone by the time I got there. When I arrived home, my worst nightmare had come true. Dad redeemed himself when he opened the oven and pulled out two plates of rolls for Mom and me.
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People started to show up just before noon. Mom and Mrs. A planned for the big meal to be at one. Cindy came with her boyfriend. Beth had joked about “’roided-up,” but he looked like a cartoon character. I’d seen pictures from when she met him her freshman year. He’d been a top-level lacrosse player as well as a football star in high school. I estimate he was about six-two. When he first met Cindy, he was about my size; I would guess he weighed in at around 215 pounds. I estimated that in the last year and a half he put on fifty pounds, forty of those in his chest. He watched TV with the guys, so I was able to avoid him because I was helping to cook. I might have to go get my Bo staff if it looked like we needed to throw down.
Tami and her mom arrived. Beth grabbed Tami so the two of them could have some girl-talk. I would pay Beth later; I really didn’t want to have a confrontation today. But just when I imagined I’d gotten away from all potential problems, I found myself cornered.
“David, can we talk?” Carl, Beth’s date, asked.
I suspected this might get ugly, so I invited him up to my apartment. Beth saw us and started towards us, but her mom stopped her.
When Carl came into my apartment, he did what most people do and looked at all my pictures on the wall. I’d added the movie poster for Star Academy. There were multiple versions, but I picked the one that showed Ben and me as we fought with swords.
“Did you do your own fight scenes for the movie?” he asked.
“Most of them, and some stunts. I did skip one and was lucky I did. We shot the outdoor scenes in Canada during the winter. They had a stunt where I was supposed to be almost blown up. The idea was I would fly through the air and land on a soft pile of foam-like mattresses. The only problem was that it was so cold that the mattresses turned into concrete. It about killed my stunt guy. After that, I had to do my own stunts.”